Mrs Jones tab by Hole

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			   Mrs. Jones by Hole
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From 1991's 'Pretty on the Inside'. This is a frenzied monster of a song, some of Hole's
craziest and most abstract and violent work to date. It's all power chords and slamming
a few open notes, so it's pretty simple if you can get the rhythm and keep up with the
speed. Lots of distortion on the guitar here, and these riffs are played continuously
throughout the verses. All the tabs on here for this song are incomplete and messy, so
I've done some homework on it. Courtney's vocals are wild and the lyrics in it seem to
switch points-of-view as well; lots of gnarly verses and descriptions, but a killer song
in all of its chaos. Notice that the main riff ("Riff B") is a total rip-off of "Dark
Entries" by
Bauhaus— Courtney has admitted it herself.

Tabbed by: Scott H.

Tuning: Standard


Play with HEAVY distortion

INTRO

Riff A:

e|--------------|
B|--------------|
G|--------------|
D|-2-5-2-5-4----|
A|-2-5-2-5-4----|
E|-0-3-0-3-2----|

(Play Riff A twice, then...)


Riff B:

e|-------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------|
D|--66666666-55555555-44444444-33333333------|
A|--66666666-55555555-44444444-33333333------|
E|--44444444-33333333-22222222-11111111------|


Riff B
  Sorry man, sorry, sorry, I've got a bad eye
  I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have looked at it
  I, I shouldn't have looked at it
  Go, go away, go away, on the sugar star
  The sugar star and the abortionist and
  Hey, you want her on the bed
  With her legs wide open, her eyes all spread


Riff C:

e|-------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------|
D|-3--55555555555555--3--55555555555555------|
A|-3--55555555555555--3--55555555555555------|
E|-1--33333333333333--1--33333333333333------|

Riff C
  What is the matter with blackjack bones?
  Oh, Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones, aw
  Cry me a river but just take me home
  Aw, Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones


Riff B
  Sorry man, I got a gut, slit me
  Fuckin' ran away with my abortionist
  My little red-eyed black demonologist
  The knife they used to, to gut my face in
  It's been out stabbing baby, baby angels in
  Smile, smile


Riff C
  The skies are narcotic with blackjack bones
  Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
  My virus is ragin', it's breaking my bones
  Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones


Riff D:

e|-----0000----0000---------------|
B|-----0000----0000---------------|
G|-----0000----0000---------------|
D|--44------55--------------------|
A|--44------55--------------------|
E|--22------33--------------------|


Riff D
  Come, see mine
  I will, I will follow you
  Down the sick drain
  When I lean on, on the sink
  Don't worry, don't worry
  Don't worry, baby
  You will, you will never stink so bad


Riff B
  Woah, I'm sorry man, I'm sorry
  I shouldn't have looked at it
  I'm sorry man
  You're a night-blooming sickle cell
  You're a night-blooming sickle cell
  Carry it away, get it away
  Look into the bloodroot you suicide bitch
  It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live
  Suddenly, I'm sorry man, I'm sorry man, woah


Riff C
  The skies are narcotic with blackjack bones
  Aw, Mrs. Jones, aw, Mrs. Jones
  Come get your dog, it won't leave me alone
  Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
  My virus is raging and it's breaking my bones
  Oh, Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones, oh
  Cry me a river baby, but just take me home
  Oh, Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones


Riff A
  Sister ectoplasma, she's incredulous
  Just like a pro, she takes off her dress
  And she kicks you down in her snow-white pumps
  And just remember, it was me who found the light
  Can I, can I, can I?
  Shit! Shit!
  Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
  Shit! Shit!
  East is east and west is west
  And mine was you and mine was the best
  And you are east and west is west
  And mine was you and mine was
  Mine was gold, Mrs. Jones
  Breathe
  I really, don't ask me again