Presidents Dead Okkervil River

[D]The President's [A]dead, the radio [Em]said

Dear friends is it [G]not so horr[A]ible?

A shock to my [Em]heart like a knife right through [G]bread,

The newspaper [A]said, the President's d[D]ead.

[D]The sea doesn't [A]dry and the sky doesn't [Em]split,

But friends it just [G]seems so wrong, don't [A]it?

A shout from the [Em]crowd and a shot to the [G]head,

The President's l[A]ying on the tarmac d[D]ead.

[D]He's lying face [A]down with those black dressed a-[Em]gents,

Guns drawn running a[G]round in the early o-[A]bits,

Say he was a good [Em]man, you can't argue with [G]that,

Not today you [A]can't, not now you [D]can't.

[D]In the media t[A]ent, where they spin and they [Em]slant,

They just foam at the m[G]outh and they chomp at the [A]bit,

Those bloodsuckers can [Em]wait, 'til those vultures cool [G]it,

The radio s[A]aid, the President's [D]dead,

[D]And let's imagine the [A]day, let's say 30 years [Em]in,

How somebody will [G]say what were you doing w[A]hen,

On a beautiful [Em]day I was waking up a[G]nd

I was lying in [A]bed with my girl[D]friend

[D]And the eggs on the p[A]late and the bacon hi[Em]ssing

And the coffee was g[G]reat, these was spring on the [A]wind,

If you ever lived through a [Em]day where the littlest [G]things,

in the littlest [A]ways, made you feel you were [D]blest.

[D]And if you died right [A]then, well you know you'd be [Em]missed,

But there's no better [G]way to cease to e[A]xist,

And you wouldn't feel [Em]sad and you wouldn't re[G]sist,

Because you knew what you [A]had and were thankful for [D]it,

[D]In your own little [A]way, well I'm a small quiet [Em]man,

I've got no wars to [G]win, I don't have a big p[A]lan,

But I love my new [Em]place and I love my old f[G]riends,

And I scrimp and I [A]save and one day I'll have [D]kids,

[D]I can truthfully [A]say that my day was like [Em]that,

'till the radio [G]playing on the stand by the [A]bed,

fired out this r[Em]eport and in three words they [G]said,

Like three shots to my [A]head, the President's [D]de[A]ad[Em]. [G]

The President's d[D]ea[A]d.[Em] [G]

[D] [A] [Em] [G]

That's it! This is my first tab, so I hope it works.

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{t:Presidents Dead}
{st:Okkervil River}

#
#The President's Dead is a song that Okkervil River has performed live in concert, but
#yet to record. It is pretty simple and the lyrics are amazing.
#
[D]The President's [A]dead, the radio [Em]said
Dear friends is it [G]not so horr[A]ible?
A shock to my [Em]heart like a knife right through [G]bread,
The newspaper [A]said, the President's d[D]ead.
[D]The sea doesn't [A]dry and the sky doesn't [Em]split,
But friends it just [G]seems so wrong, don't [A]it?
A shout from the [Em]crowd and a shot to the [G]head,
The President's l[A]ying on the tarmac d[D]ead.
[D]He's lying face [A]down with those black dressed a-[Em]gents,
Guns drawn running a[G]round in the early o-[A]bits,
Say he was a good [Em]man, you can't argue with [G]that,
Not today you [A]can't, not now you [D]can't.
[D]In the media t[A]ent, where they spin and they [Em]slant,
They just foam at the m[G]outh and they chomp at the [A]bit,
Those bloodsuckers can [Em]wait, 'til those vultures cool [G]it,
The radio s[A]aid, the President's [D]dead,
[D]And let's imagine the [A]day, let's say 30 years [Em]in,
How somebody will [G]say what were you doing w[A]hen,
On a beautiful [Em]day I was waking up a[G]nd
I was lying in [A]bed with my girl[D]friend
[D]And the eggs on the p[A]late and the bacon hi[Em]ssing
And the coffee was g[G]reat, these was spring on the [A]wind,
If you ever lived through a [Em]day where the littlest [G]things,
in the littlest [A]ways, made you feel you were [D]blest.
[D]And if you died right [A]then, well you know you'd be [Em]missed,
But there's no better [G]way to cease to e[A]xist,
And you wouldn't feel [Em]sad and you wouldn't re[G]sist,
Because you knew what you [A]had and were thankful for [D]it,
[D]In your own little [A]way, well I'm a small quiet [Em]man,
I've got no wars to [G]win, I don't have a big p[A]lan,
But I love my new [Em]place and I love my old f[G]riends,
And I scrimp and I [A]save and one day I'll have [D]kids,
[D]I can truthfully [A]say that my day was like [Em]that,
'till the radio [G]playing on the stand by the [A]bed,
fired out this r[Em]eport and in three words they [G]said,
Like three shots to my [A]head, the President's [D]de[A]ad[Em].  [G]
The President's d[D]ea[A]d.[Em]   [G]
The President's d[D]ea[A]d.[Em]   [G]
[D]  [A]  [Em]   [G]                             
That's it! This is my first tab, so I hope it works.

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