Chords for King Kurt- Indian Bad Day
Tempo:
127.95 bpm
Chords used:
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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You shall hear the story of an Indian sheep who prayed and fasted in the forest, eating
up the greatest skill in hunting deer off the hoisting fish from the river fair.
First a lodge he built for fasting in, built a week when in the forest there in the moon
of leaves his bed was laid and his fast was born at the rise of day.
So blow away, blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, can't possibly rain on me no more today.
Can't possibly rain on me no more.
On the first of seventh his dreams began, through the forest of his mind he was a wanderer
and saw the deer and rabbit, the bear and stork, saw the Pidgin and squirrel in the pines above.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
On the second day at seven by the river's edge, saw the wild rice growing through a crimson hedge.
The Naga, the Bowmen and the great rip-line filled the air with fragrance that the air enswined.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
On the third day at seven by the lake he lay, saw the pike and the herring and the crawfish play.
Shower the perch like a Sunday dream, in the transparent waters of Daddy Ne-An's mind.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
So blow away, blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, can't possibly rain on me no more, I can't say, can't possibly rain on me no more.
On the fourth day at seven by the beaver creek, when he couldn't out-change the hem and he'd escape.
He spoke of evil doings from my man alone, and the chief he made a cry just like a saxophone.
When he couldn't, I pointed at the chief and said, let the sins of your brothers fall on your forehead.
When he couldn't, I stood like a mounting face, gave a leery castle from a white grimace.
With his tail up high, I'm falling, chief he made.
The tail he planned it like a tidal wave.
Hold a rear and fish the chief between the ice.
But the chief rebounded, [F] much to Wang's surprise.
With a rock he found a sudden gleaming lake.
Oh chief, he threw a blow that made the whole earth shake.
The giant sawed and the chief he knew, the fight was over and his last was through.
And the moon of late swang his blade, and the chief he woke up on the seventh day.
To blow away, blow away those clouds that stole my day, blow away.
Can't possibly rain on me no more today.
Can't possibly rain on me no more.
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up the greatest skill in hunting deer off the hoisting fish from the river fair.
First a lodge he built for fasting in, built a week when in the forest there in the moon
of leaves his bed was laid and his fast was born at the rise of day.
So blow away, blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, can't possibly rain on me no more today.
Can't possibly rain on me no more.
On the first of seventh his dreams began, through the forest of his mind he was a wanderer
and saw the deer and rabbit, the bear and stork, saw the Pidgin and squirrel in the pines above.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
On the second day at seven by the river's edge, saw the wild rice growing through a crimson hedge.
The Naga, the Bowmen and the great rip-line filled the air with fragrance that the air enswined.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
On the third day at seven by the lake he lay, saw the pike and the herring and the crawfish play.
Shower the perch like a Sunday dream, in the transparent waters of Daddy Ne-An's mind.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
So blow away, blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, can't possibly rain on me no more, I can't say, can't possibly rain on me no more.
On the fourth day at seven by the beaver creek, when he couldn't out-change the hem and he'd escape.
He spoke of evil doings from my man alone, and the chief he made a cry just like a saxophone.
When he couldn't, I pointed at the chief and said, let the sins of your brothers fall on your forehead.
When he couldn't, I stood like a mounting face, gave a leery castle from a white grimace.
With his tail up high, I'm falling, chief he made.
The tail he planned it like a tidal wave.
Hold a rear and fish the chief between the ice.
But the chief rebounded, [F] much to Wang's surprise.
With a rock he found a sudden gleaming lake.
Oh chief, he threw a blow that made the whole earth shake.
The giant sawed and the chief he knew, the fight was over and his last was through.
And the moon of late swang his blade, and the chief he woke up on the seventh day.
To blow away, blow away those clouds that stole my day, blow away.
Can't possibly rain on me no more today.
Can't possibly rain on me no more.
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You shall hear the story of an Indian sheep who prayed and fasted in the forest, eating
up the greatest skill in hunting deer off the hoisting fish from the river fair.
