This is how I play it; all barre chords, each strummed once, save the verse "I'm a
of fright..." in which each chord is strummed twice.
Another tab is on this site for the intro, but I also play that differently, so I'm
that here as well.
CHORDS:
Bm: 799777
Bm2 (not official name) : X24432
Bmmaj7: 798777
Bm7: 797777
A: 577655
Am: 577555
A7: 575655
G: 355433
F#: 244322
F#7: 242322
Em: 022000
e---1---1---1---1-|---1---1---------|----------------|--------------|
B--2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2|--2-2-2-2--2---2-|----2-----2-----|--------------|
G-3---2---1---0---|-1---0----3-3-3-3|--3---3--3-3----|-3-----2------|
D-----------------|---------4---3---|-2------0-------|-4-----3------|
A-----------------|-----------------|----------------|-5-----4------|
E-----------------|-----------------|----------------|--------------|
There are few who would deny at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide.
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I accel without ever even trying.
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm
I've seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet.
Yet year after year, it's the same old cheer
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pump-kin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears