Mount Marcy Lyrics

Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus
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
This riff is a little tricky
Fingering... P M R
G(riff)x4, Am, G(riff)x4, Am
Verse I
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
Feel the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the
Am G(riff)x2
Air and the north from Marcys hair
When my death-day comes
G(riff)x2
When my death-day numbs me
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
Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we
Am G(riff)x2
Built on the mountains silt
Marcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like a
Soul to forget you would be so, oh, oh, oh
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
And something, that something is the heaven-king for me!
-Banjo Solo-
1! 2! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Verse III
Birds are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to
Am G(riff)x2
Tell from the top of your landfill
Workers smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth and
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
They are blinding, binding, reminding me the heaven-king is one.
Sources:
http://www.youtube.com/watch'v=mtbRI4hYawU
http://www.frontierruckus.com/songbook/
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