Elvis Costello - Dr Watson I Presume

dr . watson , i presume

Em
i sat in a motel room with the doctor
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em
just before we were supposed to sing
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em
he said regarding this guardian wing
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em
this black and clipped misshapen thing
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . D
hobbling on from claw to ring
Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D
hung upside down and cawing
G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em
pecking at carrion of the fallen
Am
battalion
D
thawing
. . . . . . C
on frozen mooring

blackbird in a crust no more
they fell down 4 and 20
bloodstained the land of want and plenty
now raven standing at his shoulder
stared with eyes of molten solder

G . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . G
dripping on a lacquer bo
xg . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . G
introducing keys to locks
G . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . Am . . . C/B . . . . C
seven talents there where hidden
C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D
mysterious and some forbidden

Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G
take the honey from the comb
Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G
ravel thread around the loom
Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G
dig the dirt up from the tomb
Am . . C/B . . C . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . G
doctor . . . watson , i presume

one will follow
two unknown sorrow
three for laughter
four ever after
five – foot flood when the waters hit
six feet deep , the eternal pit

seven prayers and seven pleas
to eight imagined deities
cat o’ nine tails
cat of nine lives
brides turned into old wives tales
your complexion colours then it pales
and into the sunset it sails

soon these secrets will be scattered
heaven knows what lies inside
it took a moment to discover
a lifetime to decide

take the honey from the comb
ravel thread around the loom
dig the dirt up from the tomb
dr . watson , i presume

you can also play with a capo ( 7th fret i believe ) as in

Am
i sat in a motel room with the doctor
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
just before we were supposed to sing
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
he said regarding this guardian wing
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
this black and clipped misshapen thing
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . G
hobbling on from claw to ring
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
hung upside down and cawing
C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
pecking at carrion of the fallen
Dm
battalion
G
thawing
. . . . . . F
on frozen mooring

blackbird in a crust no more
they fell down 4 and 20
bloodstained the land of want and plenty
now raven standing at his shoulder
stared with eyes of molten solder

C . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . C
dripping on a lacquer bo
xc . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . C
introducing keys to locks
C . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dm . . . . . . . . . . F
seven talents there where hidden
F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
mysterious and some forbidden

Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C
take the honey from the comb
Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C
ravel thread around the loom
Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C
dig the dirt up from the tomb
Dm . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . C
doctor watson , i presume

one will follow
two unknown sorrow
three for laughter
four ever after
five – foot flood when the waters hit
six feet deep , the eternal pit

seven prayers and seven pleas
to eight imagined deities
cat o’ nine tails
cat of nine lives
brides turned into old wives tales
your complexion colours then it pales
and into the sunset it sails

soon these secrets will be scattered
heaven knows what lies inside
it took a moment to discover
a lifetime to decide

take the honey from the comb
ravel thread around the loom
dig the dirt up from the tomb
dr . watson , i presume