Biografia:
Tim Kasher is a musician from Omaha, Nebraska. He is the frontman of indie rock groups Cursive and The Good Life, both of which are on the Omaha based label Saddle Creek Records. Prior to those bands, Kasher was in a band called Slowdown Virginia. He also made a brief appearance with the Omaha band Commander Venus and The March Hares.
Kasher has a very close relationship with Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. They grew up in Nebraska together, went to the same Catholic high school, Creighton Prep.
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This is my first tab. Tell me if anything's wrong: AvidWriter117(at)yahoo(dot)com
Also, some of the chords are slightly in their positioning below... that's
ultimate-guitar's fault, not mine...
Capo on 7
F chord
e--0--
b--0--
g--2--
d--3--
a--3--
E--1--
Am G C
I’ve been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you
F Am G C
To prove to you I do
F
It shouldn’t be to hard to write
Am G C
I’ll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
F Am G
You were stranded in Jackson with a bus fare to-who-knows where
C F
I took you in, right then and there
Am G C
And life took on a new form
F
No more stayin out all night
Am G C
No more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
Am G C G C
No more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes
Am G C
I never had much family, never had too many friends
F Am G C
Then you came wandering through
F
Pompously I took you for granted
Am G C
That’s why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
F
I’ll sing about those Denver mornings you’d wake up
Am G
bawlin bout a long lost kid
C F
Your maternal instincts, were kickin' in
Am G C
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
F
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
Am G C
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?"
Am G C
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family
F Am G C
Am G C
Writers are selfish, writers are egotists
F Am G C
I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets
F
I keep forgettin to censor the truth
Am G C
That’s why I better write some kinda, some kinda love song for you
F Am G C F
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
Am G C F
High atop Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
Am G C
So we picked up yet another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound
F Am G
Sippin' coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
C C/B Am
I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts…
F G C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found
F G C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found
Also, some of the chords are slightly in their positioning below... that's
ultimate-guitar's fault, not mine...
Capo on 7
F chord
e--0--
b--0--
g--2--
d--3--
a--3--
E--1--
Am G C
I’ve been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you
F Am G C
To prove to you I do
F
It shouldn’t be to hard to write
Am G C
I’ll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
F Am G
You were stranded in Jackson with a bus fare to-who-knows where
C F
I took you in, right then and there
Am G C
And life took on a new form
F
No more stayin out all night
Am G C
No more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
Am G C G C
No more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes
Am G C
I never had much family, never had too many friends
F Am G C
Then you came wandering through
F
Pompously I took you for granted
Am G C
That’s why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
F
I’ll sing about those Denver mornings you’d wake up
Am G
bawlin bout a long lost kid
C F
Your maternal instincts, were kickin' in
Am G C
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
F
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
Am G C
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?"
Am G C
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family
F Am G C
Am G C
Writers are selfish, writers are egotists
F Am G C
I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets
F
I keep forgettin to censor the truth
Am G C
That’s why I better write some kinda, some kinda love song for you
F Am G C F
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
Am G C F
High atop Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
Am G C
So we picked up yet another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound
F Am G
Sippin' coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
C C/B Am
I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts…
F G C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found
F G C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found
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