_ _ _ _ First a lodge he built for fasting in, built a week when in the forest there in the moon
of leaves his bed was laid and his fast was born at the rise of day.
_ So blow away, _ _ _ _ blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no more today. _ _
_ _ _ Can't possibly rain on me no more. _ _ _
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_ _ _ On the first of seventh his dreams began, through the forest of his mind he was a _ wanderer
and saw the deer and rabbit, the bear and stork, saw the Pidgin and squirrel in the pines above.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things. _ _ _ _
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_ On the second day at seven by the river's edge, saw the wild rice growing through a crimson hedge.
The Naga, the Bowmen and the great rip-line filled the air with fragrance that the air enswined.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ On the third day at seven by the lake he lay, saw the pike and the herring and the crawfish play.
Shower the perch like a Sunday dream, in the transparent waters of Daddy Ne-An's mind.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
So blow away, _ _ _ _ blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no more, I can't say, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no _ more. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ On the fourth day at seven by the beaver creek, when he couldn't out-change the hem and he'd escape.
He spoke of evil doings from my man alone, and the chief he made a cry just like a _ saxophone.
When he couldn't, I pointed at the chief and said, let the sins of your brothers fall on your forehead.
When he couldn't, I stood like a mounting face, gave a leery castle from a white grimace.
With his tail up high, I'm falling, chief he made.
The tail he planned it like a tidal wave.
Hold a rear and fish the chief between the ice.
But the chief rebounded, [F] much to Wang's surprise.
With a rock he found a sudden gleaming lake.
Oh chief, he threw a blow that made the whole earth shake.
The giant sawed and the chief he knew, the fight was over and his last was through.
And the moon of late _ swang his blade, and the chief he woke up on the seventh day.
_ _ To blow _ away, _ _ _ blow away those clouds that stole my day, blow _ away. _ _ _
Can't possibly rain on me no more today. _ _ _ _ _
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You shall hear the story of an Indian sheep who prayed and fasted in the forest, eating
up the greatest skill in hunting deer off the hoisting fish from the river fair.
_ _ _ _ First a lodge he built for fasting in, built a week when in the forest there in the moon
of leaves his bed was laid and his fast was born at the rise of day.
_ So blow away, _ _ _ _ blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no more today. _ _
_ _ _ Can't possibly rain on me no more. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On the first of seventh his dreams began, through the forest of his mind he was a _ wanderer
and saw the deer and rabbit, the bear and stork, saw the Pidgin and squirrel in the pines above.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ On the second day at seven by the river's edge, saw the wild rice growing through a crimson hedge.
The Naga, the Bowmen and the great rip-line filled the air with fragrance that the air enswined.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On the third day at seven by the lake he lay, saw the pike and the herring and the crawfish play.
Shower the perch like a Sunday dream, in the transparent waters of Daddy Ne-An's mind.
Oh Lord, does our life depend on these things, does our life depend on these things.
So blow away, _ _ _ _ blow away those vows that spoil my day.
Blow away, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no more, I can't say, _ _ _ _ _ can't possibly rain on me no _ more. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ On the fourth day at seven by the beaver creek, when he couldn't out-change the hem and he'd escape.
He spoke of evil doings from my man alone, and the chief he made a cry just like a _ saxophone.
When he couldn't, I pointed at the chief and said, let the sins of your brothers fall on your forehead.
When he couldn't, I stood like a mounting face, gave a leery castle from a white grimace.
With his tail up high, I'm falling, chief he made.
The tail he planned it like a tidal wave.
Hold a rear and fish the chief between the ice.
But the chief rebounded, [F] much to Wang's surprise.
With a rock he found a sudden gleaming lake.
Oh chief, he threw a blow that made the whole earth shake.
The giant sawed and the chief he knew, the fight was over and his last was through.
And the moon of late _ swang his blade, and the chief he woke up on the seventh day.
_ _ To blow _ away, _ _ _ blow away those clouds that stole my day, blow _ away. _ _ _
Can't possibly rain on me no more today. _ _ _ _ _
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