Gettin Down On The Mountain by The Corb Lund Band
GETTIN' DOWN ON THE MOUNTAIN - CORB LUND
Tabbed by Barry Miles
Capo on 5th Fret
Baritone Guitar (Down an octave really, but this makes it easier to do both parts)
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| x3
D|---2-------------------2-----------------2-------------------2---------------|
A|---0-------------------0-----------------0-------------------0---------------|
E|-3-------------------3-----------------3-------------------3-----------------|
Acoustic Lead:
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------1b----------------------------1p0--------|
G|---2--2-2p0---------0--2--2-2p0----------2--2-2p0---------0--2--2-----2p0-2--|
D|------------2p0-0h2-------------2p0---------------2p0-0h2--------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------------------1p0--------|
G|---2--2-2p0---------0--2--2-2p0-----0----2--2-2p0---------0--2--2-----2p0-2--|
D|------------2p0-0h2-------------2p0---------------2p0-0h2--------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Verse:
e|----------------------------------|
B|----------------------------------|
G|----------------------------------| x3
D|---2---2---2---2---2---2---2---2--|
A|---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0--|
E|-3---------------3----------------|
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon
e|-----------------0----------------|
B|-----------------0----------------|
G|-----------------1---------2--2---|
D|---2---2---2-----0---------2--2---|
A|---0---0---0-----2---------0--0---|
E|-3---------------0----------------|
You best start thinking where food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden
Chorus:
Acoustic: A7(no 3rd): x02253 (There might be a bit of the banjo part in that chord)
e|-----3--------3-------3----|
B|---------5--------5-----5--|
G|-/2--------2--------2------| x3
D|-/2--------2--------2------|
A|--0----0--------0----------|
E|---------------------------|
Baritone:
e|-------------------|------------------|-------------------|
B|-------------------|------------------|-------------------|
G|-------------------|------------------|-------------------|
D|-------------------|------------------|-------------------|
A|---0--0----0---3-0-|---0--0----0----0-|---0--0----0---3-0-|
E|-3------3----3-----|-3------3-----3---|-3------3----3-----|
Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the moutain
Don't wanna be around when the shit goes down
e|---------------------|
B|---------------2--2--|
G|----0-----0----2--2--| x2
D|------0-----0--2--2--|
A|---------------0--0--|
E|-/3-----3------------|
I'll be gettin on down the mountain
Verse:
When the truck don't run, the bread don't come , have a hard time finding petrol
Water aint runnin in the city no more do hold any precious metal
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky, whats that about over crowdin'
You ever seen a man who's kids aint ate for 17 days and countin'
Chorus
Intro (first half)
Verse:
There aint no heat and the powers gone out, It's kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked its all grid locked, you got a short wave handle
Can you track the dear , can you dig the well, couldn't quiet hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, brother can you spare some ammo
Chorus
Intro
Verse:
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon
I think I see a rip in the social fabric; brother can you passthe ammo
Chorus
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