19th Nervous Breakdown

Date: Wed, 08 Apr 1998 08:37:04 PDT
From: DON CZAR
Subject: r/rolling_stones/*

ALBUM: HOT ROCKS
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
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                      19th NERVOUS BREAKDOWN


INTRO (RIFF 1): -- 2x's

            B Esus4 Esus4 E ; B  Esus4  Esus4 E  (IMPLIED CHORDS)
       E -----------------------------------------------| 
       B -------10--10---9-----------10--10---9---------| 
       G --------9---9---9--------9-------9---9---------| 
       D -----------------------------------------------| 
       A ---7-----------------7-------------------------| 
       E -----------------------------------------------| 

VERSE 1:
        E
       You're the kind of person you meet
       At certain dismal dull affairs.
              A
       Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
               E
       Running up and down the stairs.
                A
       Well it seems to me that you have seen
       Too much in too few years.
             E
       And though you've tried you just can't hide
       Your eyes are edged with tears.

CHORUS:
                    B    Esus4  Esus4  E ;  B  Esus4  Esus4  E
       You better stop,


                           (RIFF 2)
                       E ------------------------|  *NOTE: strike the note on 

              A        B ------------------------|         the 5th fret first,
       Look around,    G ---------7--5-----------|         then place finger
                       D --*5--7-----------------|         on the 7th fret   
                       A ------------------------|         without striking. 
                       E ------------------------|                           

                 E
       Here it comes, here it comes,
                 A
       Here it comes, here it comes.
              E
       Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.


VERSE 2:
       When you were a child you were treated kind
       But you were never brought up right.
       You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
       But still you cried all night.
       Your mother who neglected you
       Owes a million dollar tax.
       And your father's still perfecting ways
       Of making ceiling wax.


CHORUS:


BREAK:
       B                         E
       Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
              A
       Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
           B
       It only seems to make matters worse.
            E
       Oh please.


VERSE 3:
       You were still in school when you had that fool
       Who really messed your mind.
       And after that you turned your back
       On treating people kind.
       On our first trip I tried so hard
       To rearrange your mind.
       But after a while I realized
       You were disarranging mine.


CHORUS:


FIRST GUITAR: start with (RIFF 3) -- 3x's

                           (RIFF 3)
             E ------------------------------------| 
             B ------------------------------------| 
             G ------------------------------------| 
             D ------9-----9------9---------9------| 
             A ---------9----------------9---------| 
             E ---7------------7------7------------| 


2nd GUITAR  : start INTRO (RIFF 1) last 2 times of FIRST GUITAR
              playing (RIFF 3).


BREAK:


VERSE 2:


OUTRO CHORUS:
                     B     Esus4  Esus4  E ;  B  Esus4  Esus4  E
        You better stop,

               A      play (RIFF 2) once then (RIFF 3) -- 2x's
        Look around,
                  A
        Here it comes.
               E
        Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown


  *Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown. *NOTE: use stacatto
  *Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.        type picking
  *Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.        running the
  *Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.        low E string
  *Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.        from the 7th
                                                         fret to the
                                                         1st fret.
                                                         (SURF SOUND
                                                            a la
                                                          DICK DALE)

FADE OUT:

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