Get High See Mice

Here's 'Get High, See Mice', by The Smith Street Band. I'm not 100% on the lyrics, there's almost nothing about them online so I wrote them to the best of my abilities. I'll leave you to figure out the picking, it's quite straightforward. The strumming pattern however is tricky until you get the hang of it. Chorus uses these chords (I know the names aren't right, just use for reference): e|--3-----3-----3-----3--------------------------------------| B|--3-----3-----3-----3--------------------------------------| G|--0-----0-----0-----0--------------------------------------| D|--2-----0-----2-----0--------------------------------------| A|--3-----2-----0-----2--------------------------------------| E|--------------------3--------------------------------------| It sounds good in on acoustic, but I think Wil plays it in respectively. verse 1 I was gonna lie and steal, my way to the stars, I was gonna do it from the front seat of your own registered car, I was gonna pull my blindfold over everyone, I was gonna find a way of making you fall for me, when I was done. But I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore, No I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore. Always, holding hands under the table, With a keen eye for whatever's more available, Gotta be signatures with little hearts on every little note, Left the first line blank in case someone caught your eye, while you wrote. And it's taken me this long to think we're anything, but you're his. And I always hated the taste of your pushy, drunken, alcoholic, ashtray lips Chorus But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running And I'm locking down my door in advance, Cuz the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming verse 2 Oh you meet me on the corner of, Johnson and Brunswick, Singing my heart out for loose change with, my acoustic, Spending rainy days indoors trying to sing other people's protest songs, It's a beautiful music. And I'm haunted by the ghost of my more famous friends, I spend every season complaining, waiting for the season to end. I like to think that I'm encompassing but I'm always getting comfortable, You never gave me twenty minutes just to catch my breath. You were kissing me, I'm fucking someone else. Chorus But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running And I'm locking down my door in advance, Cuz the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming And I'm not coming back, to the bars we used to drink at, Or the drinks we used to sling, or the people we used to drink with, became the people that we used, and Ever since you said you saw a mouse in my house, Every single time I get high I see mice And the people that we used to drink with, became the people that we used But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running. () What's that, I think I hear the wolves coming But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running And I think I hear the wolves coming, I'm locking down my door in advance, Cuz the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming There it is, have fun with it! **Disclaimer: There is a very good chance this tab is not 100% correct and I am okay with that. Leave your respectful corrections or tips in the comments box and the tab will be corrected** If you're a fan of Wil's and The Smith Street Band I've got a couple SSB tabs up on UG. (Self Control, Belly of your Bedroom, My New Dress Up Shoes, How They Made Us) Cheers! By: Christian Suderman Username: Sudey