
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | Em | Bm7 | Eb/B | B | Am/F# | |
| e: | 3 | 2 | 0 | 8 | 0 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 5 |
| B: 0 3 0 7 0 3 4 4 5 |
| G: 0 2 0 8 0 4 4 4 5 |
| D: 0 0 2 7 2 4 5 5 4 |
| A: 2 3 2 |
| E: 3 3 0 |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| The problem is | all inside your | head she said to | me, |
| Em | D | Bm7 | Eb/B | B | |
| The answer is | easy if you | take it logica | lly. |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| I'd like to | help you in your | struggle to be | free. |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| There must be | - fifty | ways to leave your | lover. |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| You know it's | really not my | habit to int | rude, |
| Em | D | Bm7 | Eb/B | B | |
| Further | more I hope my | meaning won't be | lost or miss-con | strued, |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| But I'll re | peat myself | , at the | risk of being | crude. |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| There must be | - fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| Fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
| G | Bb | |
| Just slip out the | back jack, make a new | plan stan, |
| C7/G | G | |
| No need to be | coy Roy, just listen to | me |
| G | Bb | |
| Hop on the | bus gus, don't need to | discuss much, |
| C7/G | G | |
| Just drop off the | key Lee, and set yourself | free |
| x2 |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| You know it | grieves me so to | see you in such | pain |
| Em | D | Bm7 | Eb/B | B | |
| I wish there was | something I could do to | make you smile | again |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| I said 'I a | ppreciate that, and | would you please | explain |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| 'Bout the | fifty | ways' |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| She said 'why | don't we both just | sleep on it to | night, |
| Em | D | Bm7 | Eb/B | B | |
| And I | believe that in the | morning you'll | begin to see the | light.' |
| G | D | C7/G | Ebm6/A | |
| She | kissed me and I | realised, she | probably was | right, |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| There must be | - fifty | ways to leave your | lover. |
| G | Am/F# | G | |
| Fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
| G | Bb | |
| Just slip out the | back jack, make a new | plan stan, |
| C7/G | G | |
| No need to be | coy Roy, just listen to | me |
| G | Bb | |
| Hop on the | bus gus, don't need to | discuss much, |
| C7/G | G | |
| Just drop off the | key Lee, and set yourself | free |
| x2 |

| A | E | |
| Looking out on the | morning rain |
| G | D | D | D/C# | D/B | |
| I used to feel uninsp | ired |
| A | E | |
| and when I knew I had to face | another day |
| G | D | D | D | D/C# | |
| Lord, it made me feel so t | ired. |
| Bm | E | Bm | E6 | |
| Before the day I | met you, | life was so un | kind |
| Bm | E6 | D | E7 | |
| but | your love was the | key to | my peace of | mind. |
| A | D | A | |
| 'Cause you make me | feel, | you make me | feel, |
| D | A | D | A | Bm | E | |
| you make me | feel | like | a natural | woman. |
| A | E | |
| When my soul was in the | lost-and-found |
| G | D | |
| you came along to | claim it |
| A | E | |
| I didn't | know just what was wrong | with me |
| G | D | |
| till your kiss helped me | name it |
| Bm | E | Bm | E6 | |
| Now | I'm no longer | doubtful of | what I'm living | for |
| Bm | E6 | D | |
| 'cause | if I make you happy | I don't need to do | more. |
| E | A | D | A | |
| You make me | feel, | you make me | feel, |
| D | A | D | A | Bm | E | |
| you make me | feel | like | a natural | woman. |
| A | G | Gj7 | G | Gj7 | G6 | |
| Oh, baby, what you've | done to | me (what you've | done | to | me) |
| A | G | Dj7 | |
| you make me feel so | good inside (good inside) |
| Cj7 | D | |
| and I just | want to be (want to be) | close to you |
| D/C# | Bm | |
| you | make me feel so a | live. |
| E | A | D | A | |
| You make me | feel, | you make me | feel, |
| D | A | D | A | Bm | E | |
| you make me | feel | like | a natural | woman, |
| E | A | D | A | |
| you make me | feel, | you make me | feel, |
| D | A | D | A | Bm | E | |
| you make me | feel | like | a natural | woman, |
| E | E7 | A | |
| natur | al | woman. |
| Cj7=Cmaj7 |
| Dj7=Dmaj7 |
| Gj7=Gmaj7 |
| -- | |
| pjoe@charon.muc.de |

| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C | F | |
| Let us be | lovers, we'll | marry our | fortunes to | gether |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| I've got some | real-estate | here in my bag |
| Em | A | Em | A | |
| So we bought a pack of | cigaretts, and | Mrs. Wagner | pies |
| G | C | G | A | B | C | B | Am | |
| And | walked | off to | look | for | A | me | ri | ca |
| C | B | Am | G | F | |
| Cathy I | said as we | boarded the | Greyhound in | Pittsburg |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| Michigan | seems like a | dream to me now |
| G | |
| It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saganaw |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| I've | gone to | look for A | merica |
| Cmaj7 | D | |
| Laughing on the bus, playing | games with the faces |
| Cmaj7 | D | |
| She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a | spy |
| G | F# | Em | A | D | Fmaj7 | |
| I said be | careful his | bowtie is | really a | camera |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | G | F | |
| Toss me a | cigarette | I think there's | one in my | raincoat |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| We smoked the l | ast one an | hour ago |
| G | A | Em | A | |
| So I looked at the | scenery, | and she read her maga | zine |
| G | C | G | A | B | CB | Am | |
| An the | moon | rose | ov | er | an | ope | n field |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | G | F | |
| Cathy I'm | lost, I | said, though I | knew she was | sleeping |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| I'm | empty and | aching and | I don't know why |
| G | |
| Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| They've | all | gone to | look for | America |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| They've | all | gone to | look for | America |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| They've | all | gone to | look for | America |
| From: Harlan L Thompson |
| AMERICA- Simon & Garfunkel |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G | F | C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G | F | |
| Ooh o | oh o | oh | a o | oh a ooh, | ooh | ooh | ooh | a | ooh a ooh |
| C | C/B | Am | C/G | F | |
| Let us be | lovers, we'll m | arry our f | ortunes tog | ether |
| C | C/B | Am | Am7 | |
| I've got some | real-estate h | ere in my bag |
| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 | |
| So we bought a pack of c | igarettes, and M | rs. Wagner pi | es |
| Em7 | D | C | G | C | C/B | Am | Am7/6 | F | |
| And wa | lked o | ff to l | ook for A | mer | ica |
| C | C/B | Am | C/G | F | |
| Cathy I | said as we b | oarded the G | reyhound in Pit | tsburg |
| C | C/B | Am | Am7 | |
| Michigan | seems like a dr | eam to me now |
| G | |
| It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw |
| Em7 | D | G | D | Cmaj7 | C | |
| And I' | ve co | me to lo | ok for Ame | rica |
| Bbmaj7 | Bb | C | |
| Laughing on the b | us, playing gam | es with the faces |
| Bbmaj7 | C | C/B | Am | C/G | |
| She said the man in the gabardine suit was | a | spy |
| F | Fmaj7 | C | C/B | Am | C/G | Am6 | Fmaj7 | |
| I said be careful his b | owtie is really a ca | me | ra |
| C | C/B | Am | C/G | F | |
| Toss me a | cigarette I | think there's on | e in my rain | coat |
| C | C/B | Am | Am7 | |
| We smoked the l | ast one an ho | ur ago |
| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 | |
| So I looked at the sc | enery, | she read her mag | azine |
| Em7 | D | C | G | C | C/B | Am | C/G | F | |
| And the mo | on r | ose | over an op | en | field |
| C | C/B | Am | C/G | F | |
| Cathy I'm | lost, I sa | id, though I kn | ew she was slee | ping |
| C | C/B | Am | Am7 | |
| I'm | empty and a | ching and I d | on't know why |
| G | |
| Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| They've | all | come to | look for | America |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | |
| They've | all | come to | look for | America |
| D | G | D | Cmaj7 | C | |
| They've | all | come to | look for | America |
| C | C/B | Am | C/G | Dm | F | G | G7 | |
| Do d | o do d | o-da | -do, | do d | o | do | do-da-do (repeat and fade) |
| C/B: x 2 2 0 1 0 C/G: 3 3 2 0 1 0 |
| Am7: x 0 2 0 1 0 Cmaj7: x 3 2 0 0 0 |
| Em7: 0 2 2 0 3 0 Bbmaj7: 1 1 3 2 3 1 |
| Fmaj7: x x 3 2 1 0 Am6: x 0 2 2 0 2 |
| NOTE: At the end of each C C/B Am C/G F chord progression, there |
| is a small but important extra note. While fingering the F chord |
| (1 3 3 2 1 1), quickly hammer on and then pull off the sus note |
| (1 3 3 3 1 1). Do this twice each time. Listen to the record to |
| get a better idea of what I mean. |
| (from Bookends, 1967) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |

| G | D | Em7 | Am | C | |
| A | long | long | time ago | I can still re | member |
| Em | D | G | D | Em7 | |
| how that | music used to make me | smile And | I knew | if I had | my chance |
| Am | C | Em | C | D | Em | |
| that | I could make those | people dance and | maybe they'd be | happy for a | while. |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| But February | made me shiver | With every paper | I'd deliver |
| C | G | Am | C | D | |
| Bad news | on the | doorstep I c | ouldn't take one | more step |
| G | D | Em | Am7 | D | |
| I | can't re | member if I | cried When I | read about his | widowed bride |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| But | something | touched me deep | inside The | day the | Music | Died | So |
| G | C | G | D | G | C | G | D | |
| bye | bye Miss A | merican | Pie Drove my | chevy to the | levy But the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D | |
| And them | good old | boys were drinking | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 | Em | D7 | |
| Singin' | this'll be the day that I | die | this'll be the day that I | die. |
| G | Am | C | Am | |
| Did you write the | book of love And do | you have faith in | God above? |
| Em | D | G | D | Em | |
| If the Bible | tells you so. Do | you be | lieve in | Rock 'n Roll? |
| Am7 | C | Em | A7 | D | |
| Can | music save your | mortal soul? And | can you teach me | how to dance | real slow? |
| Em | D | Em | D | |
| Well, I | know that you're in | love with him 'cause I | saw you dancin' | in the gym |
| C | G | A7 | C | D7 | |
| You | both kicked | off your | shoes Man, I | dig those rythmny | blues |
| G | D | Em | Am | C | |
| I was a | lonely | teenage | broncin' buck With a | pink carnation and a | pickup truck. |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| But | I knew | I was | out of luck The | day the | music | died | I started singin' (Chorus) |
| G | Am | C | Am | |
| Now for ten years we've been | on our own And | moss grows fat on a | rollin' stone |
| Em | D | G | D | Em | |
| But that's not how it | used to be When the | jester | sang for the | King and Queen |
| Am7 | C | Em | A7 | D | |
| In a | coat he borrowed | from James Dean And a | voice that | came from | you and me |
| Em | D | Em | D | |
| Oh, and | while the King was | looking down The | jester stole his | thorny crown |
| C | G | A7 | C | D7 | |
| The | courtroom | was ad | journed No | verdict was re | turned |
| G | D | Em | Am | C | |
| And while | Lennon | read a | book of Marx The | court kept practice | in the park |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| And | we sang | dirges | in the dark The | day the | Music | Died. | We were singing(Chorus) |
| G | Am | Am | C | Am | |
| Helter-Skelter in a | summer | swelter The | Byrds flew off with a | fallout shelter |
| Em | D | G | D | Em | |
| Eight Miles High and | falling fast It | landed | foul out | on the grass |
| Am7 | C | Em | A7 | D | |
| The | players tried | for a forward pass But the | jester's | on the sidelines | in a cast |
| Em | D | Em | D | |
| Now the | half-time air was | sweet perfume While the | sargeants played a | marching tune |
| C | G | A7 | C | D7 | |
| We all | got up to | dance But we | never got | the chance |
| G | D | Em | Am | C | |
| 'cause the | players | tried to | take the field The | marching band re | fused to yield |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| Do you | recall | what was reveiled the | day the | Music | Died? | We stared singing(Chorus) |
| G | Am | C | Am | |
| Oh, and there we were all | in one place a | generation | Lost in Space |
| Em | D | G | |
| With no time left to | start again So come on, | Jack be nimble |
| Em | Am7 | C | Em | A7 | D | |
| Jack be quick Jack | Flash sat on a | candlestick 'cause | fire is the | Devil's only | friend |
| Em | D | Em | D | |
| Oh, and | as I watched him | on the stage My | hands were clenched in | fists of rage |
| C | G | A7 | C | D7 | |
| No angel | born in | hell Could | break that Satan's | spell |
| G | D | Em | Am | C | |
| And as the | flames climbed | high in | to the night To | light the sacri | fical rite |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| I saw | Satan | laughing | with delight The | day the | Music | Died | He was singing(Chorus) |
| G | Am | C | Am | |
| I | met a girl who sang the | blues And I | asked her for some | happy news |
| Em | D | G | D | |
| But | she just smiled and turned | away I | went down to the sacred | store |
| Em | Am7 | Em | A7 | D | |
| Where I'd | heard the music | years before But the | man there said the | music woudn't | play |
| Em | D | Em | D | |
| And in the | streets the children | screamed The | lovers cried, and the poets | dreamed |
| C | G | A7 | C | D7 | |
| But not a | word was | spoken The | Church bells all were | broken |
| G | D | Em | Am | C | |
| And | three men I | admire most The | Father, | Son and the | Holy Ghost |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G | |
| They | caught the | last train | for the coast The | Day the | Music | Died. | And they were singing(Chorus) TWICE |

| Verse: |
| A | G | D | A | G | D | A |
| G | D | A | G | D | A | |
| I can see why | you think | you be | long to me. |
| A | G | D | A | D | |
| I | never tried to | make you | think, or | let you *SEE* one thing for your | self |
| C | D | |
| But now your | off with someone else & I'm a | lone |
| C | E | |
| You see I | thought that I might keep you for my | own |
| Chorus: |
| A | G | D | |
| Amie | What you *WANNA* | do? |
| A | G | D | Bm | |
| I think | I could stay with | you for a | while |
| E | |
| Maybe longer if I | do. |
| A | G | D | A | G | D | A | |
| A | G | D | A | G | D | A | |
| Don't you think the | time is | right for | us to find |
| G | D | A | |
| All the things we | thought weren't | proper | could be right in time |
| D | C | D | |
| And can you | see, Which way we | should turn together or a | lone |
| C | E | |
| I can | never see whats right or what | is wrong (yeah you take to long to see) |
| (c) (Solo) Well now (c) |
| A | G | D | A | G | D | A | |
| Now it's come to | what you | want you've | had your way |
| G | D | A | |
| And all the things you | though bef | ore just | faded into gray |
| D | C | D | |
| And can you | see, That I d | on't Know if its you or if its | me |
| C | E | |
| If its | one of us I'm sure we'll both will | see |
| (won't you look at me and tell me) |
| Chorus: |

