The grave — Don Mclean

From [email protected] Fri Feb 24 11:51:53 PST 1995 Article: 13201 of rec.music.makers.guitar.acoustic Path: unixg.ubc.ca!nntp.cs.ubc.ca!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!agate!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!due.uninett.no!marton.hsr.no!elektro11.hsr.no!francis From: [email protected] (Wilhelmsen, Lee F.) Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.acoustic,rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature,alt.guitar.tab Subject: TAB: Don McLean: The Grave Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 07:50:27 GMT Organization: Rogaland University Centre Lines: 220 Message-ID: <[email protected]> NNTP-Posting-Host: elektro11.hsr.no Xref: unixg.ubc.ca rec.music.makers.guitar.acoustic:13201 rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature:34168 alt.guitar.tab:41514

The Grave

by Don McLean

Taken from the album "American Pie" by Don McLean

24 February 1995

This song isn't too hard to play I think. A nice combination of fingerpicking And strumming. Listen to album "American Pie" otherwise you haven't a chance. Comments and corrections are always welcome. The lyrics follow after the TAB.

Good luck

Lee Francis

The Grave (Don McLean)

Verse

When the wars of our nation... A man barely...

Proud of the trust... nation. He's gone.

But eternity knows... And it knows what we've done.

Strumming Part Begins

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers. Am Bm/A D? E7 . .

As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire. Dm Am Asus2...Am... . .

In a morgue of marines alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower of fear. . .

I'll cover myself - I know I'm not brave! The earth, the earth

The earth is my grave.

Strumming Part Ends

Solo

Repeat 1St Verse Picking Pattern

Lyrics:

The Grave (Don McLean)

Without Guitar

The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone He's gone

Intro - Guitar

When the wars of our nation did beckon A man barely twenty did answer the calling Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation He's gone But eternity knows him And it knows what we've done

Strumming Begins

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers Leaving brown muddy clay where the earth had been dry And deep in the trench he waited for hours As held to his rifle and prayed not to die

But the silence of night was shattered by fire As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air One after another his comrades were slaughtered In a morgue of marines, alone standing there

He crouched ever lower, ever lower of fear They can't let me die, they can't let me die here I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth I'll cover myself, I know I'm not brave! The earth, the earth, the earth is my grave

Solo

The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone He's gone

Lyrics & guitar transcribed by:

Lee Francis Wilhelmsen Erlevn 4, Lye 4340 Bryne Norway

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