Written by The Handsome Family Things Are Really Great Here Sort Of The song uses a slight variation on travis picking. I’ll start by tabbing out the fingerpicking pattern but I’ll write out the majority with just chords. You can either strum or continue fingerpicking. INTRO e|------0-----------0---------------------------------------------| B|--1------------1---------1---1--0---0--1------1---1--0---0--0----0--------| G|----2---2-----2-----2-------2------0------------2------0------------| D|--2--2-0------2--2-0------2--2---0--0---2------2--2---0--0--0----0---------| A|-0-0--0------0-0--0--0-2-3-3----2-2----0------0-0------------0h2----------| E|---------0-3------------0-3--------3-3---3------------| e|------------------1------------------------------------------------| B|--1------1------1-----1-1----1--0----1--1-----0---0---------1-----1--------| G|------------2-------2---------2-----2-----0---0----0------------| D|--2------2------3--3-3---3---2--0--2----2--2--0--0-0----0---2-----2--------| A|-0------0------------3--2--0----0-0-----------0h2---0-----0---------| E|----0-3----0-3-1-1--1--1------------3------3-3--3----------0-3-----------| VERSE We came in this world together Legs wrapped round each other My cheek against my sister’s We were born like tangled vines And we lived along the river Where the black clouds never lingered And the sunlight spread like honey Through my sister’s tiny hand But while picking sour apples In the wild waving grasses Sister stumbled in the briar And was bitten by a snake CHORUS Every creature casts a shadow Under the sun’s golden fingers And as the sun slips past the waving grass Some shadows are dragged along VIOLIN SOLO / / VERSE So alone I took to drinking Bottles of cheap whiskey And I staggered through the backwoods Killing snakes with a sharpened stick Oh but still I heard her laughing In the wild waving grasses Still her tiny hands were splashing At the river’s sparkling shore So I took my rusty gas can And an old iron shovel And I set the woods to blaze And choked the river up with stones CHORUS Every creature casts a shadow Under the sun’s golden fingers And as the sun slips past the waving grass Some shadows are dragged along