Iron And Wine - God Made The Automobile Tabs

			     GOD MADE THE AUTOMOBILE – iron and wine

Tuning: Standard
Capo: 5

This is the Studio Version.  I couldn’t figure out the live version 
(which is on the ‘Around the Well’ album I downloaded, which I love)
, but this version (which is on the ‘Around the Well’ album I bought)
but this one is still spectacular I think.


Intro & Verses
  G         F#        Em                  Am      C       D
e|----3---------3----------------------------0-------0----2--2--0-----------|
B|--------0---------0-----0-----0---0-----1-------1--------3--3--3-3--------|
G|--0---0-----0---0-----0---------0--------2--2----0--0-----2--2--2--2------|
D|---0---0-----0---0-----2-----2---2--------2--2----2--2--0-----------------|
A|--------------------------0h2-------0-2-0-------3-------------------------|
E|3---------2---------0-----------------------------------------------------|

Chorus (same as verse just reverse order)
  Am      C       D                 G        F#        Em
e|---0-------0----2--2--0----------|----3---------3-------------------------|
B|1-------1--------3--3--3-3-------|--------0---------0-----0-----0---0-----|
G|-2--2----0--0-----2--2--2--2-----|--0---0-----0---0-----0---------0-------|
D|--2--2----2--2--0----------------|---0---0-----0---0-----2-----2---2------|
A|0-------3------------------------|--------------------------0h2-------0-2-|
E|---------------------------------|3---------2---------0-------------------|

Last line of Chorus is Am x4 then Dx2

Verse
God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls
The smoke by the side of the road, the blues loving boys in tow
To drive to the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag
To ride all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind

Chorus
To pass all the things He made and then never bothered to name
And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you
Like birds around the grave

Verse
God made the automobile and I made a little boy
To pass on the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue
To praise on the wanting for time, and makes in the sleepless waves
The fear of the Black and the Jew, and blood for the camera crew

Chorus
And passes the things He made and then never bothered to name
And no one can tell the truth, and no one can hide it from you
Like birds around the grave