| A | Asus | A | Asus | A | B | Bsus | B | Bsus | B | E | Esus | E | Esus |
| E | A | E | Esus | E | Esus | E | |
| They pa | ved paradise and put up a park | ing lo | t |
| A | B | E | |
| With a pi | nk hotel, a bou | tique and a swingin' h | ot spot |
| CHORUS: |
| E | |
| D | on't it always seem to go |
| A (n.c.) |
| That you don't know what you've got till it's gone |
| A | B | E | |
| They pa | ved paradise and p | ut up a parking l | ot |
| Esus | E | Esus | E | Esus | E | Esus | E | |
| (C | hoo | bop bop bop | bop, ch | oo | b | op bop bop b | op) |
| They took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum |
| And they charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em |
| CHORUS |
| Hey farmer farmer, put away that D.D.T. now |
| Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees |
| please |
| CHORUS |
| Late last night I heard the screen door slam |
| And a big yellow taxi took away my old man |
| CHORUS TWICE (with only one chooo bop... at each end) |
| They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (choo bop bop bop bop) |
| They paved paradise, put up a parking lot |
| E | A | B | Esus | Asus | Bsus | |
E --0----5----7----0----5----7-----
B --0----5----7----0----5----7-----
G# --0----5----7----1----6----8-----
E --0----5----7----0----5----7-----
B --0----5----7----2----7----9-----
E --0----5----7----0----0----7-----
| NOTE: I don't actually know if these chords are 'sus' chords, but I had |
| to call them something! Also, on the first two lines of the chorus and |
| frequently on the verse, it is better to somewhat muffle the chords so |
| that the rhythm can be heard but the actual notes barely heard. Also, |
| the song can be played in regular tuning with the same chords, but I |
| think it sounds much better this way (and this is what J.M. actually does). |
| Also, please post if you know any J.M. songs in their actual |
| tuning. I hear that of all her guitar songs, she only did around |
| two of them in standard tuning! |
| (from Ladies of the Canyon, 1970) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |

| F | Bb | F | |
| How many | roads must a | man walk down |
| F | Bb | F | |
| Before ya | call him a m | an |
| F | Bb | F | |
| How many | seas must the | White Dove sail |
| F | Bb | F | |
| Before she | sleeps in the | sands |
| Chorus: |
| Bb | C | |
| The | answer my | friend |
| F | Dm | |
| Is blowin in the | wind |
| Bb | C | F | |
| The answer is | blowin in the | wind |
| 2. How many years can a mountain exist |
| Before it is washed to the sea |
| How many years can some people exist |
| Before their allowed to be free yesin |
| How many times can a man turn his head |
| And pretend that he just doesnt see |
| Chorus |
| 3. How many times must a man look up |
| Before he can see the sky |
| How many ears can one man have |
| Before he can hear people cry |
| How many deaths will it take till he knows |
| TOO MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED |
| Chorus |
| The answer is blowin' in the wind |


well another tab i donno this band or artist i just heard the song & loved it is pretty cool dont Ya think & this song is so sad I never seen the artist or heard anything by her /them B4 but BREATHE ME is cool
hope u like it
tabbed by : blue-toxic Email : blue-toxic@hotmail.com
im open to any suggestion & Rates :) so plz do
Tuning: Am C F Dm e|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------| B|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------| G|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------| D|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------| A|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------| E|--------'---------'----------'----------'---------|
Chords Used : Am , C , F , Dm
its pretty simple
it only goes like this I guess : Am , C , F , Dm (u just figure the timing to shift)
Intro : Am , C , F , Dm
Verse (Am , C , F , Dm)
Am C F Dm

| C | F/C | C | F/C | |
| When you're | weary, feeling | small, |
| C | Bb | F/C | C | F/C | C | F/C | C | F/C | |
| When | tears | are | in your | eyes, I will | dry them | all; |
| C | G/B | Am | G | C | C/B | |
| I'm | on yo | ur s | ide. Oh when times get | rough |
| C7/Bb | Am | G | F | D/F# | G | |
| And fri | ends | just | can't | be found | , |
| C | C7 | F | F#dim | C | Am | F | |
| Like | a br | idge | over | troubled w | ater |
| E7 | Am | |
| I will l | ay me down | . |
| C | C7 | F | F#dim | C | Am | F | |
| Like | a br | idge | over | troubled w | ater |
| F/G | C | |
| I will l | ay me down. |
| When you're down and out, |
| When you're on the street, |
| When evening falls so hard |
| I will comfort you. |
| I'll take your part. |
| When darkness comes |
| And pain is all around, |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down. |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will lay me down. |
| Sail on silvergirl, |
| Sail on by. |
| Your time has come to shine. |
| All your dreams are on their way. |
| See how they shine. |
| If you need a friend |
| I'm sailing right behind. |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will ease your mind. |
| Like a bridge over troubled water |
| I will ease your mind. |
| mj.trigg@hotmail.com |

| Key: G Melody: D-C-B-C-D |
| G | C | G | D | |
| Hey, where did we | go | days when the | rain came |
| G | C | G | D | |
| Down in the h | ollow | playing a n | ew game |
| G | C | |
| Laughing, and a r | unning, hey, hey |
| G | D | G | C | |
| Skipping and a | jumping | in the misty mor | ning fog, |
| G | D | C | D | G | Em | |
| with | our hearts a t | humpin' and y | ou, | my brown eyed g | irl |
| C | D | G | |
| You, my | brown eyed g | irl |
| Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow |
| Going down to the old mine |
| With a transistor radio |
| Standing in the sunlight laughing |
| Hiding behind a rainbow's wall |
| Slipping and a sliding |
| All aling the waterfall |
| With you, my brown eyed girl |
| You, my brown eyed girl |
| bridge: |
| D7 | |
| Do you remember when we used to sing |
| G | C | G | D7 | |
| Sha la la | la la la | la la | te da Just like that |
| G | C | G | D7 | G | |
| Sha la la | la la la | la la | te da la t | e da |
| Now that I'm all on my own |
| I saw you just the other day |
| My, how you have grown |
| Cast my memory back there Lord |
| Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout it |
| Laughing and a running hey, hey |
| Behind the stadium |
| With you, my brown eyed girl |
| You, my brown eyed girl |
| Play bridge again |

| Key: G (orig B) Melody: A-B-G-B-A |
| Am | G | F | |
| All the leaves are brown |
| (all the leaves are brown) |
| G | Em | E | |
| And the | sky is | gray (and the sky is | gray) |
| F | C | Em | Am | |
| I've been for a walk |
| (I've been for a walk) |
| F | Em | E | |
| On a | winter's day (on a | winter's day) |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| I'd be safe and | warm |
| (I'd be safe and warm) |
| G | Em | E | |
| If I was in | L.A. | (if I was in L.A.) |
| Chorus |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| California dre | amin' |
| (California dreamin') |
| G | Em | E | |
| On such a | winter's day |
| Verse 2 |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| Stopped in to a | church |
| Em | E | |
| I passed along the way |
| C | E | Am | |
| Well I got down on my knees |
| (got down on my knees) |
| F | Em | E | |
| And I pretend to p | ray (I pretend to | pray) |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| You know the preacher likes the cold |
| (preacher likes the cold) |
| G | Em | E | |
| He knows I'm gonna stay (knows | I'm gonna | stay) |
| Chorus |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| California dre | amin' |
| (California dreamin') |
| Em | E | |
| On such | a winter' | s day |
| Flute solo |
| F | G | Am | E | |
| Verse 3 |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| All the leaves are | brown |
| (all the leaves are brown) |
| G | Em | E | |
| And the | sky is | gray (and the sky is g | ray) |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| I've been for a | walk |
| (I've been for a walk) |
| F | Em | E | |
| On a winter's day (o | n a winte | r's day) |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| If I didn't tell | her |
| (if I didn't tell her) |
| G | Em | E | |
| I could | leave today (I c | ould leave today) |
| Coda |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| C | alifornia drea | min' |
| (California dreamin') |
| Em | E | |
| On such | a winter' | s day |
| E | Am | G | F | |
| Califor | nia dream | in' |
| (California dreamin') |
| E | |
| On such a winter' | s day |

| G | C | D | |
| In my mind I'm | going to Ca | rolina |
| C | D | |
| Can't you see the | sunshine |
| C | D | |
| Can't you just feel the | moonshine |
| G | Em | |
| Maybe just like a | friend of mine |
| C | G | D | |
| It | hit me | from | behind |
| C | D | G | D | C | D | G | |
| Yes | I'm | going to | Caro | lina | in my | mind |
| G | C | |
| Karen she's a | silver sun |
| C | D | |
| You best | walk her way and | watch it shining |
| Em | C | D | |
| Watch her | watch the morning | come |
| C | D | G | D | |
| A silver tear | appearing now I'm | cryin, | ain't I? |
| G | D | C | D | G | |
| Going to | Carol | ina | in my | mind |
| G | C | |
| There | ain't no doubt it | no one's mind |
| Am | D | |
| That | love's the finest | thing around |
| Em | C | D | |
| Whisper | something warm and | kind |
| C | D | Em | D | |
| And | hey babe the | sky's on fire, I'm | dying, | ain't I? |
| G | D | C | D | G | |
| Going to | Caro | lina | in my | mind |
| G | C | |
| Dark and silent l | ate last night |
| C | D | |
| I think I | might have heard the | highway calling |
| Em | C | D | |
| Geese in | flight and dogs that | bite |
| C | D | Em | D | C | D | |
| Signs that might be | omens say I | goi | ng, | go | ing |
| G | D | C | D | G | |
| I'm | going to | Caro | lina | in my | mind |
| Em | C | Em | D | |
| With a | holy host of | others standing | round me |
| C | Am | D | |
| Still I'm on the | dark side of the | moon |
| C | C | D | G | |
| And it | seems like it goes | on like | this | forever |
| Em | D | |
| You must | forgive me |
| G | D | C | D | G | |
| If I'm up and | gone to | Caro | lina | in my | mind |
| For the D in every 3rd line of the verses, you can put your pinky down on the high G |
| beside your middle finger which is on the F#). It'll sound nice, but it sounds the best if |
| do it like this: |
| D (wait) (add the pinky) (take it off) |
| 'Whisper something warm and kind' |
| Good luck! |

e|--0-0---|20------|--------|----|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| B|--------|--0-3---|0----0--|--0-|--------|--------|------0-|--------|--------| G|2-------|---2----|---2----|0---|2-------|20------|----0---|2-------|--------| D|--------|--------|--------|----|----2---|--2-0---|--------|--------|--------| A|--------|--------|--------|----|--------|---3--3-|0-------|--------|--------| E|--------|--------|--------|----|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
| A | C | |
| My | child arrived just the | other day; |
| D | A | |
| he | came into the world in the | usual way. |
| A | C | |
| But there were | planes to catch, and | bills to pay. |
| D | A | |
| He learned to walk while I | was away. |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D | |
| And he was | talkin' 'fore I | knew it. And | as he grew |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| he'd say, ' | I'm gonna | be like | you, Dad. You | know I'm gonna | be like | you.' |
| A | G | |
| And the | cat's in the cradle and the | silver spoon, |
| C | D | |
| little boy blue and the | man in the moon. |
| A | G | |
| ' | When you comin' home Dad?' 'I | don't know when, |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| but | we'll get to | gether then | , Son. You | know we'll have a | good time | then.' |
| A(no 3rd) |
e|--0-0---|20------|--------|----|--------| B|--------|--0-3---|0----0--|--0-|--------| G|2-------|---2----|---2----|0---|2-------| D|--------|--------|--------|----|--------| A|--------|--------|--------|----|--------| E|--------|--------|--------|----|--------|
| A | C | |
| My | son turned ten just the | other day. |
| D | A | |
| He said, ' | Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come | on, let's play. |
| A | C | |
| Can you | teach me to throw?' I said, ' | Not today. |
| D | A | |
| I got a | lot to do.' He said, ' | That's okay.' |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D | |
| And he | walked a | way, but his | smile never | dimmed. |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| It said, ' | I'm gonna | be like | him, yeah. You | know I'm gonna | be like | him.' |
| A | G | |
| And the | cat's in the cradle and the | silver spoon, |
| C | D | |
| little boy blue and the | man in the moon. |
| A | G | |
| ' | When you comin' home Dad?' 'I | don't know when, |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| but | we'll get to | gether then | , Son. You | know we'll have a | good time | then.' |
| A(no 3rd) |
e|--0-0---|20------|--------|----|--------| B|--------|--0-3---|0----0--|--0-|--------| G|2-------|---2----|---2----|0---|2-------| D|--------|--------|--------|----|--------| A|--------|--------|--------|----|--------| E|--------|--------|--------|----|--------|
| A | C | |
| Well, he | came home from college just the | other day, |
| D | A | |
| so | much like a man I just | had to say, |
| A | C | |
| 'Son, I'm | proud of you. Can you | sit for a while?' |
| D | A | |
| He | shook his head and he | said with a smile, |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D | |
| 'What I'd | really like, | Dad, is to | borrow the ca | r keys. |
| C | Em/B | A | |
| See you | later. Can I | have them please?' |
| A | G | |
| And the | cat's in the cradle and the | silver spoon, |
| C | D | |
| little boy blue and the | man in the moon. |
| A | G | |
| ' | When you comin' home Son?' 'I | don't know when, |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| but | we'll get to | gether then | , Dad. You | know we'll have a | good time | then.' |
| F | G | Em | A | F | G | Em | A | |
| (Slower) |
| A | C | |
| I've | long since retired, my | son's moved away. |
| D | A | |
| I called him up just the | other day. |
| A | C | |
| I said, 'I'd | like to see you if | you don't mind.' |
| D | A | |
| He said, 'I'd | love to, Dad, if I could | find the time. |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D | |
| You see, my | new job's a | hassle and the | kids have the f | lu, |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| but it's | sure nice | talkin' to | you, Dad. It's been | sure nice | talkin' to | you.' |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D | |
| And as I | hung up the | phone it | occured to m | e, |
| C Em/B A(no 3rd) C Em/B A |
| he'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me. |
| (Tempo I) |
| A | G | |
| And the | cat's in the cradle and the | silver spoon, |
| C | D | |
| little boy blue and the | man in the moon. |
| A | G | |
| ' | When you comin' home Son?' 'I | don't know when, |
| C | Em/B | A | C | Em/B | A | |
| but | we'll get to | gether then | , Dad, we're | gonna have a | good time | then.' |
| A(no 3rd) A |
e|--0-0---|20------|--------|----|0-------|--------| B|--------|--0-3---|0----0--|--0-|2-------|--------| G|2-------|---2----|---2----|0---|2-------|--------| D|--------|--------|--------|----|2-------|--------| A|--------|--------|--------|----|0-------|--------| E|--------|--------|--------|----|0-------|--------|

