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Artist: The Decemberists
 Album: Picaresque
  Song: On The Bus Mall

[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/decemberists/09_busmall.html]




Main contributor: Andy Bouwman (marpocky@hotmail.com)


(Intro:)
Cmaj7 G
Cmaj7 G
Cmaj7 G
Cmaj7 G

   C
In matching blue raincoats, our shoes were our showboats
   G
we kicked around
     C
From stairway to station, we made a sensation
         G
with the gadabout crowd
    C
And oh what a bargain, we're two easy targets
        G
For the old men at the off-tracks
       C
Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars
         G
Which we squirreled away 
       Em                    Am
In our rat-trap hotel by the freeway
       C                G
And we slept in Sundays

     C
Your parents were anxious, your cool was contagious
       G
At the old school
    C
You left without leaving a note for your grieving
      G
Sweet mother while your brother was so cruel
    C
And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied
       G
As you learned quick to make a fast buck
   C
In bathrooms and ballrooms, on dumpsters and heirlooms
   G
We bit our tongues
           Em                               Am
Sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling
             C
Such was our calling


    Em          D         Am                  C
And here in our hollow we fused like a family
    Em         D         C
But I will not mourn for you
   Em           D          Am                     C
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
      Am                   Cm
We're kings among runaways
       G
On the bus mall
      Cm          G
We're down on the bus mall

C
Among all the urchins and old chinese merchants
       G
Of the old town
   C
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball
       G
And we never let the bastards get us down
       C
And we laughed off the quick tricks, the old men with limp dicks
       G
On the colonnades of the waterfront park
   C
As four in the morning came on cold and boring
   G
We huddled close
       Em                 Am
In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
                  C
Our hands tightly holding

    Em          D         Am                  C
But here in our hollow we fused like a family
    Em         D         C
But I will not mourn for you
   Em           D          Am                     C
So take up your makeup and pocket your pills away
      Am                   Cm
We're kings among runaways
       G
On the bus mall
      Cm          G
We're down on the bus mall
      Cm          G
We're down on the bus mall
Cm          G
Down on the bus mall
D C G C G
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