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From: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Louden Wainwright III A father and a son.

	This is a song by Louden Wainwright III. I havent written down all
the lyrics because I am not organised enough to bring them into work. The chordsare quite easy. The guitar is capoed at the 7th (or 8th) fret. This makes the 
whole thing sound like a mandolin so strum fast enough to keep the sound going. The chords are G D Emin Amin and then C. There is a little twiddly bit then to
go back to the G. This is a hammered on major scale walk. Its not to hard.

	The only variation to this is on for example the bit "hate is a strong
word, I want to back track" which is Amin and E min. 

	Sorry this tab is not completely clear, but at least its something.

	Phil Lord
	Edinburgh

        When I was your age I was just like you,
        and just look at me now Im sure you do,
        your grandfather was just as bad,
        and you should have heard him trash his dad
        my mums father was a tragic guy,
        but he was so distant that no body knows why,
        now your mothers familly you know them,
        each and every one a gem, each and every one a gem.

        When I was your age I hated my dad,
        and I thought the feeling was a mutual one that we had,
        we fought each other day and night,
        I was always wrong and he was always right.
        I dont know about this oedipal stuff,
        but when we were together it was always rough,
        Hate is a strong word I want to back track,
        the bigger the front, the bigger the back,
        
        Now you and me are me and you,
        and its a different ball game altough not brand new,
        I dont know what all this fighting is for,
        we're having us a teenage middle age war,
        it never really ends though each race is run,
        this thing between a father and a son,
        maybe its power, push and shove,
        maybe its hate, probably its love,
        maybe its hate, probably its love.