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Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus
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Tabbed by: 3lacksabbath81
Email: sskinner@wit.edu

The Orion Songbook: Track 5

Matthew Milia: songs, voice, guitar, harmonica, pedal steel
David W. Jones: banjo, voice, dobro
Zachary Nichols: brass, singing-saw, melodica, keyboards
Ryan Etzcorn: drums, percussion

Tuning: Standard

This riff is a little tricky 
   Fingering...    P  M     R   
e||----------------3--2--0--------------||
B||---3--3-3-3--3--0--0--0--3---3--3-3--||
G||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--||
D||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--||
A||---2--2-2-2--2---------------2--2-2--||
E||---3--3-3-3--3---------------3--3-3--||

Intro

G(riff)x4, Am, G(riff)x4, Am

Verse I

G                            
Mount Marcy is growing sparse, she is the farce that I would like to 
Am                               G(riff)x2
Tell From the bottom of your well
G
Feel the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the 
Am                                G(riff)x2
Air and the north from Marcys hair

Am
When my death-day comes
                          G(riff)x2
When my death-day numbs me
Am                
I shall become one
                      G(riff)x2
I shall become nothing
    C                                              G(riff)x4, Am
And something, something is the heaven-king for me


Verse II

G 
Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we 
Am                         G(riff)x2
Built on the mountains silt
G                            
Marcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like a 
Am                          G
Soul to forget you would be so, oh, oh, oh
Am
Hard on me. Hard on me. Hard on me 
                         G(Riff)x2
to cut you from my dream-range
Am                                              G(riff)x2
But we shall become one, we shall become nothing
    C                                                   D, G
And something, that something is the heaven-king for me!

-Banjo Solo-

1! 2! 1! 2! 3! 4!

              Am             C  D   G
E|------------0--|-----------0--2--3--|
B|------------1--|-----------1--3--3--|
G|------------2--|-----------0--2--0--|
D|------------2--|-----------2--0--0--|
A|--------0---0--|--------0--3-----2--|
E|--0-2-3--------|--0-2-3----------3--|


Verse III

G
Birds are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to 
Am                                G(riff)x2
Tell from the top of your landfill
G
Workers smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth and 
Am                        G
Love to which youre bound above
Am                                               G(riff)x2
When my death-day comes for certain, Ill be sorry
Am                                                             G(riff)x2
For all that I have done indoors when outside sons were shining
         C
They are blinding, binding, reminding me the heaven-king is one.

               Am              C  D   G
e||------------0--||-----------0--2--3--|--3p0--------------3~-----|
B||------------1--||-----------1--3--3--|-----3p0-----------3~-----|
G||------------2--|x2----------0--2--0--|--------2p0--------0~-----|
D||------------2--||-----------2--0--0--|------------0------0~-----|
A||--------0---0--||--------0--3-----2--|--------------0----2~-----|
E||--0-2-3--------||--0-2-3----------3--|----------------3--3~-----|



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| /   slide up
| \   slide down
| h   hammer-on
| p   pull-off
| ~   Let Ring