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CROSBY STILLS NASH - Tablatura - 4+20
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4 + 20

Notes:

In a video I saw Stills play this using just his thumb and index finger;
with the thumb striking the 4th and 6th strings and the index finger
everywhere else.

Structure of the tune:

1 - Intro
2 - Verse
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 1
Repeat 2

I have tried to be as accurate as possible with respect to the rhythm bars
(the notes between the bars being struck on the up beat), no guarantees.

Two variations of :4: are:

|--------4--------------| |--------------4-----------|
|--2--0--------5--------| |--2--0--5--0-----5--------|
:4: |--------------------0--| |-----------------------0--|
|-----------------0-----| |--------------------------|
|-----------------------| |--------------------------|
|--0--------0-----------| |--0-----------0-----0-----|
|__|_____|_____| |_____|_____|_____|

Have fun,

Ben

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NOTATION:
! - Vibrato.
// - Pick 1st note and slide to 2nd note.
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Intro:
E |----------7--------------|-----5--------------|
B |----------------9--------|-----------7--------|
E |----------------------0--|-----------------0--|
E |-------------------0-----|--------------0-----|
B |-------------------------|--------------------|
E |-------0-----0-----------|--0-----0-----------|
|__|__|_____| |__|__|_____|

|-------4-----------------|-----------4--------------|
|-------------------5-----|--2--0-----------5--------|
|-------------0-----------|-----------------------0--|
|----------0--------------|--------------------0-----|
|-------------------------|--------------------------|
|-------0--------0-----0--|--0-----0-----0-----------|
|__|_____|_____| |_____|_____|_____|

Verse:
||-------7-----------------| |--5-----------------|
||-------------------9-----| |--------------7-----|
:1: ||o------------0-----------| :2: |--------0-----------|
||o---------0--------------| |-----0--------------|
||-------------------------| |--------------------|
||-------0--------0-----0--| |--0--------0-----0--|
|__|_____|_____| |__|_____|_____|

|-------4-----------------| |-----------4--------------||
|-------------------5-----| |--2--0-----------5--------||
:3: |-------------0-----------| :4: |-----------------------0-o|| (x2)
|----------0--------------| |--------------------0----o||
|-------------------------| |--------------------------||
|-------0--------0-----0--| |--0-----0-----0-----------||
|__|_____|_____| |_____|_____|_____|

||-------------------0-----| |--------------0--------|
||-------0-----------------| |--0--------------------|
:5: ||o------------3-----------| :6: |--------5-----------0--|
||o---------0--------------| |-----0-----------0-----|
||-------------------------| |-----------------------|
||-------3--------3-----3--| |--5--------5-----------|
|__|_____|_____| |__|_____|_____|

|-------10!-------10!----------------|---10!-------10!-----------||
|------------12!----------12!--------|--------12!----------------||
:7: |---------------------------------0--|------------------------0-o|| (x2)
|------------------------------0-----|---------------------0----o||
|------------------------------------|---------------------------||
|--------0-------------0-------------|----0-------------0--------||
|____|________|_______| |____|________|__|

|-----------10!---|
|-----------------|
:8: |-----------------|
|-----------------|
|-----------------|
|--------0--------|
| |
\______/ (4 beats)

|E:1: |:2:
Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
|:3: |:4:
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
|G:5: :6: |A:7:
He was tired of bein' poor,
|G:5: :6: |A:7:
and he wasn't into sellin' door to door,
|G:5: :6: |A:7: |:8:
and he worked like the devil to be more.

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so;
night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know,
why am I so alone?
Where is my woman, can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many-colored beast.
I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.

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