Mason City Lyrics

Mason City-Fiery Furnaces
If you don't own this album already, BUY IT! They're one of the few bands today that
tries something new, they could use the support.
-I'm certain of parts 1 and 3, but the second section of Part 2-"Up for shade on Crumb
is a little odd. I'm not sure what chords to use to back it. If anyone figures it out
me at stupidalternative@yahoo.com and I'll correct it and give you props.
Enjoy
*the A might sound better barred, up to you
Came a card marked Mason City
From my forwarder.
Shut the door, don't let my dad see;
Read aloud dear sir:
Understanding you account an upright gent-
lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
Bb G~
By the way, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the Riceville widow
S - A - S - E
I would guess they'll be turned out though
I'll still make my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care,
Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
Bb G~
To not give extensions, as they musn't dare.
*first solo* backing chords is an exact repeat of ^^^^^^
Write Des Moines on several matters
And I near anoint,
Ladle thick the pleasant flatters,
And then comes the point;
Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead:
Bb G~
He shall need an extension'so it read.
Take....
Piano line:
*This section I'm not sure on. I believe the song actually goes C#m-Cm-D, but the D is
low, maybe you could drop the E string to D, but I don't feel like it. So I supplemented
with F#, which sounds alright. By the way, power chords may be best for this part
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West Madison for Christ's sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
None on the make.
*THE PART I DON'T KNOW :(
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.
But now'Wait.
*begin playing A one meter
How are you my nabs?
Little tender footed crabs,
Meet my knuckle duster.
You geeched that gazoon's gow
Tried to break into the bow:
Go wipe your nose.
(A-G#-F#)- quick change, once each
F#~
I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums,
Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
Prussian who got jackered,
My snapper till your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The chivman wants your chip;
Better dummy up then go dip:
You're outta turn.
(A-G#-F#)quickly
I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse than the dicer stabber.
THEN COMES THE SOLO...which I didn't tab--just keep it in A and you're safe. Email any
to stupidalternative@yahoo.com