标题:The Most Cursed of Hands / Who Am I
标签:总谱
艺人:The Dear Hunter
专辑:Act V: Hymns with the Devil in Confessional
制谱人:ModernKICKS17
Tabbed from the album with context from live performances. Notes in chords and vocal harmonies are as accurate as I can manage, but voicings may not be precisely right. Banjo is incomplete and potentially inaccurate; often mixed way too far down on the album to hear much but plucking, and I am not a banjo player, so fingerings are not economized. Strings are tabbed together on one instrument for space economy and only imply the majority of the harmony voicings. Some lower string notes were not included but can be inferred from what's there.
The de-vil went down to the ri-ver And he came to fall, to lose it all, To fool the fool too quick to call While the gam-bler's stacks grew big-ger He lost his sights through nar- rowed eyes Too temp- ted by his wry de- sires Damned a-cross fa-ted paths The time to fold had come to pass With the gam-bler's glo-ry de-li-vered He had thirst for more, a big- ger score; A tro-phy no one could ig- nore And the de-vil's wealth had wi-thered So with cun- ning class, he of- fered fast his soul; The wa- ger had been cast The gam-bler called The ri-ver fell And now the hand from out of hell The de-vil smiled Looked in his eyes He knew the loss was glo- ri- fied The de- vil said, "Re-vel in your vic-to-ry; You've earned your damn-ing, pack your things and leave!" But the gam-bler on-ly stood and stut-tered, Stam-mer-ing on words of dis- be-lief "Now you've won a new vo-ca- tion, Pray to me that you can stand the heat" And that, the gam-bler saw, Meant he had gone and fi-nally set the de-vil free Damned a-cross fa-ted paths The hand he played would be his last Who am I? Who am I? Just a gam-bler, hol-ding a-ces In the de-vil's eyes What is wrong? What's the sin? Where's the an-swer? Where the hell do I fit in? Or could it be, There's just a lit-tle de- mon Lost in the de-bris, And I should i- dly bide my time Un-til a wa- ger re-lea-ses me? It can't re-main un- known (Ri-ver, ri-ver) Came to fall, to lose it all To fool the fool too quick to call (Big-ger, big-ger) Lost his sights through nar- rowed eyes Too temp-ted by his wry de-sires Damned ac-ross fa-ted paths Time to fold had come to pass (De-li-vered, de-li-vered) Thirst for more, a big-ger score; A tro-phy no one could ig- nore (Wi-thered, wi-thered) Cun-ning class, he of-fered fast his soul; The wa- ger had been cast Gam-bler called Ri-ver fell Now the hand... hell De-vil smiled In his eyes Knew the loss... glo-ri- fied
