| This Side, By Nickel Creek |
| written by Sean Watkins |
| charted by BoFrazer@cfl.rr.com and LarryDean444@msn.com |
| notes: on every possible chord, leave the top two strings open, |
| like, A: 577600 |
| For the diminished chords, just increment the tonic notes, |
| like Bbdim: 678600 |
| hook: E C#m A B> |
| Verse 1: |
| E | C#m | A | B | |
| One day you'll | see her and you'll | know what I | mean. |
| E | C#m | A | B | Cdim | |
| Take her or | leave her she will | still be the | same | . |
| C#m | G# | A | B | |
| She'll not | try to | buy you with her | time. |
| E | C#m | A | B | |
| But | nothing's the | same as you will | see when she's | gone. |
| Chorus 1: |
| A | B | C#m | F#m | A | |
| It's | foreign on this | side, and I'll | not leave my | home again. |
| B | C#m | Bbdim | A | |
| There's no place to | hide and I'm | nothing but s | cared. |
| Verse 2: |
| You dream of colors that have never been made. |
| You imagine songs that have never been played. |
| They will try to buy you and your mind. |
| Only the curious have something to find. |
| Chorus 2: |
| It's foreign on this side and the truth is a bitter friend. |
| But reasons few have I to go back again. |
| synth fiddle: B C#m F#m G#m A B |
| C#m Bbdim A B C C#dim D D#dim> |
| Verse 3: |
| Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day. |
| Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain. |
| There's no path to follow, once you're here. |
| You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs. |
| Chorus 3: |
| It's foreign on this side, but it feels like I'm home again. |
| B | C#m | Bbdim | A | |
| There's no place to | hide but I | don't think I'm | scared. |
| B | Cdim | C#m | |
| There's no place to | hide but I | don't think I'm | scared. |
| Bbdim | A | B | E | |
| There's no | place to | hide but I | don't think I'm | scared. |