Song: 		Juan de Fuca
Performer:	Loosegoats
Album: 		Plains plateaus & mountains
Tab written by: Martin Karlsson (gibson_sg61@hotmail.com).
Comments, questions but most important, corrections are welcomed

Juan de Fuca utan capo här. Så är det på skivan. Ackorden i Fig 1 får ni
"sväva" ut lite med, man spelar inte bara A en gång utan ni får riffa lite
men det är ganska klart hur det är. 

Intro	Fig 1          A  A/C#         D   A    B      D              A
e:-----|----------------|-2------|-------------5-------|--------------------------|
B:-x-x-|--2--2----------|-3---2--|----------5----5---5-|-0h2---2--2h3-5--2h3-5-2--|
G:-x-x-|--2--2----------|-2---2--|-4-4--4-7---7----7---|-0h2---2--2------2-----2--|
D:-x-x-|--2--2------2p0-|-0---2--|-4-4--4--------------|-------2------------------|
A:-x-x-|--0--4--2h4-----|-----0--|-2-2--2--------------|-----0(0)-----------------|
E:-----|----------------|-----/--|/---\----------------|--------------------------|
		  With Fill 1/     P.M  
Fill 1
E -------------|
H --4--4p2-----|
G ---------4p2-|
D -------------|
A -------------|
E -------------|

End solo: Play 4 times, rythm from 3rd time
    A                             G              D              A
E ------------------------------------------------------------|------5---|
H ------------------------------------------------------------|------5---|
G --------4h6--6-4--------------------------------------------|------2---|
D -----7-------------4h5-7---5---4h5-5-5--5-4--2h4-4--4-2-----|---2------|
A --0--------------7-----------7--------------------------5-2-|-0--------|
E ------------------------------------------------------------|----------|
Vers: Fig 2
A     A/C#	     D			A    B          D		A
I remember weekend trips to Juan de Fuca bay, I didn't really want to go
A	  A/C#		 D		A      B       D               A
But the calmness and the freedom of the strait, why I left it I don't know? 
E             F#m	      A	    E	       F#m	    D  
But there are hours made for waiting and I am a slave emancapating

Refräng: Fig 3
A	      A/C#	    D			Em		A
A nice, quiet cabin in the woods would turn the maybees into coulds
A	   A/C#		        D		  Em         D
And surely then I would feel alright, and I could go on with my life

Fig 1

Vers: Fig 2
I will buy a pick up, pack it up and watch the sun go down
Behind the mountains and hills green
And listen to the river and the roar, a northern summer is my dream
And there are hours made for waiting and I am a slave emancipating

Fig 3
A nice, quiet cabin in the woods would turn the maybees into coulds
And surely then I would feel alright, and I could go on with my life

Solo: Fig 1 ("There are hours...." kommer in på slutet)

Fig 3
A nice, quiet cabin in the woods would turn the maybees into coulds
And surely then I would feel alright, and I could go on with my life

End solo ackord: A G D