| Intro: |
| First Note: D |
| G | D | G | |
| Riding on the | City of New | Orleans |
| Em | C | G | |
| Illinois Central | Monday morning | rail |
| G | D | G | |
| Fifteen cars and | fifteen restless | riders |
| Em | D | G | |
| Three con | ductors and | twenty-five sacks of | mail. |
| Em | Bm | |
| All a | long the south bound odyssey, the | train pulls out of Kenkakee |
| D | A | |
| Rolls along past houses farms and | fields |
| Em | Bm | |
| Passing trains that have no name, | freight yards of old black men |
| D | D7 | G | |
| And | graveyards of | rusted automo | biles. |
| Chorus: |
| C | D7 | G | |
| Good morning A | merica, how | are you? |
| Em | C | G | D7 | D9 | |
| Say, | don't you know me, | I'm your native | son. |
| G | D | Em | Em7 | A7 | |
| I'm the | train they call the | City of New | Orleans |
| Bb | C | D | D9 | G | |
| I'll be | gone five | hundred | miles when the | day is | done. |
| Dealing card games with the old men in the club car |
| Penny a point ain't no one keeping score |
| Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle |
| Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor |
| And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers |
| Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel |
| Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat |
| And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. |
| Chorus. (As above) |
| Nightime on the City of New Orleans |
| Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee |
| Half way home we'll be there by morning |
| through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. |
| But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream |
| And the steel rail still ain't heard the news |
| The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain |
| This train got the disappearing railroad blues. |
| Chorus: |
| Good night America, How are you? |
| Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. |
| I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans |
| I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. |

| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| PEOPLE SMILE AND T | ELL ME I'M THE | LUCKY ONE, AND WE'VE J | UST BEGUN, |
| A | |
| THINK I'M GONNA H | AVE A SON. |
| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| HE WILL BE LIKE | SHE AND ME, AS | FREE AS A DOVE, CON | CEIVED IN LOVE, |
| A | |
| SUN IS GONNA SH | INE ABOVE. |
| CHORUS: |
| G | A | D | Bm | |
| AND EVEN THOUGH WE A | IN'T GOT MONEY, | I'M SO IN LOV | E WITH YA HONEY, |
| G | A | D | Bm | |
| AND | EVERYTHING WILL B | RING A CHAIN OF L | OVE. |
| G | A | D | C | |
| AND IN THE MORNING W | HEN I RISE, | YOU BRING A TEAR OF JOY | TO MY EYES, |
| Bm | E7 | A | |
| AND | TELL ME | EVERYT | HING IS GONNA BE ALLRIGHT. |
| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| SEEMS AS THOUGH A MO | NTH AGO I | BETA CHI, N | EVER GOT HIGH, |
| A | |
| OH, I WAS A SO | RRY GUY. |
| D | C | Bm | |
| AND NOW A SMILE, A F | ACE, A GIRL THAT SH | ARES MY NAME, |
| E7 | A | |
| NOW I'M TH | ROUGH WITH THE GAME, THIS BOY WILL NEVER | BE THE SAME. |
| (TO CHORUS:) |
| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| PISCES, VIRGO RI | SING IS A | VERY GOOD SIGN, | STRONG AND KIND, |
| A | |
| AND THE LITTLE B | OY IS MINE. |
| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| NOW I SEE A F | AMILY WHERE THERE | ONCE WAS NONE, NOW WE'VE J | UST BEGUN, |
| A | |
| YEAH, WE'RE GONNA F | LY TO THE SUN. |
| (TO CHORUS:) |
| D | C | Bm | E7 | |
| LOVE THE GIRL WHO HOLD | S THE WORLD IN A | PAPER CUP, | DRINK IT UP, |
| A | |
| LOVE HER AND SHE'LL BR | ING YOU LUCK. |
| D | C | Bm | |
| AND | IF YOU FIND SHE H | ELPS YOUR MIND, BUDDY, T | AKE HER HOME, |
| E7 | A | |
| DON'T YOU L | IVE ALONE, TRY TO EARN WHAT LO | VERS OWN. |
| (TO CHORUS:) |
| ___ Blue Wave/QWK v2.12 |

| Em | |
| Well | I'll be damned |
| C | |
| Here comes your | ghost again |
| G | |
| But that's not un | usual |
| D | |
| Its just that the | moon is full |
| Em | |
| And you happened to | call |
| Em | |
| And | here I sit |
| C | |
| Hand on the | telephone |
| G | |
| I'm hearing a | voice I'd known |
| D | |
| A couple of | light years ago |
| Em | |
| Heading straight for a | fall |
| As I remember, |
| Your eyes were bluer than robins' eggs |
| My poetry was lousy you said |
| Where are you calling from? |
| A booth in mid-west |
| Ten years ago |
| I bought you some cuff-links |
| You bought me something |
| We both know what memories can bring |
| They bring diamonds and rust |
| You burst on the scene |
| Already a legend |
| The unwashed phenomenon |
| The original vagabond |
| You strayed into my arms |
| And there you stayed |
| Temporarily lost at sea |
| The madonna was yours for free |
| The girl on the half-shell |
| Could keep you unharmed |
| Bm | |
| Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling all around |
| Am | |
| And snow in your | hair |
| Bm | |
| Now you're | smiling out of the window of that crummy hotel |
| Am | |
| Over Washington | square |
| C | |
| Our | breath comes out of white clouds |
| G | |
| Mingles and hangs in the | air |
| Fmaj7 | |
| Speaking | strictly for me |
| G | B7 | |
| We both could have died then and | there |
| Now your telling me |
| Your not nostalgic |
| Then give me another word for it |
| You who are so good with words |
| And keeping things vague |
| 'Cos I need some of that vagueness now |
| Its all come back too clearly |
| Yes I loved you dearly |
| And if you're offering diamonds and rust |
| I've already paid |
| ----------------------****-------------------------------- |
| The picking sequence for the opening bar is as follows, repeated - slide up 2 frets, D string, to get base run sequence. The remainder uses the same style picking out the base runs (which you can get from the record) using the chords shown. |
| Em |
| e|-------------------------| |
| B|-----0---0-------0---0---| |
| G|----0---0---0---0---0--0-| |
| D|---- -----2---4---2------| |
| A|----- 2---------------2--| |
| E|--0----------------------| |
| | | | | | | |
| Between verses, play base on D string from fret 2 to 4 to 2 to 4 to 5 to 4 to 5 then to G string 4th fret, then move to B7 shape before returning to the Em sequence. |
| Play Fmaj7 using standard F-shape with open top E. |

| F | Bb |
| Verse 1: |
| F | |
| Doctor, my eyes have seen the years |
| Am | Dm | |
| And the | slow parade of fears without | crying |
| Bb | F | |
| Now I | want to underst | and |
| F | |
| I hav | e done all that I could |
| Am | Dm | |
| To see the | evil and the good without | hiding |
| Bb | F | |
| You must | help me if you | can |
| Chorus: |
| Dm | |
| Doctor, my | eyes |
| F | |
| Tell me what is wrong |
| Dm | Am | F | Bb | |
| Was I | unwise to leave them | open for so lo | ng |

| C | G | Am | |
| It ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe |
| F | C | G | |
| It don't matter any | how |
| C | G | Am | |
| And it ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe |
| D7 | G | G7 | |
| If you don't know by | now. |
| C | C7 | |
| When the rooster crows at the | break of dawn |
| F | D7 | |
| Look out your window and | I'll be gone |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| You're the | reason I'm | travellin' | on |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Don't think | twice, it's a | lright. |
| It ain't no use in turnin' on you light, babe |
| A light I never knowed |
| It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe |
| I'm on the dark side of the road |
| Still I wish there were something you would do or say |
| To try and make me change my mind and stay |
| We never did too much talkin' anyway |
| So don't think twice, it's alright. |
| I'm walkin' down that long lonesome road, babe |
| Where I'm bound, I can't tell |
| Goodbye is too good a word, gal |
| So I'll just say, fare thee well. |
| I'm not sayin' you treated me unkind |
| You could have done better but I don't mind |
| You just kinda wasted my precious time |
| But don't think twice, it's alright. |
| It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal |
| Like you never done before |
| It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal |
| I can't hear you anymore |
| I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' all the way down the road |
| I once loved a woman, a child I am told |
| I'd give her my heart but she wanted my soul |
| But don't think twice, it's alright. |
| From: brandinius@aol.com (Brandinius) |
| Subject: Re: CRD: Don't Think Twice It's Alright by Bob Dylan |
| In article |
| (Jeffrey Goffin) writes: |
| >DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALRIGHT by Bob Dylan |
| Uhh, I don't know how much of a purist you are, but those lyrics are sort |
| of a combination of Peter, Paul and Mary's version and Dylan's. Here's the |
| lyrics I have for Dylan's, straight off 'The Freewheelin'' |
| - | |
| Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, baby |
| If'n you don't know by now |
| And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe |
| It'll never do somehow |
| When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, |
| look out your window and I'll be gone |
| you're the reason I'm a travelling on |
| But don't think twice, it's all right |
| And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
| the light I never knowed |
| and it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
| I'm on the dark side of the road |
| Well I wish there was something you would do or say |
| to try and make me change my mind and stay |
| we never did too much talking anyway |
| But don't think twice, it's all right |
| So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal |
| like you never done before |
| and it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal |
| I can't hear you any more |
| I'm a thinkin' and a wonderin', walkin' down the road |
| I once loved a woman, a child I am told |
| I give her my heart but she wanted my soul |
| Don't think twice, it's all right |
| So long honey babe |
| where I'm bound, I can't tell |
| goodbye is too good a word babe |
| so I'll just say fare the well |
| I ain't a sayin' you treated me unkind |
| you coulda done better but, I don't mind |
| you just kinda wasted my precious time |
| Don't think twice, it's all right |
| From: Paul Zimmerman |
| Don't Think Twice |
| (by Bob Dylan) |
| INTRO: |
| F | C | Dm | Dm | F | C | F | F | |
| VERSE 1: |
| F | C | Dm | |
| Well it ain't no | use to sit and | wonder why, babe, |
| Bb | F | C | |
| If'n you don't know by | now. |
| F | C | Dm | |
| It | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe. |
| G7 | C7 | |
| It'll never do, some- | how. |
| F | F7 | |
| When the | rooster crows at the | break of dawn |
| Bb | G7 | |
| look out your window and | I'll be gone |
| F | C | Dm | Bb | |
| You're the | reason I'm | travelin' | on, |
| F | C | F | |
| but | don't think | twice, it's al- | right. |
| VERSE 2: |
| Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, |
| That light I never knowed. |
| Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, |
| I'm on the dark side of the road. |
| Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say, |
| To try & make me change my mind and stay. |
| We never did too much talkin' anyway, |
| So don't think twice, it's all right. |
| VERSE 3: |
| It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal |
| Like you never done before. |
| It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal |
| I can't hear anymore |
| I'm sittin & a wonderin, walkin down the road |
| I once loved a woman - a child I am told |
| I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul |
| but don't think twice, it's alright. |
| VERSE 3: |
| So lo-ong honey babe |
| where I'm bound, I can't tell. |
| Goodbye is too good a word babe. |
| So I'll just say, 'Fare thee well.' |
| I ain't sayin you treated me unkind |
| You coulda done better but, I don't mind |
| You just kind of wasted my precious time |
| but don't think twice, it's alright. |
| Thanks to the original poster. |
| Peace, |
| Paul Z |
| From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer) |
| Subject: CRD: Don't think twice it's alright (Bob Dylan) |
| Don't Think Twice It's Alright |
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| Bob Dylan |
| F | C | Dm | |
| Well it ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why babe |
| Bb | F | C | |
| If you don't know by | now |
| F | C | Dm | |
| And it ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why babe |
| G7 | C | C7 | |
| It don't matter any | how |
| F | F7 | |
| When your rooster crows at the | break of dawn |
| Bb | G7 | |
| Look out your window and | I'll be gone |
| F | C/E | Dm | Bb | |
| You're the | reason I'm | travelling | on |
| F | C | F | |
| But | don't think | twice it's | alright |
| And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
| That light I never knowed |
| And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
| I'm on the dark side of the road |
| I wish there was something you would do or say |
| To try and make me change my mind and stay |
| But we never did too much talking anyway |
| So don't think twice it's alright |
| And it ain't no use in calling out my name babe |
| Like you never did before |
| Ain't no use in calling out my name babe |
| I can't hear you any more |
| I'm thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road |
| I once loved a woman, a child I'm told |
| I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul |
| But don't think twice it's alright |
| I'm walking down that long lonesome road babe |
| Where I'm bound I can't tell |
| But goodbye is too good a word babe |
| So I'll just say fare thee well |
| I ain't saying you treated me unkind |
| You could have doen better but I don't mind |
| You just kinda wasted my precious time |
| But don't think twice it's alright |
| Jim |
| -- | |
| James Fryer |
| jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk |
| jim@cix.compulink.co.uk |

| Eb | Ab | Bb | |
| All my | life is changin' ever | yday, |
| Bb | |
| every possible w | ay |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | |
| Through my dr | eams is never quite as it s | eems, |
| Eb | |
| As it see | ms |
| Eb | Ab | |
| I know I felt like this b | efore |
| Bb | |
| but now I feel it even m | ore |
| Eb | |
| because it came from m | e |
| Chorus 1: |
| Eb | Ab | |
| When I open up it s | eems the person |
| Bb | |
| You find and here is me |
| Eb | |
| A different way to | be |
| Bridge: |
| F#-B- | |
| La. . . |
| F#-B- | |
| La. . . |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | |
| I want mo | re, possible to ig | nore, |
| Eb | |
| Possible to igno | re |
| Eb | Ab | |
| And they'll come t | rue, possible |
| Bb | Eb | |
| Not to | do, possible not to | do |
| Eb | Ab | |
| And now I tell you ope | nly, you have |
| my heart so don't hurt |
| Bb | Eb | |
| me, you're what I can't av | oid |
| Chorus 2: |
| Eb | Ab | |
| Totally amazing | mind so |
| Bb | |
| understanding and s | urvive in |
| Eb | |
| everything to | do |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | |
| All my | life is changin' ever | yday, |
| Eb | |
| Every possible | way |
| Eb | Ab | |
| And though my dre | ams is never |
| Bb | |
| Quite as it se | ems 'cos you're a |
| Eb | |
| Dream to m | e, dream to me |
Coda: Eb-Ab-Bb-Eb-; (3x) Eb---
| La. . . |
| La. . . |
| La. . . |
| La. . . |

