Up From Under
by: Ian
(I'm not sure if Jakob uses a capo in the 6th or 8th fret; both versions are here, just in case)

Capo 6th fret

A
Well I'm down here in the well
                                   D
Looking back up at the hill
A
Well I thank heavens I fell
                                   D
Must look more like myself
                               A
Now everyone is so kind
         E                                    D          A
Everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine
D                        A
I'm on top of the world again
                          E                     D           A
When I'm looking up from under Babylon

I had a home in the fields
Earned my wage in the factories there
And I was raised by the mill
And I worked with my brothers there
I told my mother I'd always write
I headed west for the coast with the big city lights
Now mamma I'm so sorry I've forgotten
But now I'm looking up from under Babylon

Dm
Now tell me how far I've been
E                    D      A
And how deep was I in
Dm
Tell me how I conceived
E          D           A
The vanity to believe
            Bm                 A
That I would not be outnumbered
              Bm                     D       E
By the thumbs I have been under

Now stray dogs in the street
Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
And in the dead summer heat I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
But those days before I met you girl
Were just ice cream falling down  on the shoes of my world
I'm so happy that you're my friend
When we're looking  up from under Babylon

When we're looking up from under Babylon

OR

Capo 8th fret

G
Well I'm down here in the well
                                   C
Looking back up at the hill
G
Well I thank heavens I fell
                                   C
Must look more like myself
                               G
Now everyone is so kind
         D                                    C          G
Everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine
C                        G
I'm on top of the world again
                          D                    C           G
When I'm looking up from under Babylon

I had a home in the fields
Earned my wage in the factories there
And I was raised by the mill
And I worked with my brothers there
I told my mother I'd always write
I headed west for the coast with the big city lights
Now mamma I'm so sorry I've forgotten
But now I'm looking up from under Babylon

Cm
Now tell me how far I've been
D                    C      G
And how deep was I in
Cm
Tell me how I conceived
D          C           G
The vanity to believe
            Am                 G
That I would not be outnumbered
              Am                     C       D
By the thumbs I have been under

Now stray dogs in the street
Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
And in the dead summer heat I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
But those days before I met you girl
Were just ice cream falling down  on the shoes of my world
I'm so happy that you're my friend
When we're looking  up from under Babylon

When we're looking up from under Babylon