{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1080666,"song":"Dig Lazarus Dig","artist":"Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11239087-dig-lazarus-dig-chords-by-nick-cave-the-bad-seeds/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1080666?type=chord","rating":4.85371,"votes":12,"content":"\r\n[tab]E------------------------------------------------|\r\nB------------------------------------------------|\r\nG-------2--------2--------2---44-----------------|\r\nD--222--2---222--2---222--2---44-----------------|\r\nA--222--0---222--0---222--0---22-2-2-0-----------|\r\nE--000----3-000----3-000----3----------3-2-------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nOr just simply:\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]   [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]A[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]   [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]A[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]   [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]A[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B[/ch]\r\nDig yourself, back in that hole[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]      [ch]E[/ch]      [ch]E[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch] (repeat \r\nthroughout verses)[/tab]\r\nLarry made his nest up in the autumn branches\r\nBuilt from nothing but high hopes and thin air\r\nCollected up some baby blasted mothers\r\nThey took their chances and for a while\r\nThey lived quite happily up there\r\n\r\nHe came from New York City Man\r\nBut he couldn't take the pace\r\nHe thought it was like a dog eat dog world\r\nBut he went to San Francisco\r\nSpent a year in outer space\r\nWith a sweet little San Franciscan girl\r\n\r\nI can hear my mother wailing\r\nAnd a whole lot of scraping of chairs\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nI don't know what it is,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nBut there's definitely something going on upstairs[/tab]\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, back in that hole\r\n(I want you to dig\r\nI want you to dig)\r\n\r\nYeah, New York City, he had to get out of there\r\nAnd San Francisco, well, I don't know\r\nAnd then to LA, where he spent about a day\r\nHe thought even the pale sky-stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA\r\n\r\nMeanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies\r\nLike Ms Boo and Ms Quick\r\nHe stockpiled weapons and took pot shots in the air\r\nHe feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic\r\nAnd wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair\r\n\r\nI can hear chants and incantations\r\nAnd some guy is mentioning me in his prayers\r\n\r\nI don't know what it is, but there's definitely something going on upstairs\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, back in that hole\r\n(I want you to dig\r\nI want you to dig\r\nI want you to dig)\r\n\r\nWell New York City Man,\r\nSan Francisco, LA, I don't know\r\nBut Larry grew increasing neurotic and obscene\r\nI mean: he, he never asked to be raised up from the tomb\r\nI mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams\r\n\r\nAnyway, to cut a long story short\r\nFame finally found him\r\nMirrors became his torturers\r\nCameras snapped him at every chance\r\nThe women all went back to their homes\r\nAnd their husbands\r\nSecret smiles in the corners of their mouths\r\n\r\nHe ended up, like so many of them do, back in the streets of New York City\r\nIn a soup queue\r\nA dope fiend\r\nA slave\r\nThen prison\r\nThen the mad house\r\nThen the grave\r\nOh poor Larry\r\n\r\nBut what do we really know of the dead\r\nAnd who actually cares?\r\n\r\nWell I don't know what it is, but there's definitely something going on upstairs\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, Lazarus\r\nDig yourself, back in that hole\r\n(I want you to dig\r\nI want you to dig\r\nI want you to dig)","plain_text":"Or just simply:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nLarry made his nest up in the autumn branches\nBuilt from nothing but high hopes and thin air\nCollected up some baby blasted mothers\nThey took their chances and for a while\nThey lived quite happily up there\n\nHe came from New York City Man\nBut he couldn't take the pace\nHe thought it was like a dog eat dog world\nBut he went to San Francisco\nSpent a year in outer space\nWith a sweet little San Franciscan girl\n\nI can hear my mother wailing\nAnd a whole lot of scraping of chairs\n\n\n\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, back in that hole\n(I want you to dig\nI want you to dig)\n\nYeah, New York City, he had to get out of there\nAnd San Francisco, well, I don't know\nAnd then to LA, where he spent about a day\nHe thought even the pale sky-stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA\n\nMeanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies\nLike Ms Boo and Ms Quick\nHe stockpiled weapons and took pot shots in the air\nHe feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic\nAnd wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair\n\nI can hear chants and incantations\nAnd some guy is mentioning me in his prayers\n\nI don't know what it is, but there's definitely something going on upstairs\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, back in that hole\n(I want you to dig\nI want you to dig\nI want you to dig)\n\nWell New York City Man,\nSan Francisco, LA, I don't know\nBut Larry grew increasing neurotic and obscene\nI mean: he, he never asked to be raised up from the tomb\nI mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams\n\nAnyway, to cut a long story short\nFame finally found him\nMirrors became his torturers\nCameras snapped him at every chance\nThe women all went back to their homes\nAnd their husbands\nSecret smiles in the corners of their mouths\n\nHe ended up, like so many of them do, back in the streets of New York City\nIn a soup queue\nA dope fiend\nA slave\nThen prison\nThen the mad house\nThen the grave\nOh poor Larry\n\nBut what do we really know of the dead\nAnd who actually cares?\n\nWell I don't know what it is, but there's definitely something going on upstairs\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, Lazarus\nDig yourself, back in that hole\n(I want you to dig\nI want you to dig\nI want you to dig)","chords":["E","B","G","D","A","C"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}