| Capo 1 |
| Bm7sus(xx0200) Bm7(xx0202) |
| D | A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | Bm7sus | A | |
| Slow down | , you | move too fast | . | You got to | make the morn | ing | last. Just |
| D | A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | Bm7sus | A | |
| kickin' | down the | cobble ston | es, | lookin' for | fun and Fe | elin' Groo | vy. |
| D A Bm7 A |
| D | A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | Bm7sus | |
| Hello lam | ppost, | what cha k | nowin'. | I've come to | watch your fl | owers |
| A | D | A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | Bm7sus | |
| growing. | Ain't cha | got no rhym | es for | me? | Dootin' | doodoo, | Feeling |
| A | D | A | Bm7sus | A | |
| Gro | ovy. |
| D | A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | |
| Got no deeds to | do, no | promises to | keep. I'm | dappled and | drowsy and |
| Bm7 | A | D | A | Bm7 | A | D | |
| ready to | sleep. Let the | morning time | drop all its | petals on | me. | Life, |
| A | Bm7sus | A | D | A | Bm7sus | A | |
| I | love you. | All is | groov | y. |
| Fade out with D A Bm7sus A |

e--14--|-----|--0--0--0--0---|--0--0--0--0---|-- B--15--|-----|---2--2--2--2--|---2--2--2--2--|-- G--16--|-----|----2--2--2--2-|----2--2--2--2-|-- e--0--0--0--0---|--0--0--0--0---|--0--0--0--0---|-----|-- B---2--2--2--2--|---0--0--0--0--|---0--0--0--0--|-----|-- G----4--4--4--4-|----4--4--4--4-|----4--4--4--4-|-----|--
| Bm | G | |
| You'll remember me when the w | est wind moves |
| D | |
| Upon the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| You'll for | get the sun in his j | ealous s | ky |
e--10---10-|--9-7--------------|----10---|-- B----------|------10--8--10-10-|--8----7-|-- G----------|-------------------|---------|--
| Bm | G | |
| So she t | ook her love for to g | aze awhile |
| D | |
| Upon the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| In his a | rms she fell as her h | air come d | own |
| G | A | D | |
| A | mong the f | ields of gold |
| Play this with the next verse: |
e-------------|---------------|---------------|-- B-------------|---------------|---------------|-- G--7-6-4-2--2-|--7-6-4-2--2/4-|--4--2-2-------|-- D-------------|---------------|----------0-/4-|-- A-------------|---------------|---------------|-- E-------------|---------------|---------------|-- e-------------|-------------|------------------|-- B-------------|-------------|------------------|-- G--7-6-4-2--2-|--7-6-4-2--2-|------------------|-- D-------------|-------------|--2-4-5--4-4--2-0-|-- A-------------|-------------|------------------|-- E-------------|-------------|------------------|--
| Bm | G | |
| Will you s | tay with me will you | be my love |
| D | |
| Among the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| We'll for | get the sun in his j | ealous s | ky |
| Or guitar solo: |
e--10---10-|--9-7--------------|----10---|-- B----------|------10--8--10-10-|--8----7-|-- G----------|-------------------|---------|--{ Fast fingering - finger strings B, G and D in that order 5 times per
| measure, using the following patterns with each chords: |
| When in Bm play x x 9 11 10 x When in G play x x 12 12 10 x |
| When in D play x x 12 11 10 x When in A play x x 11 9 10 x } |
| Bm | G | |
| See the | west wind move like a l | over so |
| D | |
| Upon the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| Feel her b | ody rise when you k | iss her m | outh |
| G | D | |
| I never made promises l | ightly |
| G | D | |
| And there have been s | ome that I've broken |
| G | D | |
| But I swear in the d | ays still left |
e-------------------|-------------------|-- B-------------------|-------------------|-- G--12---11-11---9-7-|--12---11-11---9-7-|--
| G | A | D | |
| We'll w | alk in f | ields of g | old |
e--10-9-7--------|--10-9-7-----------|-------------------|-- B----------10-10-|----------10-10/12-|--12--10-10----5/7-|-- G----------------|-------------------|-------------7-----|-- D----------------|-------------------|-------------------|-- A----------------|-------------------|-------------------|-- E----------------|-------------------|-------------------|-- e--10-9-7--------|--10-9-7---------|------------------|-- B----------10-10-|----------10--10-|--5-7-8--7-7--5---|-- G----------------|-----------------|----------------7-|-- D----------------|-----------------|------------------|-- A----------------|-----------------|------------------|-- E----------------|-----------------|------------------|--
| Bm | G | |
| Many y | ears have passed since those s | ummer days |
| D | |
| Among the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| See the c | hildren run as the s | un goes d | own |
| G | A | D | |
| A | mong the f | ields of gold |
| Bm | G | |
| You'll re | member me when the w | est wind moves |
| D | |
| Upon the fields of b | arley |
| Bm | G | D | |
| You can t | ell the sun in his j | ealous s | ky |
| G | A | D | |
| When we w | alked in f | ields of gold |
| G | A | D | |
| When we w | alked in f | ields of gold |
| G | A | |
| When we w | alked in f | ields of gold |
| D | |
| Enjoy! :) |
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| | Luis Ferreira | You see a city in the desert lies | |
| | | The vanity of an ancient king | |
| | csrc08@science.di.fc.ul.pt | The city lies in broken pieces | |
| | | Where the wind howls and the vultures sing | |
| | Portugal | Sting - Mad About You (Soul Cages) | |
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| A | E | D | A | |
| Just | yesterday morning | they let me know | you were gone |
| D | E | G SUS | A | |
| Suzan | ne the plans th | ey made put a | n end to you |
| A | E | D | A | |
| I wal | ked out this morning | and I wrote dow | n this song |
| E | G SUS | |
| Just can't remembe | r who to sen | d it to |
| Chorus: |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | D | A | |
| O | h I | 've se | en f | ire | and i've seen rain |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | A | |
| I | 've | seen su | nny | days that I thought would never end |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | A | |
| I | 've | seen lo | nely | times when I could not find a friend |
| G | G SUS | C/B | AM/G | |
| But I always | though | t that I'd see | you again |
| Verse: |
| Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun |
| Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around |
| Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come |
| Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground |
| Chorus: |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | D | A | |
| O | h I | 've se | en f | ire | and i've seen rain |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | A | |
| I | 've | seen su | nny | days that I thought would never end |
| D | D/C# | D/F# | D | A | |
| I | 've | seen lo | nely | times when I could not find a friend |
| G | G SUS | C/B | AM/G | |
| But I always | though | t that I'd see | you again |
| baby, one more time again, now |
| Repeat Chorus: |
| Thought I'd see you one more time again |
| There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now |
| Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now |

| G | Em | |
| I heard there was a | secret chord |
| G | Em | |
| that David played and it | pleased the Lord, |
| C | G | |
| But | you don't really care for music | do you. |
| G | C | D | |
| It goes like this the | fourth the | fifth, |
| Em | C | D | |
| the minor fall and the | major | lift |
| D | Em | |
| The baffled king composing halle | lujah |
| C | Em | C | G-D-G | |
| Halle | luja, Hall | eluja, Halle | luja, Hal | leluja |
| G | Em | |
| Your fa | ith was strong but you n | eeded proof |
| G | Em | |
| You sa | w her bathing o | n the roof |
| C | G | |
| Her be | auty and the moonlight overthr | ew ya |
| G | C | D | |
| S | he tied you to a k | itchen ch | air |
| Em | C | D | |
| S | he broke your throne, and she c | ut your h | air |
| D | Em | |
| And fr | om your lips she drew the Hallel | ujah |
| C | Em | C | G-D-G | |
| Halle | luja, Hall | eluja, Halle | luja, Hal | leluja |
| G | Em | |
| You s | ay I took the na | me in vain |
| G | Em | |
| I d | on't even kn | ow the name |
| C | G | |
| But i | f I did, well really, what's it t | o ya? |
| G | D | |
| There's a bl | aze of light in every w | ord |
| Em | D | |
| It do | esn't matter which you h | eard |
| D | Em | |
| The h | oly or the broken Halleluj | ah |
| C | Em | C | G-D-G | |
| Halle | luja, Hall | eluja, Halle | luja, Hal | leluja |
| G | Em | |
| I di | d my best, it w | asn't much |
| G | Em | |
| I co | uldn't feel, so I tri | ed to touch |
| G | |
| I've told the truth, I didn't come to fo | ol ya |
| G | D | |
| And e | ven though it all went wr | ong |
| Em | D | |
| I'll st | and before the Lord of S | ong |
| D | Em | |
| With no | thing on my tongue but Hallelu | jah |
| G | G | |
| Hallel | ujah, Hallelujah, Hallel | ujah, Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah |
| (from Various Positions, 1984) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |

| Intro: D A Bm (4 times) |
| D | |
| Hey girls gather round |
| Bm | |
| Listen to what I'm puttin' down |
| G | A | D | Dsus4 | A | |
| Hey baby | I'm you handy | man |
| D | A | Bm | |
| I'm not the kind to use a | pencil or | rule |
| Em | F#m | Bm | |
| I'm handy w | ith love and | I'm no fool |
| G | A | D | Dsus4 | D | |
| I | fix broken hearts I | know that I truly | can |
| G | Gsus4 | G | |
| If your | broken heart should | need re | pair |
| A | D | |
| then | I am the man to | see |
| G | Gsus4 | G | |
| I | whisper sweet things you | tell all your | friends |
| E | A | |
| They'll come runnin' to | me.... |
| G | A | D | |
| Here is the | main thing that | I want to say |
| Bm | |
| I'm busy twenty four hours a day |
| G | A | D | Dsus4 | A | |
| I | fix broken hearts, I | know that I truly | can |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Come a come a come a | come a come | come |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Yeah..... | yeah | yeah |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Come a come a come a | come a come | come |
| E | A | |
| They'll come runnin' to | me..... |
| G | A | D | |
| Here is the | main thing that | I want to say |
| Bm | |
| I'm busy twenty four hours a day |
| G | A | D | Dsus4 | A | |
| I | fix broken hearts baby | I'm your handy | man |
| Outro: |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Come a come a come a | come a come | come |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Yeah..... | yeah | yeah |
| etc etc |

-----|-----5---4-2-----|-----2-----2-----| -----|-----------------|---------5-------| -----|-----------------|-----------------| -----|-4---------------|-4---------------| ---4-|---------------4-|---------------4-| -----|-----------------|-----------------| <--------------- 2X ---------------->
| F#m | |
| Imagine | me and you, I do |
| E | |
| I think about you d | ay and night, it's only right |
| D | |
| To think about the g | irl you love and hold her tight |
| C# | |
| So happy to | gether |
| Verse 2: |
| If I should call you up, invest a dime |
| And you say you belong to me and ease my mind |
| Imagine how the world could be, so very fine |
| So happy together |
| Chorus: |
| F# | C#m | F# | |
| I can't see me l | ovin' nobody but | you |
| A | |
| For all my l | ife |
| F# | C#m | F# | |
| When you're with me, | baby the skies'll be b | lue |
| A | |
| For all my l | ife |
| Verse 3: |
| Me and you and you and me |
| No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be |
| The only one for me is you, and you for me |
| So happy together |
| repeat cborus |
| repeat verse 3; barmonize on first tbree lines |
| note tbat final cbord is different from cborus | |
| Vocal interlude | : |
| F# | C#m | F# | A |
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
| F# | C#m | F# | C#m |
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
| repeat verse 3 |
| Coda: |
| F#m | C# | F#m | |
| So happy tog | ether |
| C# | F#m | |
| How is the w | eather |
| C# | F#m | |
| So happy tog | ether |
| strings enter | |
| C# F#m |
| We're happy together |
| C# | F#m | |
| So happy tog | ether |
| borns enter | |
| C# F#m |
| Happy together |
| C# | F#m | |
| So happy tog | ether |
| C# | F# |
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers |


