Father John Misty - Writing A Novel Chords

 
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
X
2
1
3
4
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
1
X
2
4
3
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4
4 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2

7 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
X
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

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