Wilco - She's a Jar
Main Riff
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Verse: G Bm C
Bridge: G Am D7 Ebdim (1) Ebdim (2) Em Bm Bbm Am D7 Ebdim (1) Ebdim (2)
D7 Ebdim (1 & 2)
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Harmonica part:
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She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid,
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever to light a fuse
We could use a handful of wheel
And a day off and a bruised road
However you might feel, tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I sing
Won't you please bring that flash to shine
And turn my eyes red, unless they close
When you click and my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question unposed
Just climb aboard the tracks of a train's arm in my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above the people underneath
Please beware the quiet front yard
I warned you before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dream float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it's just because Daddy's payday is not enough
I believe it's all because Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard the tracks of a train's arm in my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above the people underneath
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
