One of Us                                                  Joan Osborne

One of Us                                                  Joan Osborne

Tabbed by: Renn187

Email: [e-mail]

Tuning: Standard(Capo on 2nd fret)

 

[Intro]

 

e|0-2-3------------------3-2-|

B|----0--0--0-1-3----0-3---3-|

G|----0-----0------0-------2-| (x4) (Let it ring on the 4th)

D|----2-----X------0-------0-|

A|----------3------X---------|

E|-----------------3---------|

 

[Verse 1]

 

e|------3-------3--------3-------3-|

B|----3-------3--------3-------3---|

G|--0-------0--------0-------2-----|

D|2------------------------0-------| (This is the opening and the verses)

A|--------3------------------------| (x10, last one should ring)

E|-----------------3---------------|

 

[Chorus]

 

e|------3---------3---------3-------3--|

B|----3---------3---------3-------3--3-|

G|--0---------0---------0-------2------|

D|----------------------------0--------| (x4)

A|------0h2h3-----3p2------------------|

E|0------------------h3----------------|

 

[Bridge]

 

e |0-2-3---------------------3-2---|

B|----0---0---0-1-3---0---3---3-3-|

G|----0-----0-0-----0-0-0-----2---|

D|----2-2-----X-------0-------0---| (x4)

A|------------3-------X-----------|

E|--------------------3-----------|

 

(Verse 2)

(Chorus 2, played x8)

(Verse 3, played x2)

(Chorus 3, played x8)

(Bridge, played x4, last one rings)

 

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| h Hammer-on

| p Pull-off

 

TURN THE PAGE                                              Bob Zeher

 

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha,

You can listen to the engine, moanin’ out his onetone song.

You think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before.

                                                                                     

But you thoughts will soon be wand’rin’, the way they always do.

When you ridin’ sixteen hours there’s nothin’ much to do.

And you don’t feel much like ridin’ you just wish the trip was through.

 

Here I am on the road again.

There I am up on the stage.

Here I go playin’ star again.

There I go turn the page.

 

As we walkin’ into this restaurant, all stromg out from the road,

And you feel the eyes upon you as you shakin’ off the cold,

You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to exploed.

Yeah, must times you can’t hear’em talk, other times you can

All the same old eliches “Is it woman, is it man?”

And you always seem outnumbered you don’t dare make a stand.

Make your stand.

 

Chorus.c

 

Out there in the spotlight your’e a million miles away.

Every ounce of energy you try and give away

As the sweet pours out your body, like the music that you play.

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed

With the eck oes of the amplifiers ringin’ in your head,

You smoke the day’s last cigarette, rememb’rin’ what she said,

What the said.

 

Chorus.