Artist: The White Stripes
Album: White Blood Cells
Intro (fuzz distortion)
Rhy. Fig. 1
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-5–5–5-0–3–3–3-0-2–2-0-1–1-0–5- -3-
(light distortion)
Rhy. Fig. 2 END
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–6-6—6—–4-4—4—–3—3—–2—2—-6–6—0–
–7-7—7—–5-5—5—–4—4—–3—3—-7–7—0–
–7-7—7—–5-5—5—–4—4—–3—3—-7–7—0–
–5-5—5-0—3-3—3-0—2—2-0—1—1-0–5–5——
Rhy. Fig. 3
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–6—–7p6————————–5————-0——–
–7–7——7———–0-5——–0————0———–
–7—————–0h5———-3——3–3s5———–7–
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END
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—7——7—
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Rhy. Fig. 4 END
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—–7——5-5-5——-5-5—-7-7—7——
—–7—-5——-5–3——-5——-7——
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—3-3—-5–5——-7—–
—1-1—-3–3—-5—–3–
Chorus
Rhy. Fig. 5 END
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—6–6—-4–4—-5-5–7-7–6—–
—7–7—-5–5—-5-5–7-7–7—–
—7–7—-5–5—-3-3–5-5–7—–
—5–5—-3–3————–5–3–
Rhy. Fig. 6
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–5——-3—2—1—5—3–
Interlude
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—7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7————————-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7–
—7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7————————-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7–
—7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7–7-7-7-7——-7-7-7-7–7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7–
—5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5–7-7-7-7——-7-7-7-7–5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5–
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———3-3-3-3–5-5-5-5–
———3-3-3-3–5-5-5-5–
—-0—-1-1-1-1–3-3-3-3–
…and that’s it.
sorry I don’t have a song structure for you, but i don’t feel like doing it right
now…it’s easy enough to figure out. to get the best sound, use a single-coil in the
middle position
I do, however, have the lyrics
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
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
if you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if i could just her your pretty voice
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
i didn’t feel so bad till the sun went down
then i come home
no one to wrap my arms around
well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if your thinking of the holy ghost