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i’m trying to arrange a few little hymns for guitar, and thought i might tab a tiny little piece of one out here for anyone that’s interested. the song is how how great thou art and this is only the second half of the chorus. you can probably figure the rest of it out from this much, but anyway… here it is:

E |-------------|
B |---------1---|
G |-0---0-------|
D |-------------|
A |-------------|
E |-------------|

    C               F               C
E |-0----------------------------------------------------------------|
B |-------------3---1-----0-1----------------------------1---0---1---|
G |-------------------------------2-0--------------------------------|
D |---2---2---2---2---3---3---3---3---2---2---2---2----2---2---2---2-|
A |-3-------3-----------3-------3---3-------3--------3-------3-------|
E |-----3-------3---1-------1-----------3-------3--------3-------3---|

    G                       G7      C
E |---------------------0---1----------------------------------------|
B |-3---------------------------0---1--------------------------------|
G |------------------------------------------------------------------|
D |---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---2---2---2---2----2---2---2---2-|
A |-----2-------2-------2-------2---3-------3--------3-------3-------|
E |-3-------3-------3-------3-----------3-------3--------3-------3---|

i was sittin’ in my church, that’s God’s sanctuary
sittin’ in my pew i was feelin’ kinda worried
just thinkin’ about school, ’bout life, ’bout girls
thinkin’ ’bout how God gives food to the squirrels
hopin’ God’s provision is enough for me
feelin’ in my pocket had a dollar thirty-three
startin’ to get bummed about my lack of money
a light came from the sky, whoa hey, ain’t that funny?
a briefcase dropped with a million bucks for me
that’s when i woke up, i knew it was a dream

money, i ain’t got no money
that’s fine with me
money, i ain’t got no money
but God blesses me

workin’ for God ain’t the best payin’ job
but that’s ok, i don’t care, at least i’m not a snob
makin’ cheese sayin’ please on my knees in the night
hopin’ that my pocket book will turn out alright
salvation army, goodwill, thrift stores
i can smell the bargains ‘fore i even hit the door
abercrombie fitch, american eagle, they can ride out
resale shops (there you go) yeah, that’s my hideout

money, i ain’t got no money
but that’s fine with me
money, i ain’t got no money

the love of money is the root of all evil
hundred dollar bills they be messin’ up people
make your brain go insane as the coins start to rattle
need versus greed it’s the ultimate battle
i said the love of money is the root of all evil
hundred dollar bills they be messin’ up people
make your brain go insane as the coins start to rattle
need versus greed it’s the ultimate battle

money, i ain’t got no money
but that’s fine with me
money, i ain’t got no money
but God blesses me
i said money, i ain’t got no money
but that’s fine with me
money, i ain’t got no money
but God blesses me

yeah i’m down
what up, dawg?
fo shizzle in the hizzle

download “money”

apparently i’m not the only one who has a hard time writing anything more than just a riff or a little clip. for some reason my ideas very rarely develop into a finished song, and when they do i’m very rarely ever happy with it.

i’ve always been envious of people who write good songs, because i definitely do not bear the gift of melody. it also goes without saying that i’m not much of a lyricist (as you can see by my substandardly wordsmithed ramblings here). oh well, i guess i’ll just stick to re-vamping other people’s work for the time being.