Tuning:Standard (eBGDAE) e|----3----3-----2----3---2--------x-------------------------------------------| B|---------3-----3----4---3---1----x-------------------------------------------| G|---------4-----4----5---2--------x----------5--------------------------------| D|---------5-----4----5---x---2----x----2-----4--------------------------------| A|---(2)---5-----2----3---x---3----2----2-----5--------------------------------| E|----3----3-----x----x---x---x----2-------------------------------------------| He plugs in his acoustic to give it some grit. If I figure out the levels, I'll post them, if I remember. The first stanza is muted. Verse: Well he's out of season out of sync but lord what must his family think and you must be getting his feathers wet. But she always seems to be the talk Until she drops you like a rock You should’ve been a better friend to him. Well I dusted all the bones were in my yard I fixed the screen door, raised the barn But still you call me from the moon Every single afternoon Tell me all about the astronauts you come to love And how the earth looks from above And how I should’ve been a better friend to you. But I never seen life as a chore, a treasure for to find x 3 I’ve read the news, abused the booze, and often wondered why My smile remains though I'm thinking pains the average passerby Well they’ll sink like stones into their homes away from teeth like mine. Whoo!! (Like Shakey Does) Follows the same progression as the Verse: Well I’m sure I came to hate my skin and all the holes you’re digging in The way you let my leg waltz through each way by your side well you should’ve been a better friend of mine Well I saw in you a brand new bird the song of which I never heard You know it was a melody so fine that whole world would find And it’s a tune to give the boys the blues and turn the horses into glue You know I should’ve been a better friend to you Yeah I should have been a better friend to you But I never seen life as a chore, a treasure for to find x 3 I’ve read the news, abused the booze, and often wondered why… My smile remains though I'm thinking pains the average passerby Well they’ll sink like stones into their homes away from teeth like mine. Whoo!!