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Black Cadillacs by Modest Mouse




                    Black Cadillacs





 
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
 
Chords:
 
 A5          F5           C          G5
EADGBe     EADGBe       EADGBe     EADGBE
577xxx     133xxx       x35553     355xxx
 
 
 Bb5         F(II)5                C(II)
EADGBe     E A  D G B e        E A D  G  B e
688xxx     x 10 8 8 8 10       8 9 10 10 8 8
 
Verse:
 
 Intro                                     And it's true....
 
>=hammer off
 e|----10>7------5>3-----------7-----------14>10--------8>6----------17------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
     And it's true...
 
e|----10>7------5>3-----------7----------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
             A5
And we were done, done, done
 
              F5                    C      G5
with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
             A5
You were so true to yourself.
           F5
You were true to no one else.
        C                       G5
Well I should put you in the ground.
 
              A5
I've got the time, I got the hours,
           F5
I got the days, I got the weeks.
                 C
I could say to myself
                                 G5
I've got the words but I can't speak.
                    A5
Well I was done, done, done
 
              F5                C    G5
with all the circ, circ, circlin' round.
 
         Bb5
I didn't die and I ain't complainin'
                F(II)5    C(II).
I ain't blamin' you.
          Bb5
I didn't know that the words you said to me
                                 F(II)5  CII)
meant more to me than they ever could you?
         Bb5
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
                  F(II)5   C(II)
I told the whole truth.
          Bb5
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
                  F(II)5  C(II)
even had a set of rules.
 
--->The rest is the same as before...








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version 2 





Tuning: Standard EADGBe
 
SIMULATED HARMONICS INTRO:
 
e|-----------------------------------------|
B|--------------------12+------------------|
G|-7+--12+---------------------------------|
D|----------7+---12+-----------------------|
A|------------------------------7+---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|
(repeat again after next riff)
 
e|-----------------------------------------|
B|-7+--12+---------------------------------|
G|----------7+---12+-----------------------|
D|--------------------3+--------5+---------|
A|-----------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|
 
(the 3rd fret NH should sound one octave above the 7th fret NH on the same string)
 
 
CHORDS USED THROUGHOUT SONG:
 
 
   Am   Fmaj7   C     G     B    Bb     F
e|--0-----0-----0-----3-----0-----1-----1----|
B|--1-----1-----1-----0-----1-----3-----1----|
G|--2-----2-----0-----0-----0-----3-----2----|
D|--2-----3-----2-----0-----0-----3-----3----|
A|--0-----3-----3-----2-----2-----------3----|
E|--------------------3----------------------|
 
INTRO:
 
And it's true we named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
 
CHORUS:
 
            Am                            Fmaj7                        C
And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around!
 
G                  Am                           Fmaj7
       You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else
 
     C                                    B
Well I should put you in the ground.
 
               Am                                Fmaj7
I've got the time, i got the hours, i got the days, i got the weeks
 
           C                      G
I could say to myself I've got words but I can't speak but I was
 
Am                            Fmaj7                     C       B
Done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circling 'round.
 
 
BRIDGE:
 
Bb
  I didn't die and I ain't complaining
 
 F                  C        B
I ain't blaming you.
 
Am
  I didn't know that the words you said to me meant more
 
Fmaj7                           C       G
to me than they ever could you.
 
Bb                                 F                     C        B
  I didn't lie and I ain't saying I told the whole truth.
 
Am
  I didn't know that this game we were playing even
 
F                   C      G
had a set of rules.
 
VERSE:
 
We named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just
 
CHORUS:
 
Am                          Fmaj7                          C      G
Dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground!
 
Am
Well, wings on flames, kings with no names,
 
Fmaj7                     C                             B
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
 
            Am                         Fmaj7
You were so all over town but still so crayola brown, well you should
 
C                             G
run 'round yourself right now.  And we were,
 
Am                            Fmaj7                       C        B
done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around.
 
