Poor Cow Written by Donovan Leitch Tabbed by Jean-David Blanc (the 19th of December 2005) __________________________________________________________________________________________ Sounding key C major ___________________________________________________________________________________ G C F C sus4 C F : . : . : . : . : . : . |-------------|----0--------|----1--------|----0--------|----0-----0--|----1--------| |-------------|----1--------|----1--------|----1--------|----1-----1--|----1--------| |-------------|----0--------|----2--0--2--|-0--0--0-----|----0-----0--|----2--------| |-------------|-------0--2--|-3-----------|----------3--|-2-----------|-3-----3--2--| |-------0--2--|-3-----------|-------------|-------------|-3-----------|-------------| |----3--------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------3-----|-------------| I dwell in ...
G C G G : . : . : . : . |----1----111-|----0-----0--|---1-----111-|----1--------|----------- |----0----000-|----1-----1--|---0-----000-|----0--------|----------- |----0----000-|----0-----0--|---0-----000-|----0--------|----------- |-0-------000-|----2--------|---0-----000-|-------------|----------- |---------222-|-3-----0-----|---------222-|-------0--2--|---etc..--- |-------------|-------------|-3-----------|-3-----------|----------- G C F C I dwell in the north in the green country F G C G Far I'm here, far I'm here C F C And I take to my rest at the end of day, F G C G C Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play G And then I dream along C G Then I make a song Am D Am About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt D /f /e Dm : . : . : . |-------------|-------------|----1--------| |----3-----3--|----3-----3--|----3--------| |----2-----2--|----2-----0--|----2--------| |-0-----0-----|-3-----2-----|-0------etc..| |-------------|-------------|-------------| |-------------|-------------|-------------| Dm Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day The rain has gone away, Dm7 C Watching the children sing and play F C In the garden and the roadway F C Up comes a little one singing a song F C About a friend she knows called Rosie F C F C Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie F C G C G F G All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.