Nofx - Scavenger type

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    Date: Wed, 04 Dec 1996 22:11:06 +0000
    From: Nick Lanham 
    Subject: TAB: Scavenger Type by Nofx
    
    Song Name: Scavenger Type
    Artist: Nofx
    Tabbed by: Nick (smock@geocities.com)
    Album: Punk in Drublic
    
    This is a pretty easy song to play. The only tricky part is the 
    struming rhythm which is a kinda ska deal. It would be best if you 
    listened to the album for the timing.
    
    
    Intro is just D then:
    
     D                              F# 
    King alone at the bottom of the hill
    																				  
    																						G
    Our protaganist named Bill
    
    Sets his sights on an anchor steam pond
    
    D							F#																G
    All he  Needs is thirteen quarters
    
    																			D					F#   G
    Congregated in his hat
    
    D																								F#												G
    A crow, a scavenger type, California redemption
    
    																						D					F#															G
    Provides him with his rent, room and board inside of,
    
    												D									F#			G					D
    a fifth, of comfort.
    
    D																											F#																					G
    As the wind, penetrates his bones his mind keeps focused
    
    D														F#									G
    Tidal waves of sound, catapulted from his horn
    
    										D							F#			G				D
    wail like lovers
    
    D																								F#																						G
    The coins don't drop, consistent, as does the mercury
    
    																						D									F#																					G
    his mean eyes slow realizing, a zenith he's reached perfection
    
    																			D
    no one did see him die.

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