Banks Tabulatur von Lincoln (für Baryton)

intro:
C, Em, Am, F,

Verse 1:
      C                             Em
Milemarker twenty-seven says we’re on the way to Heaven

       Am                         F
And I smile at the passenger seat

        C
Forty miles from Chicago

           Em
There is snow on the windshield

           Am                     F
And you’re downtown dragging your feet

        C                           Em
Now I’m circling the block around Union Central Station

              Am                          F              
And there are bullets flying into the car

         C                        Em
It’s the same as it’s always been

         Am                       F
It’s the same as it’s always been

            C
Two-hundred miles from Chicago:

         Em
There is blood on the windshield

         Am                                F
And I am reeling as you gather your things

          C
I said I don’t know what to do anymore

      Em
As if I knew what to do before

Am                   F
I can f*ck up almost anything

Chorus 1:

C                 Em        Am                  F
I don’t think that I would exactly call it love

           C               Em
But it’s dripping down my consciousness

           Am              F
Miss, you’re slipping down my lungs

Verse 2:
            C                              Em
I want to build you a protest out of sticks and rocks

              Am                                       F
I find in the backyard behind the house you grew up in

   C                Em
In loving memory of all our nonconformity

          C                              Em
I want to sing you a signal that reaches only the ears

   Am                     F
Of young disenfranchised straight white boys

        C                      Em  
Because that would feel normal,

    Am                F
and none of this does

Chorus 2:

C                 Em        Am                  F
I don’t think that I would exactly call it love

           C               Em
But it’s dripping down my consciousness

           Am              F
As you’re slipping down my lungs

    C             Em            Am               F
So save it for a rainy day and maybe then you’ll see

     C             Em                      Am              F 
That I am like the earth, old man, there’s no way around me

     C
But even in my dreams

               Em
I still don’t know the difference between

Am                     F
What it is I want and what it is I need

                     C
I wanna see you be brave

                    Em
I wanna see you surviving

             Am
I wanna see both of us

                 F
Prospering and thriving separately

            C            Em
I want the catharsis of knowing

           Am             F
Something bad’s about to happen

     C            Em              Am           F
But also knowing that I can’t do anything about it

              C                    Em
Because your new house just don’t shut

               Am              F
Quite like the one you grew up in used to

   C              Em
I wanna come and visit

   Am              F           C
I wanna see this through, but

         Em                  Am              F               
I never will because you’re just not what I need

          C                Em
And I am just not what you want

                 Am         F
Though you’re in everyone I meet and

  C                                      Em
We’ll say fuck the banks but we’ll still use them every day

             Am
And when we fight amongst ourselves

     F
The banks will say "Okay

               C                 Em         Am              F
Have you been spending all your capital on causes you deem just? You keep 

  C            Em               Am            F
doing what you can, we’ll keep doing what we must."

   C                      Em
So despite what you have learned

              Am                 F
In songs for which you’d take a bullet

           C              Em
You won’t find objective truth

      Am            F
In a final rhyming couplet

   C          Em        Am               F              
A couplet, a couplet, a coupleeeeeeeeeeet...