Field Commander Cohen

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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 20:16:24 -0700 (MST)
From: T Dymarz
Subject: CRD:c/cohen_leonard/field_commander_cohen.crd

tabbed by Tullia Dymarz [email protected]

Instructions: CAPO 5
strum each of the x's
(*) indicates the chord should be played in this manner:
Am            Dm
e-----0---0--|-----1---1---|
b-----1---1--|-----3---3---|
g---2---2---2|---2---2---2-|
d------------|-0-----------|
a-0----------|-------------|
E------------|-------------|

Field Commander Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony

C x x x x x x x

C x        x  x   x      x  x   x   G    x x  x    Bb x x x
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
F x       x  x   x    x  x x
Wounded in the line of duty,
Dm x   x  x    x x  x x   C x    x x   Gm  x    x  x
parachuting acid into    diplomatic cocktail parties,
Bb  x    x  x  x  x   x x F   x  x      x   Cm   x x x
urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Bb  x    x  x   Dm
Leave it all and like a man,
Bb              Dm
come back to nothing special,
*Am               *Am
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
*Dm             *Am
silver bullet suicides,
*Dm             *Am
and messianic ocean tides,
*Dm                *Am
and racial roller-coaster rides
*Bb                       *A
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

E  E  E  E (just the bottom note)

Bm                       D
I know you need your sleep now,
A
I know your life's been hard.
Bm                   D
But many men are falling,
A
where you promised to stand guard.

C     x   x x x    x x     x   x    x    G    x    x    x   Bb  x x x
I never asked    but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
F     x      x x x     x    x  x
But then I overheard your prayer,
Dm     x      x    x   x  x   x  x
that you be this and nothing more
C      x         x    x   Gm   x   x  x    Bb x         x   x
than just some grateful faithful woman's    favourite singing
x  x  x  x
millionaire,
F  x   x     x  Cm x x x         Bb x   x  x   Dm
the patron Saint of envy     and the grocer of despair,
E                       A
working for the Yankee Dollar.

E E E E
Bm
I know you need your sleep now ...

C    x   x  x        x  x    x   x     G        x   x x Bb x x x
Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
F    x  x    x   x    x    x   x  Dm x      x  x   x    x   x  x
and be your sweetest self awhile  until I ask for more, my child.
C     x   x   x     Gm     x  x   x  Bb     x        x  x x   x   x  x
Then let the other selves be wrong,  yeah, let them manifest and come
F     x     x     x  Cm x   x  x
till every taste is on the tongue,
Bb    x       x       x   Dm   x  x   x
till love is pierced and love is hung,
Bb   x     x    x  Dm  x   x  x
and every kind of freedom done, then
*Am    *F    *Am    *F   *Am   *F
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...

Intro: F

F                                  C               Eb
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy
Bb
Wounded in the line of duty
Gm                     F          Cm
Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties
Eb                       Bb                Fm
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles
Eb              Gm
Leave it all and like a man
Eb               Gm
Oh come back to nothing special
Dm
Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines
Gm             Dm
And silver bullet suicides
Gm         Dm
And messianic ocean tides
Gm              Dm
And racial roller-coaster rides
Eb                           D            D/A
And other forms of boredom advertised as poetry

Em                     G
I know you need your sleep now
D
I know your life's been hard
Em                 G
But many men have fallen
D
Where you promised to stand guard

F                                          C
I never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along
Eb
with the poor
Bb
How come I overheard your prayer
Gm
That you be this and nothing more
F                    Cm             Eb
Than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite
singing millionaire
Bb             Fm             Eb          Gm
The patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair
A                      D
Working for the Yankee dollar

D
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
A
Go down Point Koomahnah

Both mother and daughter
D    D/A
Working for the Yankee dollar

Em                     G
I know you need your sleep now
D
I know your life's been hard
Em                 G
But many men have fallen
D
Where you promised to stand guard

F                                 C                      Eb
Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are
Bb                              Gm
And be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child
F                Cm                  Eb
Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah,
let them manifest and come
Bb                        Fm
Till love is pierced and love is hung
Eb                 Gm
And every taste is on the tongue
Eb                  Gm
And every kind of freedom done, then
Dm     Bb   Dm         Bb   Dm     Bb
Oh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love
Dm     Bb    Dm
Oh my love