Cemetery Polka Tabulatur von Tom Waits

Verse 1:

      Cm     G#
Uncle Vernon,
      Cm     G#
Uncle Vernon,
     Cm           G#     G
Inde-pendent as a hog on ice.
       Cm        G#                Cm             G#
He's a big-shot, down there at the slaughterhouse,
         Cm          G#  G   Cm
Plays ac-cordion for Mis-ter Weiss.

Verse 2:

      Fm       C#
Uncle Biltmore,
          Fm      C#
And Uncle William,
       Fm             C#        C
Made a million during World War II.
            Fm        C#
But they're tightwads,
            Fm          C#
And they're cheapskates,
            Fm           C#   C  Fm
And they'll never give a dime to you.

Interlude:

G#

Verse 3:

       Cm       G#      Cm        G#
Auntie Mame has gone in-sane; she lives,
       Cm                G# G
In the doorway of an old ho-tel.
        Cm    G#
And the radio,
           Cm    G#
Is playing opera,
        Cm             G# G  Cm
All she ever says is; "go to Hell".

Verse 4:

      Fm     C#
Uncle Violet,
        Fm    C#
Flew as pilot,
          Fm              C#       C
And there ain't no pretty girls in France.
       Fm     C#          Fm           C#
Now he runs a tiny little bookie joint;
            Fm             C# C   Fm
They say he never keeps it in his pants.

Verse 5:

      A#m       F#            A#m  F#
Uncle Bill will never leave a will,
        A#m          F#        F
And the tumour is as big as an egg.
      A#m      F#            A#m   F#
Has a mistress; she's Puerto Rican,
      A#m             F#  F   A#m
And I heard she has a woo-den leg.

Interlude:

G#

Verse 6:

      Cm         G#               Cm
Uncle Phil can't live without his pills;
G#            Cm            G#     G
 He has emphy-sema and he's almost blind.
       Cm        G#            Cm       G#
And we must find out where the money is,
       Cm             G#    G   Cm
Get it now, before he loses his mind.

Verse 7:

      Fm     C#
Uncle Vernon,
      Fm     C#
Uncle Vernon,
     Fm           C#     C
Inde-pendent as a hog on ice.
       Fm        C#                Fm             C#
He's a big-shot, down there at the slaughterhouse,
         Fm          C#  C   Fm
Plays ac-cordion for Mis-ter Weiss.