Chord/Tab song: Kerosene Hat

Kerosene Hat - Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [[email protected]]

[C]How can I fly with these [G]old donkey wings
[D]while the magfire [?] sings
[C]some shiny song
[C]old cornface row of [G]teeth she says sweetly to me
[D]in the elevator

[Em]Everything [D]seems like a [C]dream
[Em]Life's a scream

Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine

[anyone got the solo?]

So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires

Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine

Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp

Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream

[some whispered stuff I can't make out]


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>From: [email protected] (Steve Vetter)
>Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker
>Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400

Kerosene Hat - Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [[email protected]]

09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me
the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.


[Em]How can I fly with these [C]old doggy wings
[G]while the magfire [?] sings
[D]some shiny song
[Em]old cornface row of [C]teeth she says sweetly to me
[G]in the elevator[D]

[Em]Everything [D]seems like a [C]dream
[A]Life's a scream

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Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine

[anyone got the solo?]

So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires

Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine

Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp

Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream

[some whispered stuff I can't make out]