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Dirt in The Ground

From: HENSCHJ5753@uni.edu
Date: Thu, 15 Feb 1996 18:59:05 -0600 (CST)
Subject: Tom Waits_Dirt in the Ground

Tom Waits--Dirt in the Ground (written by T. Waits and Kathleen Brennan)
from Bone Machine--1992



Verse 1:
Fm Db Fm
What does it matter, a dream of love
Db
Or a dream of lies
Eb Ab
We're all gonna be the same place
C7
When we die
Fm Db
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Fm Db
Your face or your name
Eb
And the wind through your bones
Ab C7
Is all that remains
Fm Db Eb Fm
And we're all gonna be...
(4 times)
Fm (sung only)
Just dirt in the ground


Verse 2:
Fm Db
The quill from a buzzard
Fm Db
The blood writes the word
Eb Ab
I want to know am I the sky
C7
or the bird
Fm Db
'Cause hell is boiling over
Fm Db
And heaven is full
Eb
We're chained to the world
Ab C7
And we all gotta pull
Fm Db Eb Fm
And we're all gonna be...
(4 times)
Fm
...Just dirt in the ground


Verse 3:
Fm Db
Now the killer was smiling
Fm Db
With nerves made of stone
Eb
He climbed the stairs
Ab C7
And the gallows groaned
Fm Db
And the people's hearts were pounding
Fm Db
They were throbbing, they were red
Eb
As he swung out over the crowd
Ab C7
I heard the hangman said
Fm Db Eb Fm
We're all gonna be...
(4 times)
Fm
Just dirt in the ground


Verse 4:
Fm Db
Now Cain slew Abel
Fm Db
He killed him with a stone
Eb
The sky cracked open
Ab C7
And the thunder groaned
Fm Db
Along a river of flesh
Fm Db
Can these dry bones live?
Eb
Ask a king or a beggar
Ab C7
And the answer they'll give
Fm Db Eb Fm
Is we're all gonna be...
(4 times)
Fm
We're all gonna be just


Jeff Henscheid
henschj5753@cobra.uni.edu


Date: Mon, 02 Dec 1996 07:16:30 -0800
From: msue
Subject: TAB: Dirt in the Ground, Tom Waits

DIRT IN THE GROUND (1992, Waits, Brennan)

G#m C#m F#(m) G#m
G#m C#m F#(m) G#m

G#m C#m G#m C#m
What does it matter? A dream of love or a dream of lies?
F# (sustain) C# thingee D#
We're all gonna be the same place when we die.
G#m C#m G#m C#m
Your spirit don't leave knowing your face or your name,
F# (sustain) C# thingee D#
And the wind through your bones is all that remains, and
G#m C#m F#(m) G#m
We're all gonna be...
(embellish with sparse and groovy guitar licks according to your listening pleasure)
...We're all gonna be just dirt in the ground.

The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word,
I want to know am I the sky or a bird,
'Cause hell is boilin' over, and heaven is full,
We're chained to the world and we've all gotta pull.
And we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground.

Now the killer was smiling, with nerves made of stone;
He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned;
And the people's hearts were pounding, they were throbbing they were red,
As he swung over the crowd I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be ...just dirt in the ground.

Now Cain slew Abel, he killed him with a stone;
The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned;
Along a river of flesh can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar and the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground.

C# thingee: 445464 (the dirtier the better, eh?)

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