Mason City
The Fiery FurnacesVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Came a card marked Mason City
From my forwarder.
Shut the door, dont let my dad see;
Read aloud dear sir:
Understanding you account an upright gent-
lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
By the way, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the Riceville widow
S - A - S - E
I would guess theyll be turned out though
Ill still make my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care,
Then the Bankers Trust will surely think it fair
To not give extensions, as they musnt dare.
Write Des Moines on several matters
And I near anoint,
Ladle thick the pleasant flatters,
And then comes the point;
Mr. Nelson wouldnt like to hear it said
As hes too proud, so I do it in his stead:
He shall need an extensionso it read.
Take....
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--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West Madison for Christs sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
None on the make.
*THE PART I DON'T KNOW :(
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.
But nowWait.
*begin playing A one meter
How are you my nabs?
Little tender footed crabs,
Meet my knuckle duster.
You geeched that gazoons gow
Tried to break into the bow:
Go wipe your nose.
(A-G-F#)- quick change, once each
Im just hanging out with some noler knockums,
Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
Prussian who got jackered,
My snapper till your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The chivman wants your chip;
Better dummy up then go dip:
Youre outta turn.
(A-G-F#)quickly
I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse than the dicer stabber.
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Readable chord sheet for Mason City by The Fiery Furnaces
[C]Came a card marked [A]Mason City
[F]From my forward[C]er.
[C]Shut the door, dont [A]let my dad see;
[F]Read aloud dear s[C]ir:
[F]Understanding you account an upright g[G]ent-
[Bb]lemen Aetna Life agreed and [C]lent.
[Bb]By the way, my fee is 2.6 pe[G]rcent.
[C]Write again the R[A]iceville widow
[F]S - A - S - [C]E
[C]I would guess theyll be turned out t[A]hough
[F]Ill still make my pl[C]ea:
If the Du[F]nlay heirs cannot be seen to c[G]are,
Then the [Bb]Bankers Trust will surely think it f[C]air
To not gi[Bb]ve extensions, as they musnt [G]dare.
[C]Write Des Moines on s[A]everal matters
And I [F]near an[C]oint,
[C]Ladle thick the [A]pleasant flatters,
[F]And then comes the [C]point;
Mr. N[F]elson wouldnt like to hear it [G]said
As hes t[Bb]oo proud, so I do it in his s[C]tead:
He shall [Bb]need an extensionso it r[G]ead.
T[C#m]ake....
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a|------------------------5--------------------------------------5--|
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[C#m]--Take the Oregon S[Cm]hort Line to Salt La[F#]ke;
take the [C#m]Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West Ma[Cm]dison for Christs [F#]sake.
[C#m]Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
[Cm]None on the [F#]make.
*THE PART I DON'T KNOW :(
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.
But nowWait.
*begin playing A one meter
[A]How are you my nabs?
Little [F#]tender footed crabs,
Meet my k[D]nuckle duster. [A]
You [A]geeched that gazoons gow
Tried to [F#]break into the bow:
Go w[D]ipe your nose. [A]
(A-G
[F#]Im just hanging out with some noler knockums,
[F]Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
[A]Prussian who got jackered,
My s[F#]napper till your knockered,
Get [D]on the snam. [A]
The c[A]hivman wants your chip;
Better [F#]dummy up then go dip:
Youre outta [D]turn. [A]
(A-G
[F#]I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,
[F]Even worse than the dicer stabber.