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| Am | C | D | F |
e|--------0----------------0-------------(2)-2-------------(1)-1------------| B|-------1--1-------------1--1-----------3-----3-----------1-----1----------| G|------2-----2----------0-----0--------2--------2--------2--------2--------| D|----(2)--------------(2)---------(2)-0-------------(0)-3------------------| A|----0------------(2)-3----------------------------------------------------| E|-(0)----------------------------------------------------------------------|
| * * * * * * * * |
| Am | E | Am | E |
e|--------0------------------------------0----------------------------------| B|-------1--1------------0--------------1--1----------------0---------------| G|------2-----2---------1--1-----------2-----2-------------1--1-------------| D|----(2)--------------2-----2-------(2)------------------2-----2-----------| A|----0--------------(2)-------------0------------------(2)-----------------| E|-(0)-----------(0)-0------------(0)---------------(0)-0-------------------|
| First verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| There | is a | house in | New Orleans |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| they | call the | Rising | Sun |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And it's | been the | ruin of | many a poor | boy |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| And, | God, I | know I'm | one |
| Interlude |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E |
| Second verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| My | mother | was a | tailor |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| She | sewed my | new blue | jeans |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| My | father | was a | gamblin' | man |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| Down in | New Orle | ans |
| Interlude |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E |
| Third verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Now the | only | thing a | gambler | needs |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| is a | suitcase | and a | trunk |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And the | only | time that | he's satisfi | ed |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| is | when he's | on a | drunk |
| Interlude |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E |
| Organ solo |
| Fourth verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Oh, | mother, | tell your | children |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| not to | do what | I have | done |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| spend your | lives in | sin and miser | y |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| in the | house of the | Rising | Sun |
| Interlude |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E |
| Fifth verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Well I've got | one foot | on the | platform |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| the | other foot | on the | train |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| I'm | going | back to | New Orlean | s |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| to | wear that | ball and | chain |
| Interlude |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E |
| Sixth verse |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Well There | is a | house in | New Orl | eans |
| Am | C | E | E | |
| they | call the | Rising | Sun |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And | it's been the | ruin of | many a poor | boy |
| Am | E | Am | C | |
| And, | God, I | know I'm | one |
| Outro |
| Strum each of these chords (same chords as Interlude) once while the |
| organ plays, and end on an Am if you want. |
| D | F | Am | E | Am | E | Am |
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-------------------- -------------------- -------------------- --------2(3)-2(3)(2) play 4 times for intro 3---3-3------------- and repeat and fade for outro --------------------
| C | |
| A winter's day- |
| F | C | |
| in a | deep and dark De | cember |
| Dm | G7 | F | C | |
| I a | m al | one- |
| Dm7 | Em7 | Dm7 | Em7 | |
| Gazing from my | window | to the streets be | low |
| Dm | F | G | |
| On a | freshly fallen | silent shroud of | snow. |
| F | C | F | G | C | Am | |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | islan | d. |
| 2. |
| I've built walls, |
| A fortress deep and mity |
| That none may penetrate |
| I have no need of friendship |
| friendship causes pain |
| It's laughter and loving I disdain |
| I am a rock, I am an island |
| 3. |
| Don't talk of love |
| but I've heard the word before |
| It's sleeping in my memory |
| I won't disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died |
| If I never loved I never would have cried |
| I am a rock, I am an island |
| 4. |
| I have my books |
| and my poetry to protect me |
| I am shielded in my armour |
| Hiding in my room, safe within my womb, |
| I touch no one and no one touches me. |
| F | C | F | G | C | |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | islan | d |
| Dm7 | G | C | Dm7 | G | C | |
| And a | rock | feels no | pain, and an | island | never | cries. |
| Dm7 = xx0211 |
| Em7 = 020000 |
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| Spencer Christensen schriste@east.east-slc.edu |
| Salt Lake City, Utah |
| 'I'm in shape! Round's a shape isn't it?' -A. Alyosha Efros |

| A | |
| If you could read my mind, love |
| G | |
| What a tale my thoughts could tell |
| A | |
| Just like an old time movie |
| G | |
| 'bout a ghost from a wishing-well |
| A | D | |
| In a castle dark or a fo | rtress strong |
| E | F#m | |
| With chains upon my | feet |
| D | A | |
| You | know that ghost is m | e |
| D | C#m | |
| An | d I will never | be set free |
| Bm7 | E | A | |
| As | long as I'm a g | host you can't | see |
| (Verse 2) |
| A | |
| If I could read your mind, love |
| G | |
| What a tale your thoughts could tell |
| A | |
| Just like a paperback novel |
| G | |
| The kind that drugstores sell |
| A | D | |
| When you reach the part where the h | eartaches come |
| E | F#m | |
| The | hero would be m | e |
| D | A | |
| An | d heroes often f | ail |
| D | C#m | |
| And you won't read that | book again |
| Bm7 | E | A | |
| Because the ending's jus | t too hard to ta | ke |
| (Middle section) |
| A | G | A | G | |
| A | D | |
| I'd walk away like a mov | ie star |
| E | F#m | |
| Who gets b | urned in a three way s | cript |
| D | A | |
| And | enter number | two |
| D | F#m | |
| A | movie queen to p | lay the scene |
| Bm7 | E | F#m | |
| Of bringing all the | good things out in m | e |
| D | A | |
| But | for now, love, let's | be real |
| D | C#m | |
| I | never thought I could ac | t this way |
| Bm7 | E | |
| And I've | got to say that I just | don't get it |
| D | F#m | |
| I | don't know where | we went wrong |
| Bm7 | |
| But the | feeling's gone |
| E | A | |
| And I ju | st can't get it ba | ck |
| A | G | A | G | |
| (Ve | rse | 3. | ..) |
| A | |
| If you could read my mind, love, |
| G | |
| What a tale my thoughts could tell |
| A | |
| Just like an old time movie |
| G | |
| 'bout a ghost from a wishing-well |
| A | D | |
| In a castle dark or a fo | rtress strong |
| E | F#m | |
| With chains upon my | feet |
| D | A | |
| The | story always | ends |
| D | C#m | |
| An | d if you read bet | ween the lines |
| Bm7 | E | F#m | |
| You'll k | now that I'm just t | rying to unde | rstand |
| D | A | |
| The | feeling that you | lack |
| D | C#m | |
| I | never thought I could fee | l this way |
| Bm7 | E | |
| And I've | got to say that I j | ust don't get it |
| D | C#m | |
| I | don't know where w | e went wrong |
| Bm7 | |
| But the | feeling's gone |
| E | |
| And I ju | st can't get it back |
| A G end on A |

| Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | Bm7 | E7 | |
| Well, I | know it's kind | of | late | I hope i didn't | wake you, |
| Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | |
| But what I | got to say c | an't | wait |
| Bm7 | E7 | |
| I know you'd under | stand |
| D | D#dim | C#7 | F#m | D | |
| Ev'ry time I | tried to tell you the | words just came out | wrong |
| D | A | E7 | D | A | E7 | |
| So I'll | have to say I | love you in a | song. | Yeah, I |
| Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | Bm7 | E7 | |
| Know it's kind | of | strange | but ev'ry time I'm | near you, |
| Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | Bm7 | |
| I just | run out of things | to | say |
| Bm7 | E7 | |
| I know you'd under | stand |
| D | D#dim | C#7 | F#m | D | |
| Ev'ry | time I tried to tell you the | words just came out | wrong |
| D | A | E7 | D | A | E7 | |
| So I'll | have to say I | love you in a | song. |
| Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | Bm7 | E7 | Amaj7 | A6 | C#m7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| D | D#dim | C#7 | F#m | D | |
| Ev'ry | time the time was right al the | words just came out | wrong |
| D | A | E7 | D | A | E7 | |
| So I'll | have to say I | love you in a | song. | Yeah, I |
| Know it's kind of late, I hope I didn't wake you, |
| But there's something that I just got to say, |
| I know you'd understand. |
| Every time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong, |
| So I'll have to say I love you in a song. |
| end on A |

| D | Bm | A | G |
E|-/10~~~---12~~----9h10~~~-- B|--------------------------- G|---------------------------
| D | F#m | |
| Oh, why you look so | sad |
| G | |
| The tears are in your ey | es |
| A | Asus4 | A | |
| Come on and come to | me | eeee n | ow |
G|-------2-- D|-----2---- A|---4------ E|-5--------
| D | Bm | F#m | |
| Don't | be ashamed to | cry |
| G | |
| Let me see you thr | ough |
| Bm | A | |
| 'Cause I've seen the d | ark side t | oo |
| F#m | Bm | |
| When the night falls | on you |
| F#m | Bm | |
| And you | don't know what to | do |
| G | |
| Nothing you con | fess |
| A | |
| Can make me love y | ou less |
| D | Bm | |
| I'll stand by y | ou, I'll stand | by you |
| Am | |
| I won't let nobody h | urt you |
| D | F | G | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |
| C | Em | |
| So, if you're mad, | get mad |
| F | |
| Don't hold it all in | side |
| G | G/B | |
| Come on and talk to | me | now |
| C | Am | Em | |
| Hey, what you | got | to hide |
| F | |
| I get angry t | oo |
| Am | G | |
| Well I'm a | lot like y | ou |
| Em | Am | |
| When you're sta | nding at the cro | ssroads |
| Em | Am | |
| And don't k | now which path to ch | oose |
| F | |
| Let me come al | ong |
| G | |
| 'Cause even if you're wr | ong |
| D | Bm | |
| I'll stand by y | ou, I'll stand | by you |
| Am | |
| I won't let nobody h | urt you |
| D | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |
| Bm | |
| Take me in into your da | rkest hour |
| Am | |
| And I'll never d | esert you |
| D | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |
| Solo: |
| D | Bm | G |
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|-9/11--11--12p11-9-9/11---9/11--11--12p11-9-11--11h12~-12--11-9--11p9-- D|---------------------------------------------------------------------12
| Bm | A |
E|---------------------------------------------12-14-15p14-15p14-17------ B|------------------------------12-14-12-14-15--------------------------- G|-9/11-11-11-11-119--11-12-14------------------------------------------ D|-----------------------------------------------------------------------
| F#m | Bm | |
| And when, | when the night |
| F#m | Bm | |
| Falls on you, b | aby |
| G | |
| You're feeling all al | one |
| A | |
| You won't be on your o | wn |
| D | Bm | |
| I'll stand by y | ou, I'll stand | by you |
| Am | |
| I won't let nobody h | urt you |
| D | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |
| Bm | |
| Take me in into your da | rkest hour |
| Am | |
| And I'll never de | sert you |
| D | Bm | A | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |
| G | D | Bm | A | |
| Oh, I'll stand by y | ou |
| G | D | |
| I'll stand by y | ou |

| Am7 D6 (little riff notes E G A A A G E) (2x) |
| Am7 | D6 | |
| Stayed in bed all morning just to | pass the time |
| There's something wrong here there can be no denying |
| Am7 | Gm7 | Fmaj7 | |
| One of us is changing or | maybe we've just stopped | trying |
| |(chorus) |
| | Bbmaj7 Fmaj7 |
| |And it's too late, baby, now it's too late |
| |Though we really did try to make it |
| | Bbmaj7 Fmaj7 Dm7 E7sus4 E7 |
| |Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it |
| Am7 | D6 | |
| It used to be so easy living here | with you |
| You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do |
| Am7 | Gm7 | Fmaj7 | |
| Now you look so unhappy a | nd I feel like a fool |
| --chorus-- |
| --instrumental built on alternate chord changes-- |
| Dm7 | Fmaj7 | G7sus | G7 | Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Am7 | D6 | |
| There'll be good times again for m | e and you |
| But we just can't stay together don't you feel it too |
| Am7 | Gm7 | Fmaj7 | |
| Still I'm glad for what w | e had, and how I once lov | ed you |
| --chorus-- |
| chords: |
| Am7 = x02010 or 575555 |
| D6 = 200202 or x00777 |
| D7 = x54500 (it is really D13 -5 but it substitutes for D6 well) |
| Dm7 = x57565 |
| Fmaj7 xx3210 |
| Bbmaj7 x13231 |
| Gm7 | 353333 | |
| E7sus4 | 0797 10 7 or 020200 |
| E7 079797 or 020100 |
| G7sus4 | 353533 | G7 | 353433 | |
| Cmaj7 | x35453 |

| E | A | B | E |
| E | A | B | E | E7 | |
| Nobody | feels | any | pain |
| A | B | E7 | E | |
| To | night as I stand | ins | ide the | rain |
| A | B | A | B | |
| Everybody | knows | That Baby's got new | clothes |
| E | Abm | A | E | A | B | |
| But | late | ly | I | see her | ribbons and her | bows |
| Dbm | B | E | B7 | |
| Have | fallen | from her | curls |
| E | Abm | A | E | A | |
| She | takes | just | like | a | woman yes she does |
| E | Abm | A | E | A | |
| She | makes love | just | like | a | woman yes she does |
| E | Abm | A | E | A | |
| And she | aches | just | like | a | woman |
| B | run | E | A | E | A | B | E | |
| But she | breaks | just like a little | girl. |
| E | A | B | E | |
| Queen Mary, | she's | my | friend. |
| Yes I believe I'll go see her again. |
| Noboby has to guess That baby can't be blessed, |
| 'Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest. |
| With her fog, her amphetamines, and her pearls |
| Bridge |
| Ab7 | |
| It was | raining from the first |
| E | |
| And I was dying of thirst So I | came in here |
| Ab7 | |
| And your | long time curse hurts |
| A | |
| But whats worse is this | pain in here |
| B | |
| I can't stay in here, ain't it clear that I just can't fit. |
| Yes I believe it's time for us to quit. |
| And when we meet again, Introduced as friends, |
| Please don't let on that you knew me when, |
| I was hungry, and it was your world. This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |

| Capo 2 |
| E | E7 | A | |
| When I think | back on all the | crap I learned in | high school |
| F#m | B | E | F#m | B | E | |
| It’s a wonder | I can think at | all |
| E | E7 | A | |
| And though my | lack of ed | ucation hasn't | hurt me none |
| F#m | B | E | |
| I can read the | writing on the | wall |
| (CHORUS) |
| A | Dbm | F#m | Bm | E | |
| Koda | chro-- | oh-- | ome give us those | nice brig | ht colors |
| A | D | |
| Give us the | greens of | summers |
| B | E | E | Dbm | F#m | |
| Makes you think | all the | world’s a sunny | day | oh | ya |
| Bm | E | |
| I got a | Nikon | camera |
| A | D | |
| I love to take the | photo | graphs |
| B | E | A | Dbm | F#m | B | |
| So mama don't | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| E | E7 | A | |
| If you took | all the girls I knew | when I was single |
| F#m | B | E | F#m | B | |
| And brought ‘em all to | gether for one | night |
| E | Emaj7 | E7 | |
| I know they | never | match my | sweet ‘magination |
| F#m | B | E | E7 | |
| And everything looks | worse in black and | white |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) |
| A | Dbm | F#m | Bm | E | |
| Koda | chro-- | oh-- | ome give us those | nice brig | ht colors |
| A | D | |
| Give us the | greens of | summers |
| B | E | E | Dbm | F#m | |
| Makes you think | all the | world’s a sunny | day | oh | ya |
| Bm | E | |
| I got a | Nikon | camera |
| A | D | |
| I love to take the | photo | graphs |
| B | E | A | Dbm | F#m | |
| So mama don't | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| A | Dbm | F#m | |
| Mama don't | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| A | Dbm | F#m | |
| Mama don't | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| A | Dbm | F#m | |
| Mama don't | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| A | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome |
| Dbm | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome |
| F#m | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome away |
| A | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome |
| Dbm | |
| Don’t | leave your boy so far from home |
| F#m | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome away |
| A | Dbm | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome away, hey |
| F#m | |
| Mama don't take my Kodachrome away! |
| A | Dbm | F#m | A |

