DEAD LEAVES AND THE DIRTY GROUND
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WHITE STRIPES

OK, this is how I play this song... I don't think it's exactly how
Jack White plays it, but it makes sense to me. Any corrections or
complaints send to pennyroyalteabag@hotmail.com...


INTRO:
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---5-5-5-0--3-3-3-0--2-2-0--1-1-0--5----------------------- (X2)

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-7-7-7-0--5-5-5-0---------3-3-0--7-------------------------
-7-5-5-0--5-5-5-0---------3-3-0--7-------------------------
-5-5-5-0--3-3-3-0--2-2-0--1-1-0--5-------------------------

FIRST VERSE:
A        G       D     C     A
"...Dead leaves and the dirty ground..."
                          F         G         A
                    ",...When I hear you're lips make a sound..."


CHORUS:
A	G	F#  F	A	x2



BRIDGE:
B					A
	I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
B						F	G	A
	Then I come home no one to wrap my arms around, wrap my arms around


OUTRO:
A		G			F	G	A
Well any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most
A		G			F	G	A		F	G	A
And you know why you love at all if you're thinking of the holy ghost, if you're thinking of the holy ghost
A	G	F  G  A	x2



LYRICS:

1ST VERSE
Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground when I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound, when I hear you're lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around, for a while so you're not alone, for a while so you're not alone

2ND VERSE
If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice, I don't think I need to see at all, I don't think I need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue I want to give you what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs, is a tiny little gift to me, is a tiny little gift to me


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That's about it. I'm not the best tabber in the world, but hey...
at least it don't suck that much. =)