Nuthinduan Waltz - Andrew Bird

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#----------------------------PLEASE NOTE-----------------------------#
# This represents the author's own work and interpretation of the    #
# song. To be used only for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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Artist: Andrew Bird
 Album: Thrills
  Song: Nothinduan Waltz

Tabbed by: Tim Gallagher ouknowtg@yahoo.com


Intro:                        A7add9

E|------------
B|---------3--
G|---------2--
D|-------0-0--
A|-0-2-4------
e|-----------3

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-0----3---0---
-0----2---0---
-0--0-0---0-0-
-2--------2---
-3------3-3---

-------0---3--
3------2---2--
2------0---0--
0------2---2--
---0-2-0---0--
--3-----------

--|
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[Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/]

Verse:
             
I'm just an ol

             
d rube, with a

             
 cane made of 

      
wood

             
And a dog with

           
 a nasal disea

  
se

             
I sit when it'

             
s breezing, my

            
 dogs always s

  
neezing

             
I swear it's t

           
he voice of Lo

  
uise


Chorus:
             
Why do you do 

              
when you don't

        
 have a clue

              
And the only t

             
hing doing is 

          
nothing at all

              
'Cept wait for

            
 night fall wh

             
en the will of

             
 the wind has 

  
its way 

[w/Intro riff]
             
In the grass o

            
n a summer's d


ay


Verse 2
             
And the rope e

             
nds that hung 

             
above layers o

  
f dung had 

            
little on all 

          
sides but air

             
In the buzzing

             
 dry wheat tha

             
t wisps my bar

       
e feet, I 

            
step on my dog

       
gies despair


             
Why do you do 

              
when you don't

        
 have a clue

              
And the only t

             
hing doing is 

          
nothing at all

              
'Cept wait for

            
 night fall wh

             
en the will of

             
 the wind has 


its way 

[w/Intro riff]
             
In the grass o

            
n a summer's d

        
ay

      
             
I'm just an ol

             
d yout, with a

             
 cane made of 


root

[w/Intro riff]
             
And a dog with

           
 a nasal disea

  (      
se

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