 
AND END ON: Am
 
 
Riff played half way through the Bridge:
 
e|-------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--3p2p0-------------------------------------2----------------|
D|--------3------3p2p0--------------2----3----------3----2-----|
A|---------------------3------3---3-------------------------3--|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------|
 
   p.m.---------------------------------------------------|
  --------------------------------------------------------|
  --1--3--------1--3--------1--3--------------------------|
  --------2--2-------2--0---------2--2-2-0--0-2-2---2-----|
  --------------------------------------------------------|
  --------------------------------------------------------|
  --------------------------------------------------------|
 
 
Riff played during the last verse (with piano playing):
 
 
e|-------------------------------------------|
B|----------------8----------8---------------|
G|------------7------7-6--x------------------|
D|---------7---------------------------------|
A|--7--9--------------------------9s7--7-----|
E|-------------------------------------------|
 
 




| /    slide up
| \    slide down
| h    hammer-on
| p    pull-off
| .    staccato note (don't let ring)
| p.m. palm mute
| ~    vibrato
| +    harmonic
| x    Mute note
 







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version 3






                  (Bm)                    (G)
AND IT'S TRUE________ WE NAMED__ OUR  CHIL - DREN   AF--TER TOWNS__
 
(A)                                             (Bm)
  THAT WE'D  NEV---ER BEEN TO AND IT'S TRUE_______THAT THE CLOUDS JUST HUNG
 
A--ROUND  (G)         (A)
            LIKE BLACK_____CAD-IL-LACS--OUT SIDE____ A FU-NER-AL
 
AND WE WERE
 
(Am)                           (Fmaj7)                  (C)
    DONE,DONE DONE WITH ALL THE F!!K,F!!K F!!KING A-ROUND
 
(G)               (Am)                            (Fmaj7)
    YOU WERE SO----TRUE TO YOUR SELF, YOU WERE TRUE______TO NO__ONE___ELSE WELL
 
(C)                           (G6add4/B                (Am)
 I SHOULD PUT YOU IN THE GROUND.       I'VE GOT THE TIME   I GOT THE HOURS I GOT THE DAYS
 
(Fmaj7)                        (C)                                    (G)
       I GOT __WEEKS I COULD SAY-----TO MY----SELF I'VE GOT THE WORDS---- BUT I CAN'T SPEAK
 
BUT I WAS
 
(Am)                   (Fmaj7)                        (C)
 DONE,DONE,DONE WITH ALL   circ,circ, cir-cl-ing 'round
 
(Gadd4/b)-------(Bb)                                     (F)
                 i did-n't die and i an't com-plain-ing i AIN'T BLAM--ING
 
(C/E)   (Gsus4)   (Am)
 




And it's true we named our children
After towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.
I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done, done, done
With all the circ, circ, circlin' round.
I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me
Meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
Even had a set of rules.
We named our children after towns
That we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
While our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
For using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
Well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
Circlin' round.







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version 4






Tuning: Standard EADGBe

INTRO:
          Bm                G                  A
And it's true we named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
          Bm                              G
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
         A
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
 
CHORUS:
            Am                            Fmaj7                        C
And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around!
 
G                  Am                           Fmaj7
       You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else
 
     C                                    G
Well I should put you in the ground.
 
               Am                                Fmaj7
I've got the time, i got the hours, i got the days, i got the weeks
 
           C                      G
I could say to myself I've got words but I can't speak but I was
 
Am                            Fmaj7                     C       G
Done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circling 'round.
 
 
BRIDGE:
Bb
  I didn't die and I ain't complaining
 
 F                  C        G
I ain't blaming you.
 
Am
  I didn't know that the words you said to me meant more
 
Fmaj7                           C       G
to me than they ever could you.
 
Bb                                 F                     C        G
  I didn't lie and I ain't saying I told the whole truth.
 
Am
  I didn't know that this game we were playing even
 
F                   C      G
had a set of rules.
 
VERSE:
Bm                G              A
   We named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
          Bm                             G
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
       A
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
              Bm                             G                       A
And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground.
      Bm                         G                      A
So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just
 
CHORUS:
Am                          Fmaj7                          C      G
Dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground!
 
Am
Well, wings on flames, kings with no names,
 
Fmaj7                     C                             G
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
 
            Am                         Fmaj7
You were so all over town but still so crayola brown, well you should
 
C                             G
run 'round yourself right now.  And we were,
 
Am                            Fmaj7                       C        G
done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around.
 
 
END ON: Am







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version 5





 
Tuning: Standard (EADGBe)

(intro)
 
e|----10-----------7---------------------------10----------7--|
B|-------8---10-----------18-----------19---------8--10-------|
G|--------------9-------------16--18--------------------9-----|
D|-----------------------------------17-----------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------|




And it's true we named our children
After towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.
I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done, done, done
With all the circ, circ, circlin' round.
I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me
Meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
Even had a set of rules.
We named our children after towns
That we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
While our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
For using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
Well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
Circlin' round.










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