(on each chord strum -down-down-up-up-down- )
| A | D | |
| All my | bags are packed, I'm | ready to go |
| A | D | |
| I’m | standing here, out | side the door |
| A | D | E | |
| I | hate to wake you | up and say good | bye |
| A | D | |
| But the | dawn is breaking, its | early morn |
| A | D | |
| The | taxi’s waitin, it’s | blowin its horn |
| A | D | E | |
| Al | ready Im so | lonesome I could | die |
| CHORUS: |
| A | D | |
| So | kiss me and | smile for me |
| A | D | |
| Tell me that you'll | wait for me |
| A | D | E | |
| Hold me like you | never let me | go |
| A | D | A | |
| Cause I'm | leaving | on a jet plane |
| D | A | |
| Don’t know when | I’ll be back again |
| D | E | |
| Oh | babe I hate to | go… |
| 2nd verse: |
| A | D | |
| There so | many times I’ve | let you down |
| A | D | |
| So | many times I’ve | played around |
| A | D | E | |
| I | tell you now, | they don’t mean a | thing. |
| A | D | |
| Every | place I go I | think of you |
| A | D | |
| Every | song I sing I | sing for you |
| A | D | E | |
| When | I come back I’ll | buy you Burger | King (or I’LL WEAR YOUR WEDDING RING) |
| CHORUS |
| 3rd verse: |
| A | D | |
| Well | now the time has | come to leave you |
| A | D | |
| One more time please | let me kiss you |
| A | D | E | |
| Then | close your eyes and | I’ll be on my | way. |
| A | D | |
| Dream about the | days to come |
| A | D | |
| When | I won’t have to | leave alone |
| A | D | E | |
| About the times | I won’t have to | say |
| CHORUS |

| G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | Bb | D7/A | G | C/G | D |
| G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | |
| Longer | than there've been f | ishes in the | ocean |
| G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | |
| Higher | than any | bird ever | flew |
| G | Am7 | Gmaj7/B | C | |
| Longer | than there've been | stars up in the | heavens |
| Bb | D7/a | |
| I've been in love | with you |
| G | C/G | D | |
| Stronger than any mountain cathedral |
| Truer than any tree ever grew |
| Deeper than any forest primeval |
| I am in love with you |
| (don't do the G C/G D here) |
| G | F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | |
| I'll | bring | fire in the wi | nters |
| F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | |
| You'll | send s | howers in the | spring |
| F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | |
| We'll f | ly | through the falls and | summers |
| D7sus/G D7/F# Dm7/F D7/f# |
| With love on our wings |
| Through the years as the fire starts to mellow |
| Blurring lines in the book of our lives |
| Though the binding's cracked and the pages start to yellow |
| I'll be in love with you |
| G | G/A | Bb | D7/A | G | |
| I'll be in love | with you |
| F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | F+2/C | C | Eb+2/Bb | Bb | |
| D7sus/G D7/F# Dm7/F D7/f# |
| repeat first verse |
| after 'I've been in love with you' |
| G | G/A | Bb | D7/A | |
| I am in | love with you |
| G | G/A | Bb | D7/A | G | |
| Weird chord shapes - Dan uses some weird ones |
| G 320001 |
| Am7 x02010 |
| Gmaj7/B x24030 |
| C x32010 |
| Bb x13331 |
| D7/A x00212 |
| C/G 302010 |
| D 004230 |
| F+2/C 03x213 |
| Eb+2/Bb 6x5260 or 0153x1 |
| D7sus/G 005530 |
| D7/F# 004530 |
| Dm7/F# 003530 |

| Bb | C | Bb | F | |
| ( | Constant s | orrow t | hrough his d | ays) |
| F | Bb | |
| I am the man of constant | sorrow |
| C | Bb | F | |
| I've seen t | rouble | on my d | ays |
| F | Bb | |
| I bid farewell to old | Kentucky |
| C | Bb | F | |
| The place where | I was b | orn and r | aised |
| Bb | C | Bb | F | |
| (The p | lace where | he was b | orn and r | aised) |
| --Break--> F Bb C Bb F |
| F | Bb | |
| For six long years, I've been in t | rouble |
| C | Bb | F | |
| No pleasure h | ere on e | arth I f | ind |
| F | Bb | |
| For in this world, I'm bound to | ramble |
| C | Bb | F | |
| I have no fr | iends to h | elp me n | ow |
| Bb | C | Bb | F | |
| (He | has no fr | iends to h | elp him n | ow) |
| --Break--> F Bb C Bb F |
| F | Bb | |
| Oh, I'm bound to ride that northern | railroad |
| C | Bb | F | |
| Perhaps I'll d | ie up | on this tr | ain |
| Bb | C | Bb | F | |
| (Perh | aps I'll d | ie up | on this tr | ain) |
| --Break--> F Bb C Bb F |
| F | Bb | |
| Maybe your friends think I'm just a | stranger |
| C | Bb | F | |
| My face you'll | never s | ee no m | ore |
| F | Bb | |
| But there is one promise that is | given |
| C | Bb | F | |
| I'll meet you | on God's | golden s | hore |
| Bb | C | Bb | F | F | |
| (He'll m | eet you | on God's | golden s | hore) |

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| [each chord is the same length; that's either one measure or |
| half a measure, depending on how you look at it.] |
| For tbe intro, strum 2 wbole-beat G cbords, tben 4 balf-beat C cbords. |
| G | i- | - | C | G | - | C | G | - | C | G | C | |
| nt | ro] |
| G | G | G | G | |
| Busted flat in B | aton Rouge, | waitin' for a tr | ain |
| G | G | D7 | D7 | |
| When I's | feelin' near as f | aded as m | y jeans |
| D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | |
| Bobby thumbed a d | iesel down | just before it r | ained |
| D7 | D7 | G | - | C | G | |
| And r | ode us all the w | ay into New Or | le | an | s |
| G | G | G | G | |
| I | pulled my harp | oon out of my | dirty red band | ana |
| G | G7 | C | C | |
| I's | playin' soft while B | obby sang the bl | ues |
| C | C | G | G | |
| Windshield wipers sl | appin' time, I was | holdin' Bobby's | hand in mine |
| D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | |
| We sang every s | ong that driver k | new |
| C | C | G | G | |
| Freedom's just an | other word for | nothin' left to l | ose |
| D7 | D7 | G | G | |
| Nothin', it ain't n | othin' honey, if it ain't fr | ee |
| C | C | G | G | |
| And | feelin' good was | easy, lord, oh, | when he sang the | blues |
| D7 | D7 | D7 | D7 | |
| You know | feelin' good was | good enough for m | e |
| D7 | D7 | G | G | A | A | |
| Good enough for m | e and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| A | A | A | A | |
| >From the | Kentucky | coal mines to the | California | sun |
| A | A | E7 | E7 | |
| Yeah | Bobby shared the s | ecrets of m | y soul |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| Through | all kinds of w | eather, through | everything we d | one |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Yeah | Bobby baby | kept me from the | cold |
| A | A | A | A | |
| One | day up near Sal | inas, lo-ord, | I let him slip aw | ay |
| A | A7 | D | D | |
| He's | lookin' for that h | ome and I hope he f | inds it |
| D | D | A | A | |
| Well I'd | trade all my tom | orrows for one | single yester | day |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| To be | holdin' Bobby's b | ody next to m | ine |
| D | D | A | A | |
| Freedom's just an | other word for | nothin' left to l | ose |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Nothin', and that's a | ll that Bobby l | eft me |
| D | D | A | A | |
| Well, | feelin' good was | easy, lo-o- | ord, when he sang the | blues |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| And | feelin' good was | good enough for m | e |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Good enough for m | e and my Bobby Mc | Gee yeah |
| A | A | A | A | |
| La da | da, la da | daa, la da | daa da daa da d | aa |
| A | A | E7 | E7 | |
| La da da da d | aa dadada Bobby | McGee-a | h |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| Laa li daa da d | aa daa, | la da daa da d | aa |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Laa la laa la d | aada Bobby Mc | Gee-ah y | eah |
| A | A | A | A | |
| La di | da, ladida L | A dida LA di daa, | ladida LA dida L | A di daa |
| A | A | E7 | E7 | |
| Hey now B | obby now now Bobby Mc | Gee yeah |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| Lo lo L | O lolo LO lo la | a, lololo L | O lolo LO lolo L | O lolo LO la laa |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Hey now B | obby now now Bobby McG | ee ye | ah |
| A | A | |
| Lord, I | called him my lover, I | called him my man |
| A | A | |
| I said I | called him my lover, did the | best I can |
| A | A | E7 | E7 | |
| C'mon, | hey now Bobby now, | hey now Bobby McG | ee, yeah |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | |
| Lo lo l | ord, a lord, a l | ord, a lord, a l | ord, a lord, a l | ord oh |
| E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| Hey, hey, h | ey, Bobby McG | ee, lord |
| A | A | A | A | A | A | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| [in | str | ume | ntal; | pi | ano | sol | o] |
| A | A | A | A | A | A | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | A | A | |
| [in | str | ume | ntal] |
| A A A A A A E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 A A A. |
| instrumental; guitar solo & a few more 'la-di-da's | end |

| D | G | D | G | D-A7-D | |
| Oh, | I'm bein' followed by a | moon | shadow, | moon shadow, | moonshadow--- |
| D | G | D | G | D-A7-D | |
| Leapin and hoppin' on a | moon | shadow, | moonshadow, | moonshadow--- |
| Verse 1: |
| G | D | G | D | G | D | Em | A7 | |
| And if I e | ver lose | my ha | nds, | lose my | plough, lose | my l | and, |
| G | D | G | D | Em | A7 | D | F#m | Bm | Em | A | D | |
Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh if------------- I won't have to work no more.
| Verse 2 (use same chords as Verse 1 for all verses): |
| And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry, |
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if------------- I won't have to cry no more.
| Refain |
| Verse 3: |
| And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg, |
Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if------------- I won't have to walk no more.
| Verse 4: |
| And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south, |
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if------------- I won't have to talk...
| Verse 5: |
| E7 | A | E | A | |
| Did it take long to fi | nd me? | I asked the faithful | light. |
| E | A | E7 | A | |
| Did it take long to fi | nd me? | And are you gonna sta | y the night? |
| Refrain |
| G | A7 | D | G | A7 | D | |
| moonshadow, | moon | shadow, | moonshadow, | moon | shadow. |
| Oh, by the way, the chords aren't played in basic position. For |
| example use a D by barring the fifth fret and using the remaining fingers in an |
| 'A' formation. Try fooling around with alternate chord shapes at different |
| parts of the neck and throwing in some hammers-on to more closely resemble the |
| recording. |

| Intro: |
| D | G | A | F#m | Bm | G7 | C | F | C |
| C | Dm | G | F | C | |
| Morning has b | rok | en, | like the first | morni | ng |
| Em | Am | D7sus | D | G | |
| Blackbird has | spok | en, | like the fi | rst bi | rd |
| C | F | C | Am | D | |
| Praise for the | singing, | praise for the | morni | ng |
| G | C | F | G7 | C | |
| Praise for them s | pring | ing f | resh from the w | orld |
| F | G | E | Am | G | C/G | G7sus | |
| C | Dm | G | F | C | |
| Sweet the rain's ne | w f | all, | sunlit from he | ave | n |
| Like the first dewfall, on the first grass |
| Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden |
| Sprung in completeness where his feet pass |
| C | F | G | E | Am | F#m | Bm | G | D | A7 | D | |
| D | Em | A | G | D | |
| Mine is the | sunl | ight, | mine is the | morni | ng |
| F#m | Bm | E | A | |
| Born of the | one | light, | Eden saw | play |
| D | G | D | Bm | E | |
| Praise with el | ation, | praise every | morni | ng |
| A | D | G | A7 | D | |
| God's recre | at | ion | of the new | day |
| G | A | F#m | Bm | G7 | C | F | C | |
| Repeat first verse |
| C | F | E | Am | F#m | Bm | G | D | A7 | D | |

| G | Bm | |
| I | knew a man | Bojangles |
| Em (riff)Em7-Em-Em/F#-C |
| And he'll dance for you |
| C | D | |
| In worn out sho | es |
| G Bm Em (riff)Em7-Em-Em/F#-C |
| With silver hair and ragged shirt baggy pants |
| C | D | |
| He would do the old soft | shoe |
| Bridge |
| C | Bm | |
| He would jump s | o high |
| B | Em-Em7-A7 | |
| Jump so h | i-igh |
| A7 | D | |
| Then he lightly touched | down |
| He told me of the time he worked with Minstrel shows |
| Travelling throughout the south |
| He spoke with tears of fifteen years |
| How his dog and he, they would travel about. |
| But his dog up and died, he up and died |
| And after twenty years he still grieved |
| Chorus |
| Em | D | |
| That's mister | Bojangles |
| Em | D | |
| Calling mister B | ojangles |
| Em | D | G | Bm | |
| Mister Boja | ngles come back and d | ance and d | ance |
| Em Riff |
| And dance please dance |
| He said 'I dance now |
| At every chance in the Honky Tonks |
| For my drinks and tips |
| But most the time I spend |
| Behind these country bars |
| You see on I drinks a bit' |
| Then he shook his head |
| Oh lord when he shook his head |
| I could swear I heard someone say please |
| Chorus |
| Em | D | |
| That's mister | Bojangles |
| Em | D | |
| Calling mister B | ojangles |
| Em | D | G | Bm | |
| Mister Boja | ngles come back and d | ance and d | ance |
| Em Riff |
| And dance please dance |

| G | A | D | G | |
| H | ey! Mister Tambourin | e man, play a song f | or me |
| D | G | Em | A | |
| I'm not sleepy | and there is no pla | ce I'm g | oin' to |
| G | A | D | G | |
| Hey! Mister Tambouri | ne man, play a song | for me |
| D | G | |
| In the jingle | jangle mornin' |
| Em | A | D | |
| I'll come fol | lowin' you |
| G | A | |
| Though I know tha | t evenin's empire has |
| D | G | |
| ret | urned into sand |
| D | G | |
| Vanished from my hand, |
| D | G | |
| Left me blindly | here to stand |
| Em | A | |
| but sti | ll not slee | pin' |
| G | A | |
| My wear | iness amazes me , |
| D | G | |
| I'm br | anded on my feet. |
| D | G | |
| I hav | e no one to meet. |
| D | G | Em | A | |
| And the ancient | empty street's too | dead for dreamin | ' |

