Track Number 8
Sun Kil Moon
DADGAD tuning
Change tuner from 440 hz to 432 hz
Am = 777000 or 002230
Bm = 999000 or 224422
D = 000200
Em = 222000
F = 333200
G = 555400
F D F
I crossed the highways like I did as a child
Bm Am G F
On my way to the movies, I pet cats and smile
F D F
I walk the back alleys, their John Steinback calm
Bm Am G F
Fake trees, lemon trees, tall shady palms
Em D Am
Big empty churches, old antique stores
Em D Am
Peeling Victorians that used to house whores
Em D Am
I take the back streets back to my digs
Em D Am
And look up at skies like I did as a kid
F D F
My bedroom window, I’d look out and dream
Bm Am G F
Of a life close to what I’m living
F D F
A traveling singer who plays good guitar
Bm Am G F
At outdoor festivals, theaters and bars
Em D Am
And I got a nice girl, she’s beautiful too
Em D Am
We’re destined to be this, I know to be true
Em D Am
Sure there were others, but nothing this nice
Em D Am
She set the bait and I took the bite
Em F G Am
The streets of Martinez, I love them so
Em F G Am
I walk around thinking the sun’s always low
Em F G Am
The cats of Martinez, I love them so
Em F G Am
I feed them at night, they run off and go
Em F G Am
Four kitty cats, gave them their names
Em F G Am
Monster Fluff, Half Fluff, No Fluff and Sammy
Em F G Am
They’re the highlights of my songwriting days
Em F G Am
They’re happy to see me, we sit and we play
F D F
These are some words I wrote down last night
Bm Am G F
I’ve beat ‘em to death and I can’t get ‘em right
F D F
Songwriting’s lonely, songwriting hurts
Bm Am G F
A relentless itch and bed bug curse
Em D Am
Songwriting costs, it doesn’t come free
Em D Am
Ask Eliot Smith, ask Richie Lee
Em D Am
Ask Mark Linkous, ask Shannon Hoon
Em D Am
To get up on stage and sing you a tune
F D F
This business is troubling, a big nagging cyst
Bm Am G F
You get on this plane and I’ll sit at your desk
F D F
And I’ll leave at eight and be home by five
Bm Am G F
Call me from Warsaw if you have time
Em D Am
Ever wonder why there aren’t more
Em D Am
Than ten songs on most albums, cause it’s a chore
Em D Am
To write half a dozen, some guys lay back
Em D
And rest on their laurels
Am
Like lazy old hacks
Em F
Well I wrote this one
G Am
And I know it ain’t great
Em F
We’ll probably sequence it
G Am
Track number eight
Em F
And pick up some water at 7-11
G Am
On my way to the mastering session
Em F G Am
The streets of Martinez, I love them so
Em F G Am
I walk out the door and the sun always flows
Em F G Am
The cats of Martinez, I love them so
Em F G Am
They help me forget my songwriting woes