Song Of Our So-called Friend by Okkervil River

Okkervil River - Song of Our So-Called Friend
Tabbed by Alex Kandabarow alex[dot]kandabarow[at]gmail[dot]com
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Standard Tuning

 A                                       Bm
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you 
               F#m                                     D Dsus2
while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? 
     A                                        Bm
It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew,
              F#m                                D Dsus2
in time, he’d tell his tale the way he’d like it told.

       F#m          Bm
Now he isn’t on the phone, 
        Bm                     D
and his story might as well be so.

       A                            Bm
Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know,
                     F#m                       D Dsus2
because we both have loved, have lost, and are alone. 
     A                                  Bm
Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re dear,
           F#m                                     D             Dsus2
though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will never see you in my arms.

       F#m             Bm
There’s no room in your heart
     Bm                        D Dsus2
for even this finely-sharpened dart; 

    A      F#m      Bm                         D              A        
although I had started to think there might be hope, it isn’t so.

Bridge: A Bm F#m D Dsus2

   F#m             Bm               D                A
So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune. 

           A                                       Bm 
The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, the summer ends;
            D                A
our so-called friend doesn’t need you.

			A                                  Bm
So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s lying near,
           F#m                            D Dsus2
but in the oven’s heat this house is now a home.
A                                  Bm
Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear, 
            F#m                           D Dsus2
that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone. 

           F#m                 Bm              
Although I put my lips to your face, 
		  Bm                       D
trying to push his kiss out of its place, 

   A         F#m      Bm                      D                   A
although my heart started to race, now it has slowed, I’ll let it go.


End: A Bm F#m D (X2) A



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