Mason City by The Fiery Furnaces

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			     Mason City-Fiery Furnaces
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Album: Blueberry Boat
Transcribed by: Martin Mokran

   If you don't own this album already, BUY IT! They're one of the few bands today that 
tries something new, they could use the support.
-I'm certain of parts 1 and 3, but the second section of Part 2-"Up for shade on Crumb 
is a little odd. I'm not sure what chords to use to back it. If anyone figures it out 
me at stupidalternative@yahoo.com and I'll correct it and give you props.
Enjoy
*the A might sound better barred, up to you


---------------------------Part 1--------------------------------------
C                  A
Came a card marked Mason City
F              C
From my forwarder.
C                    A
Shut the door, don’t let my dad see;
F                C
Read aloud dear sir:
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F                                     G
Understanding you account an upright gent-
Bb                          C
lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
Bb                          G~
By the way, my fee is 2.6 percent.

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C                A
Write again the Riceville widow
  F              C
  S -  A -  S -  E
C                                    A
I would guess they’ll be turned out though
F                    C
I’ll still make my plea:
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         F                             G
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care,
         Bb                                   C
Then the Banker’s Trust will surely think it fair
         Bb                            G~
To not give extensions, as they musn’t dare.
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*first solo* backing chords is an exact repeat of ^^^^^^
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C                    A
Write Des Moines on several matters
      F      C
And I near anoint,
C               A
Ladle thick the pleasant flatters,
F                  C
And then comes the point;

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     F                              G
Mr. Nelson wouldn’t like to hear it said
         Bb                           C
As he’s too proud, so I do it in his stead:
         Bb                       G~
He shall need an extension—so it read.

--------------------------Part 2-----------------------------------------
   C#m
  Take....

      Piano line:
      e|------------------------------------------------------------------|
      b|------------------------------------------------------------------|
      g|---6~-----664--5----------------4-6666-4---6666--6-4----5---------|
      d|-------------7-----77-4-----(7)---------7------------7----77-4----|
      a|------------------------5--------------------------------------5--|
      E|------------------------------------------------------------------|

*This section I'm not sure on. I believe the song actually goes C#m-Cm-D, but the D is 
low, maybe you could drop the E string to D, but I don't feel like it. So I supplemented 
with F#, which sounds alright. By the way, power chords may be best for this part

C#m                Cm                  F#
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
         C#m
take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
          Cm                 F#
to West Madison for Christ’s sake.
C#m
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
Cm          F#
None on the make.


*THE PART I DON'T KNOW :(
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.

But now—Wait.
-------------------------Part 3------------------------------------------

       *begin playing A one meter
A
How are you my nabs?
       F#
Little tender footed crabs,
         D                  A
Meet my knuckle duster.
    A
You geeched that gazoon’s gow
         F#
Tried to break into the bow:
    D                   A
Go wipe your nose.

 (A-G#-F#)- quick change, once each

F#~
I’m just hanging out with some noler knockums,
F
Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.

A
Prussian who got jackered,
    F#
My snapper till your knockered,
    D                  A
Get on the snam.
     A
The chivman wants your chip;
       F#
Better dummy up then go dip:
             D         A
You’re outta turn.
     (A-G#-F#)quickly
F#
I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,
F
Even worse than the dicer stabber.


THEN COMES THE SOLO...which I didn't tab--just keep it in A and you're safe. Email any 
to stupidalternative@yahoo.com

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