Tab Realm

They Are Zombies by Sufjan Stevens




                 They Are Zombies 






Intro:  Am!  Dm  Am   Em

Rpeat this riff during the "I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S..." part

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A|--3h5--------|----------33---0h3-55--|
E|------5p3-5--|-55---3h5--------------|

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I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us 
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? 
Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan 
In the grave with Xylophagan 
Do you know the ghost community? 
Sound the horn, address the city 

(Who will save it? Dedicate it? 
Who will praise it? Commemorate it for you?) 

Am      Dm             Am
We are awaken with the ax 
             Em             Am
Night of the Living Dead at last 
          Dm                  Am
They have begun to shake the dirt 
             Em                 Am
Wiping their shoulders from the earth 
          Dm               Am
I know, I know the nations past 
          Em                Am
I know, I know they rust at last 
             Dm               Am
They tremble with the nervous thought 
          Em             Am
Of having been, at last, forgot 

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us 
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? 
B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia! 
B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City 

Am             Dm                     Am
Speaking their names, they shake the flag 
          Em                  Am
Wking the earth, it lifts and lags 
         Dm                Am
We see a thousand rooms to rest 
           Em                Am
Helping us taste the bite of death 
          Dm               Am
I know, I know my time has passed 
           Em                Am
I'm not so young, I'm not so fast 
          Dm               Am
I tremble with the nervous thought 
          Em             Am
Of having been, at last, forgot 

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us 
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? 
Comer and Potato Peelers! G-R-E-E-N ridge! Reeders 
M-C-V-E-Y! And Horace! E-N-O-S! Start the chorus 

Corn and Farms and Tombs in Lemmon 
Sailor Springs and all things feminine 
Centerville and Old Metropolis 
Shawneetownn, you trade and topple us 
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Hold your tongue and don't divide us 
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Land of God, you hold and guide us











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