Flightless Bird, American Mouth

(“Your” in the 3rd line should be a D, but the harp doesn’t play that
low.  I didn’t want to tab this song an octave higher.)

Verse:
1 -1  2  -2   -2  -2
I was a quick wet boy 

-2  -2”  2   -1   2    2
Div-ing too deep for coins 

-1  1   1     1      1    1
All of your street light eyes 

 1   -1 2   -1  -1  -1
Wide on my plas-tic toys 


(repeat above to complete the verse)
And when the cops closed the fair 
I cut my long baby hair 
Stole me a dog-eared map 
And called for you everywhere 

Chorus:
 -2  -2  -4   -4 5
Have  I found  you? 

  -4    5   -4 4
Flight-less  bird

 -3” (or 4)   4     -3  -3
     Jea-    lous, weep-ing 

 -4  4  4   -4 5
Have I lost  you? 

-4 -4  5   5  -4 4
 A- me-ri-can mouth

 4   4     -3
Big pill looming 

Verse:
Now I’m a fat house cat 
Nursing my sore blunt tongue 
Watching the warm poison rats 
Curl through the wide fence cracks 
Pissing on magazine photos 
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean 
Blood of Christ mountain stream 

Chorus:
Have I found you? 
Flightless bird, grounded bleeding 
Or lost you? 
American mouth 
Big pill, stuck going down