| E7 | A | D | G | C | Am | E7 | D | |
| De de | de de | de d | e de | de de | de de | de de |
| D | G | Em | |
| CHORUS: | And here's to | you Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am | D | |
| Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, | wo wo wo |
| D | G | Em | |
| God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am | |
| Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray, | hey hey hey |
| E7 | |
| We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files |
| A | |
| We'd like to help you learn to help yourself |
| D | G | C | Am | |
| Look around you | all you see are | sympathetic | eyes |
| E7 | D | |
| Stroll around the grounds un | til you feel at home |
| CHORUS |
| E7 | |
| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes |
| A | |
| Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes |
| D | G | C | Am | |
| It's a little | secret just the | Robinsons' a | fair |
| E7 | D | |
| Most of all you've got to | hide it from the kids |
| Koo koo ka choo Mrs. Robinson - CHORUS |
| E7 | |
| Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon |
| A | |
| Going to the candidates debate |
| D | G | C | Am | |
| Laugh about it | shout about it | when you've got to | choose |
| E7 | D | |
| Any way you look at it you | lose |
| D | G | Em | |
| Where have you | gone Joe Di | Maggio |
| G | Em | C | Am | D | |
| A nation turns its | lonely eyes to | you, | woo woo woo |
| D | G | Em | |
| What's that you | say Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am | E7 | |
| Joltin' Joe has | left and gone | away, | hey hey hey, hey hey | hey |
| _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
| ___ _ _ Glen Macon |
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| _ _ __ _ Standard disclaimer... |
| _ ___ _ _ _ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do |
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| _ _ _ _ |
| ___ _ _ |
| _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
| All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. |

| C | Am | C/G | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Virgil | Caine is the name, and I serve | d on th | e Danvill | e train, |
| Am | C/G | F | F/E | Dm | |
| 'Til Stoneman' | s cavalry came an | d tore up th | e tracks | again. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| In the winter o | f '65, We wer | e hungry, jus | t barely alive. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | Dsus4 | D | |
| By May the tenth | , Richmond had fell, it's a ti | me I | remember, oh so | well, |
| (Chorus) |
| C/G | Fmaj7 | C/G | Fmaj7 | |
| The | Night They Dr | ove Old Dixie | Down, and the | bells were ringing, |
| C/G | Fmaj7 | C/G | Fmaj7 | |
| The | Night They | Drove Old Dixie | Down, and the | people were singin'. They went |
| C/G | Am | Gsus4 | F | |
| La, La, La, | La, La, La, | La, La, La, La, La, La, | La, La, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Back with my wife i | n Tennessee, Whe | n one day sh | e called t | o me, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| 'Virgil | , quick, come see | , there goe | s Robert E | . Lee!' |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| Now I don't min | d choppin' wood, and | I don't care if th | e money's no good. |
| Am/E | F | |
| Ya take what ya need and y | a leave the rest, |
| C | Dm | Dsus4 | D | |
| But the | y never should hav | e taken the ver | y best. | (Chorus) |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Like my father | before me | , I wil | l work th | e land, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Like my brothe | r above me | , who took | a rebe | l stand. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| He was just eighteen | , proud and brave, | But a Yankee laid hi | m in his grave, |
| Am/E | F | |
| I swear by the mud | below my feet, |
| C | Dm | Dsus4 | D | |
| Yo | u can't raise a Caine bac | k up when he's in def | eat. | (Chorus and fade) |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |

| A | D | E | F#m | D | E | |
| Oh very you | ng what will you leave | us this tim | e |
| E7 | A | D | |
| You're only dancing on | this e | arth for a short whi | le |
| E | |
| and though your dreams may toss and tur | n you now |
| A | D | A | |
| they will va | nish away | like your Dad' | s best jeans demin blue. |
| D | A | D | |
| fading up | to the sk | y |
| A | A7/C# | D | B | E | |
| and though you wa | nt him to last for e | ver you know | he nev | er wi | ll. |
| you know he never will, |
| E7/G# | A | |
| and the patches make the Goodb | ye harder st | ill. |
| E | A | E | A | D | E | F#m | D | E | |
| Oh very you | ng what will you leave | us this tim | e |
| A | D | |
| There'll never be a better ch | ance to change your m | ind |
| E | |
| and if you want this world to se | e a better day |
| A | D | A | |
| will you car | ry the words | of love | with you |
| D | A | D | |
| will you ride | the great white bi | rd into hea | ven |
| A | A7/C# | D | B | E | |
| and though you wa | nt to last for ever | you know y | ou ne | ver wi | ll. |
| you know you never will, |
| E7/G# | A | |
| and the goodbye makes the journ | ey harder st | ill. |
| E | A | A | D | E | D | E | A | D | E | A | D | A | D | |
| will you car | ry the word | of love with yo | u |
| D | |
| will you rid | e |
| A | A7/C# | D | B | E | A/C# | Bm | E | A | E | A | E | A | |
| Oh |
| D | E | F#m | D | E | |
| Oh very you | ng what will you leave | us this tim | e |
| E7/G# | A | D | |
| You're only dancing o | n this e | arth for a short whi | le |
| E | A | |
| Oh very young what will you lea | ve us this t | ime |

| G | Bm | C | B | Am7 | G | C | B | A | G | |
| Ope | rator oh could you | help | me | place | this | ca | ll |
| Am | D | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| You see the number on the | matchbook is old and | faded |
| G | Bm | C | B | Am7 | G | C | B | A | G | |
| She's living in L. | A. with my | best | old | ex-f | riend | Ra | y |
| Am | D7 | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| A guy she said she | knew well and sometimes | hated |
| Chorus: |
| G | C | G | |
| Isn't that the | way they say it | goes |
| C | D | |
| But lets forg | et all t | hat |
| G | Am | |
| And | give me the number if | you can find it |
| C | D | Em | Bm | Am | |
| So | I | can | call just to | tell her I'm fine and to | show |
| D | C | G | |
| I've overcome the | blow, I've learned to take it | well |
| Am | C | |
| I only wish my | words could just convince my | self |
| D7 | C | G | |
| That it just wasn't | real, but | that's not the way it fe | els |
| G | Bm | C | B | Am7 | G | C | B | A | G | |
| Oper | ator oh could you | help | me | place | this | ca | ll |
| Am | D7 | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| Cause I can't read the | number that you just | gave me |
| G | Bm | C | B | A | G | |
| There's something in my | eye, you know it | ha | ppens | every | ti[]me |
| Am | D7 | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| I think about the | love that I thought would | save me |
| CHORUS |
| G | Bm | C | B | Am7 | G | C | B | A | G | |
| Oper | ator let's for | get | abo | ut t | his | ca | ll |
| Am | D7 | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| There's no one there | I really wanted to | talk to |
| G | Bm | |
| Thank you for your | time, |
| Bm | C | B | Am7 | G | C | B | A | G | |
| Cause you've been | so | much | more | th | an | k | in | d |
| Am | D7 | Em | D | C | B | A | G | |
| You can keep the | dime |
| CHORUS |

| C | G | C | F | G | F | |
| Now I | 've b | een ha | ppy lately, th | inking ab | out the g | ood things to come |
| F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | F | G | F | |
| A | nd | I be | lieve it c | ould b | e, som | ething go | od has | begun |
| Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one |
| And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come |
| Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train |
| Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again |
| Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come |
| And I believe it could be, something good has begun |
| CHORUS: |
| C/E | G5/F | Fmaj9 | G5/F | C/E | |
| Oh p | eace t | rain s | ounding | loud | er |
| F | G | F | F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | |
| Glide o | n the pe | ace train | oh | ah | ee ah | oh ah |
| F | G | F | |
| Come o | n now p | eace train |
| C/E | G5/F | Fmaj9 | G5/F | C/E | |
| Yes, | peace | train | holy | roll | er |
| F | G | F | F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | |
| E | veryone ju | mp on the pe | ace train | oh | ah | ee ah | oh ah |
| F | G | F | |
| C | ome o | n now p | eace train |
| Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too |
| Cos it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you |
| Now come and join the living, it's not so far from you |
| And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true |
| CHORUS #2: |
| Oh peace train sounding louder |
| Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah |
| Come on now peace train, peace train |
| Fmaj9 | G5/F | C/E | Am7 | Gm7 | F/A | F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | F | G | F |
| Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is |
| Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss |
| Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train |
| Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again |
| CHORUS: |
| Oh peace train sounding louder |
| Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah |
| Come on now the peace train |
| Yes peace train holy roller |
| Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah |
| Come on, come on, come on |
| F | G | F | |
| Yes c | ome o | n pea | ce train |
| F | G | C | C/E | G5/F | Fmaj9 | F(2 | G(2 | F/A | |
| Y | es it | 's the peace tr | ain |
| F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | F | G | F | |
| Oh | ah | ee ah | oh a | h Co | me on | now pea | ce train |
| Fmaj9 | G5/F | C/E | Am7 | Gm7 | F/A | F | G | Am | Asus4 | Am | F | G | F | |
| Oh peace train |
| CHORDS: |
| C/E G5/F Fmaj9 F(2) G(2) F/A G/B F(8) G(10) Am7 Gm7 |
E --0----1------3-----1----3----5----7----8----10----8---6--- B --1----3------5-----1----3----6----8----10---12----10--8--- G --0----0------0-----2----4----5----7----10---12----0---0--- D --2----3------5-----3----5----7----9----10---12----10--8--- A -----------------------------------8----10----------------- E -----------------------------------------------------------

| E | Asus2 | |
| Please come to Boston for the springtime |
| E | Asus2 | |
| I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lot | s of room |
| B | Asus2 | E | |
| You can sell your paintings on the | sidewalk |
| C#m | Bsus | Asus2 | |
| By a cafe where I hope | to b | e workin' soon |
| E | |
| Please come to Boston |
| B | Asus2 | E | |
| She said no, | boy you come home | to me |
| (Chorus:) |
| E | B | E | |
| Hey ramblin' boy why don't you settle down |
| E | B | E | |
| Boston ain't your k | ind of | town |
| E | Asus2 | |
| There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me |
| B | Asus2 | E | |
| I'm the | number one fan of the man from Tenn | essee |
| Interlude Chords |
| E | Asus2 | E | Asus2 | E |
| C#m | Bsus | |
| Now that | drifter's world goes round and ro | und |
| Asus2 | E | |
| And I | doubt if it's ever gonna | stop |
| C#m | Bsus | |
| But of | all the dreams I've lost or fo | und |
| Asus2 | |
| And all | that I ain't got |
| E | B | |
| I | need somebody I can cling to somebody I can sin | g to |
| Additional Lyrics: |
| Please come to Denver where the snow falls |
| We'll move up into the mountains so high that we can't be found |
| Through 'I love you' echoes down the canyon |
| And we'll lie awake at night 'til they come back around |
| Please come to L.A., we'll live forever |
| The California life alone is just too hard to bear |
| We'll live in a house that looks out over the ocean |
| And we'll see stars fall from the sky, livin' up on the hill |

| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | Em | A | D7 | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn | mist in a | land called Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Little Jackie | Paper | loved that rascal | Puff, |
| C | G | C | D | G | D7 | |
| An | d brought him strings and | sealing wax and | other | fancy | stuff. | Oh! |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D7 | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D7 | G | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called | Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Together they would | travel on a | boat with billowed | sail |
| C | G | Em | A7 | D7 | |
| And | Jackie kept a | lookout | perched on | Puff's gigantic | tail, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Noble kings and | princes would | bow when'er they | came, |
| C | G | A | D | G | D7 | |
| Pirate | ships would | lower their flags when | Puff roared | out his | name. | oh! |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D7 | G | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called | Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| A | dragon lives | forever but | not so little | boys |
| C | G | Em | A7 | D7 | |
| Painted wings and | giants | rings make | way for other | toys. |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| One grey night it | happened, | Jackie Paper came no | more |
| C | G | Em | A7 | D7 | G | |
| And | Puff that mighty | dragon, | he | ceased his | fearless | roar. |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| His | head was bent in | sorrow, | green scales fell like | rain, |
| C | G | Em | A7 | D7 | |
| Puff no longer | went to | play | along the cherry | lane. |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| With | out his life-long | friend, | Puff could not be | brave, |
| C | G | Em | A7 | D | G | D7 | |
| So | Puff that mighty | dragon, | sadly | slipped | into his | cave. | oh! |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called Honah | Lee, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Puff, the magic | dragon | lived by the | sea |
| C | G | A | D7 | G | |
| An | d frolicked in the | autumn mist in a | land called | Honah | Lee. |

| A |
| C | G | |
| He left a card and a ba | r of soap |
| F | G | |
| And a | scrubbing brush nex | t to a note |
| C | G | F | G | |
| That said u | se these d | own to your b | ones |
| C | G | |
| And | before i knew it i had | shiny skin |
| F | G | |
| And it fe | lt easy being cl | ean like him |
| C | G | F | G | |
| I said this | one knows bett | er than I do |
| pre-chorus: |
| F | G | |
| A | triangle trying to s | queeze thru a circle |
| F | G | |
| He tried to cut me so I'd | fit |
| Chorus |
| G | C | |
| Doesnt that sound fam | iliar |
| G | |
| Doesnt that his too c | lose to home |
| F | |
| Doesnt that make you s | hiver |
| G | |
| The way things could have g | one |
| C | |
| Doesnt that feel pec | uliar |
| G | |
| That everyone wants a li | ttle more |
| F | |
| And so that I do rem | ember |
| G | |
| To never go that | far |
| C | G | F | G | C | G | F | G | |
| Could you leave me with a | scar |
| Verse 2 |
| ..................................................................... |
| SAME BASICALLY, FOLLOWS G C D C PATTERN EXCEPT 4 PRE-CHORUS & BRIDGE |
| ..................................................................... |
| So the next one came with a bag of treats, |
| she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea |
| And she told me don't trust them, trust me |
| Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, |
| Looked at my insides clicking her tongue |
| And said 'This will all have to come undone' |
| pre-chorus: |
| F | G | |
| A | triangle trying to s | queeze thru a circle |
| F | G | |
| He tried to cut me so I'd | fit |
| Chorus |
| G | C | |
| Doesnt that sound fam | iliar |
| G | |
| Doesnt that his too c | lose to home |
| F | |
| Doesnt that make you s | hiver |
| G | |
| The way things could have g | one |
| C | |
| Doesnt that feel pec | uliar |
| G | |
| That everyone wants a li | ttle more |
| F | |
| And so that I do rem | ember |
| G | |
| To never go that | far |
| C | G | F | G | C | G | F | G | |
| Could you leave me with a | scar |
| BRIDGE |
| F | |
| I think I realized just in time |
| G | |
| Before my old self was left behind |
| F | G | |
| Y | ou can bathe me in your finest wine b | ut I'll never give you mine |
| SLOWER =) |
| C | |
| 'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the |
| G | |
| Bad fruit nobody buys |
| F | G | |
| Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the | same? |
| CHORUS |
| G | C | |
| Doesnt that sound fam | iliar |
| G | |
| Doesnt that his too c | lose to home |
| F | |
| Doesnt that make you s | hiver |
| G | |
| The way things could have g | one |
| C | |
| Doesnt that feel pec | uliar |
| G | |
| That everyone wants a li | ttle more |
| F | |
| And so that I do rem | ember |
| G | |
| To never go that | far |
| C | G | F | |
| Could you leave me with a | scar |
| G | C | |
| COULD YOU LEAVE ME WITH A | SCAR?... |
| ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;HAVE FUN;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; |

| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Are you | going to | Scarborough | Fair: |
| C | Am | C | D | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Parley, | sage, rose | ma | ry and | thyme. |
| Am | C | G | Am | G | |
| Re | member | me to one | who | lives | there. |
| Am | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| She once | was a true love of | mine. |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | |
| Tell her to | make me a | cambric | shirt: |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | C | Am | C | D | |
| ( | On the | side of a | hill in the | deep forest | green.) |
| C | Am | C | D | Am7 | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Parsley, | sage, rose | ma | ry and | thyme; |
| Am7 | Am | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am | C | |
| ( | Tracing of | sparrow on | snow-crested | brown.) |
| Am | C | G | Am | G | |
| With | out no | seems nor | nee- | dle | work, |
| C | G | Am | G | Am | G | |
| ( | Blan | kets | and | bedclothes the child of the | mountain) |
| Am | G | Am7 | |
| Then she'll | be a true love of | mine. |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| ( | Sleeps un | aware of the | clarion | call.) |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Tell her to | find me an | acre of | land: |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | C | |
| ( | On the | side of a | hill a | sprinkling of | leaves.) |
| C | Am | C | D | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Parsley, | sage, rose | ma | ry and | thyme; |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| ( | Washes the | grave with | silvery | tears.) |
| Am | C | G | Am | G | |
| Bet | ween the salt | water and | the | sea | strand, |
| C | G | Am | G | Am | G | |
| (A | sol | dier | cleans and polishes a | gun.) |
| Am | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Then she'll | be a true love of | mine. |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| ( | Sleeps una | ware of the | clarion | call.) |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | |
| Tell her to | reap it with a | sickle of | leather: |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | G | Am7 | Amadd9 | C | |
| ( | War bellows | blazing in | scarlet ba | ttalions.) |
| C | Am | C | D | Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| Parsley, | sage, rose | ma | ry and | thyme; |
| Am7 | Amadd9 | Am7 | Amadd9 | |
| ( | Generals | order their | soldiers to | kill.) |
| Am | C | G | Am | G | |
| And | gather it | all in a | bunch | of | heather, |
| C | G | Am | G | Am | G | |
| ( | And to fight | for | a | cause they've long ago for | gotten.) |
| Am | G | Am7 | Am7 | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| Then she'll | be a true love of | mine. |
| and that's it! |

| 1971 | |
| Written by Carole King |
| Tabbed by Ray Scheidler |
| G | |
| So f | ar away doesn't anybody stay |
| C | |
| In one pl | ace anymore |
| Am | D7 | |
| It would be so f | ine to see |
| G | C | D7 | |
| Your f | ace at my door d | oesn't help to k | now |
| G | |
| You're just t | ime away long ago I reached |
| C | |
| For you and th | ere you stood |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| Holding you ag | ain could only do me g | ood |
| C | D7 | G | D | |
| H | ow I wish I c | ould but you're so f | ar away |
| Em | C | |
| One more song about moving along the h | ighway |
| D7 | G | |
| C | an't say much of anything that's n | ew |
| Bm | Am | |
| If | I could only work this life out | my way |
| D | Em | Am | |
| I'd r | ather spend | it bein' c | lose to you |
| D7 | G | |
| But you're so f | ar away doesn't anybody stay |
| C | Am | D7 | |
| In one pl | ace anymore | it would be so f | ine to |
| G | C | D7 | |
| See your f | ace at my door d | oesn't help to k | now |
| G | C | Am | D7 | |
| You're just t | ime away yeah you're so f | ar away |
| C | G | Am | C | |
| Tr | avelin' around sure g | ets me down and l | onely |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| N | othin' else to | do but close my m | ind |
| Bm | Am | |
| I s | ure hope the road don't come to | own me |
| D | Em | Am7 | D7 | |
| There's s | o many dr | eams I've | yet to f | ind |
| G | |
| But you're so f | ar away > Repeat and fade |

| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| My fr | iend th | e communi | st, hol | ds mee | tings in his R.V |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| I ca | n't af | ford his gas | , so I'm st | uck here | watching T | .V |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| I don | 't ha | ve digital | , I don | 't have | didley squa | t |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| It's | not havin | g what you want | , its | wanting wh | at you've got |
| Chorus: |
| E | Bm | F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| I | 'm gonna soak up t | he sun, gonna tell e | very | one | to | ligh | ten up |
| E | Bm | |
| I'm gonna tell em that I | got no one to bla | me, everytime I feel |
| F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| lame I | 'm l | ook | in u | p |
| E | Bm | A | |
| I'm gona soak up the s | un |
| E | Bm | A | |
| I'm gonna soak up the s | un |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| I've go | t a cr | ummy job, | it don' | t pay | near enough |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| to bu | y the th | ings it take | , to win | me some | of your love |
| Bridge: |
| E | D | C | D | |
| Eve | ry time I turn | around I' | m lookin up your lookin | down |
| E | D | G | A | |
| Ma | ybe somthings w | rong with you tha | t makes you act the | way you do |
| Chorus: |
| E | Bm | F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| I'm go | nna soak up the su | n, gonna tell everyo | ne t | o li | ght | en u | p |
| E | Bm | |
| I'm gonna tell em that I | got no one to bla | me, everytime I feel |
| F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| lame I | 'm l | ook | in u | p |
| E | Bm | A | |
| I'm gonna soak up t | he s | un |
| E | Bm | A | |
| While it's still fr | ee |
| E | Bm | A | |
| I'm gonna soak up the s | un |
| E | Bm | A | |
| Before it goes out on m | e |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| Don't hav | e no m | aster su | ite, but I | 'm still | the king of m | e |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A | |
| You have | a f | ancy ride bu | t baby, I'm t | he one | who has the | key |
| Bridge: |
| E | D | C | D | |
| Eve | ry time I turn | around I' | m lookin up your lookin | down |
| E | D | G | A | |
| Ma | ybe somthings w | rong with you tha | t makes you act the | way you do |
| G | A | |
| Maybe | I am crazy | too |
| Chorus: |
| E | Bm | F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| I'm go | nna soak up the su | n, gonna tell everyo | ne t | o li | ght | en u | p |
| E | Bm | |
| I'm gonna tell em that I | got no one to bla | me, everytime I feel |
| F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| lame I | 'm l | ook | in u | p |
| (Repeat) |
| (This part is slowed down and when singing there is no harmony) |
| E | Bm | F# | G# | A | C# | Bm | |
| I'm g | onna soak up the s | un, I got my 45 | on s | o I | can | rock | on |

| 2X | |
| Intro | : |
| E | |
| v v v v v v v v |
---|---0-12*---------|-----0------------|
11-|-12--------------|10-9---------(11--|
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| * 12th-fret harmonic |
| Verse 1: |
| E | |
| B | illy Ray was a preacher's son |
| A | E | |
| And when his d | addy would visit he'd c | ome along |
| When they'd gather 'round and started talking |
| B7 | |
| That's when Billy would take me walking |
| A-through the back yard we'd go walking |
| Then he'd look into my eyes |
| Lord knows to my surprise |
| Chorus: |
| E | |
| The o | nly one who could ever reach me |
| A | E | |
| Was the son of a p | reacher man |
| E | |
| The o | nly boy who could ever teach me |
| A | E | |
| Was the son of a pr | eacher man |
| B | A | |
| Yes he was, he w | as, | mmm, yes he was |
| one line sborter tban verse 1 | |
| Verse 2 | : |
| Being good isn't always easy |
| No matter how hard I'd try |
| When he started sweet-talkin' to me |
| He'd come and tell me everything is all right |
| He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right |
| Can I get away again tonight |
| repeat cborus |
| Bridge: |
| D | |
| (Yes, he w | as) |
| How well I remember |
| A | |
| The look was in his eyes |
| Stealin' kisses from me on the sly |
| B7 | |
| Takin' time to make time |
| Tellin' me that he's all mine |
| E7 | |
| Learnin' from each other's knowin' |
| Look at us here, how much we've grown |
| in | A | |
| Chorus | : |
| A | |
| And the o | nly one who could ever reach me |
| D | A | |
| Was the son of a pr | eacher man |
| A | |
| The o | nly boy who could ever teach me |
| D | A | |
| Was the son of a pr | eacher man |
| E | D7 | |
| Yes he was, he w | as, | ooh yes he was |
| Coda: |
| A | |
| (The o | nly one who could ever reach me |
| D | A | |
| Was the son of a pr | eacher man) |
| He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man) |
| (The only boy who could ever teach me |
| Was the son of a preacher man) |
| A kiss-stealin' son of a preacher man |
| (The only one who could ever move me |
| Was the son of a preacher man) |
| (The only one who could ever groove me |
| fade | |
| Was the son of a preacher man) |
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers |


| INTRO: | |
| Bm A D (x2) |
| VERSE: |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Cutting through the | darkest night are my | two headlights |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Try | ing to keep it clear, but I'm losing it | here to th | e twilight |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Ther | e's a dead end to my left, there's a burning | bush to | my right |
| Bm | A | D | |
| You are | n't in sight | you | aren't in sight |
| ______________________________________________________ |
| CBORUS: |
| G | Asus4 | A | G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| Do | you wa | nt me, li | ke | I w | ant you or am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | D | |
| Be | neath the darkened | sky, or | am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | Bm | |
| With the | scenery flying | by, or | am I standin | g still |
| G | Asus4 | F#m | Bm | G | Asus4 | A | |
| Out of th | e corner of | my eye, | was that | you | passing m | e by |
| __________________________________________________________ |
| VERSE: |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Mothers on the stoop, boys in souped- | up coupes, on thi | s hot summer night. |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Betw | een fight and flight, is the blin | d man's sight, and | a choice that's right. |
| Bm | A | D | |
| I roll the window down, feel li | ke I'm gonna drown | , in this strange town. |
| Bm | A | D | |
| Feel br | oken down | I feel | broken down |
| _______________________________________________________ |
| CBORUS: |
| G | Asus4 | A | G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| Do | you ne | ed me, li | ke | I n | eed you or am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | D | |
| Be | neath the darkened | sky, or | am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | Bm | |
| With the | scenery flying | by, or | am I standin | g still |
| G | Asus4 | F#m | Bm | G | Asus4 | A | |
| Out of th | e corner of | my eye, | was that | you | passing m | e by |
| _________________________________________________ |
| N.C. -- I play Bm |
| Sweet sorrow, is the call tomorrow |
| Sweet sorrow, is the call tomorrow |
| ____________________________________________ |
| CBORUS: |
| G | Asus4 | A | G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| Do | you lo | ve me, li | ke | I l | ove you or am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | D | |
| Be | neath the darkened | sky, or | am I standing | still |
| G | Em7 | A | Bm | |
| With the | scenery flying | by, or | am I standin | g still |
| G | Asus4 | F#m | Bm | G | Asus4 | A | |
| Out of th | e corner of | my eye, | was that | you | passing m | e by |
| Bm | G | A | |
| Are you paaaaa | aaaassing | me b | y? (passing me by) |
| Do you want me? (passing me by) |
| Bm | G | A | Asus4 | A | |
| Do you | need me, | like I | need yo | u too? |
| Bm | G | Asus4 | A | |
| And do | you | want me | like I | want you? |
| Bm | G | Asus4 | A | A9 | D | |
| Are you | passi | ng me b | y (X2 | ) | (or am I[] s | ta[]nding still) |
| ______________________________________ |
| [CHORDS |
| Bm = x24432 --> I substitute Bm with (B9= x24422) quite a bit |
| A = x02220 |
| A9 = x02200 |
| D = xx0232 |
| G = 320033 |
| Asus4 = x02230 |
| Em7 = 022030 |
| F#m = 244222 |
| __________________________________________ |
| transcribed by: Ian C.T. vom Saal -- ianvomsaal@yahoo.com |

| D | G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D | |
| (... | P | eop | le | ,) | s | tay | j | ust a little bit longer. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D | |
| We | wa | nn | a | pl | ay | ju | st a little bit longer. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Th | e p | ro | moter don't mind. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| An | d t | he | union don't mind |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| if | we | t | ake a little time and we leave it all behind |
| Em | |
| sing one more song. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D | |
| Oh | , w | on | 't | y | ou | st | ay just a little bit longer. |
| G | Em | C | D | Em | |
| Pl | eas | e, | p | lease, please say, you will. Say you will. |
| B | Em | A | D |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D | |
| Oh | , w | on | 't | y | ou | st | ay just a little bit longer. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D | |
| Oh | , p | le | as | e, | pl | ea | se stay just a little bit more. Hehehe, |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| no | w t | he | promoter don't mind. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| An | d t | he | roadies don't mind, |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| if | we | t | ake a little time and we leave it all behind |
| Em | |
| sing one more song. |

| Bm | A | G | F#m | |
| sunny came | home to her | favorite | room |
| Bm | A | D | A | |
| sunny sat | down in the | kitchen |
| E/G# | A | G | F#m | |
| she opened a | book and a | box full of | tools |
| Em | Bm | G | |
| sunny came | home with a | mission |
| G | D | A | Em | Em/A | D | A | Em | |
| she says | days go | by i'm | hypno | tized i'm | walking | on a | wire |
| D | A | Em | Bm | E/G# | A | Gmaj7 | |
| I | close my | eyes and | fly out | of my | mind | into the | fire |
| (solo like intro) |
| Bm | A | D | A | Bm | |
| sunny came | home with a | list of | names |
| A | D | F#m | G | |
| she didn't be | leive in tran | scendence |
| A | Bm | A/C# | |
| and it's time for a | few small re | pairs she s | aid |
| Em | Bm | G | |
| sunny came | home with a | vengeance |
| D | A | Em | Em/A | D | A | Em | |
| she says | days go | by i | don't know | why i'm | walking | on a | wire |
| D | A | Em | Bm | E/G# | A | Gmaj7 | |
| i | close my | eyes and | fly out | of my | mind | into the | fire |
| Bm | F#m | Bm/G | A/G | |
| get the | kids and | bring a | sweater |
| Bm | F#m | Bm/G | A/G | |
| dry is | good, | wind is | better |
| Bm | F#m | Bm/G | A/G | |
| count the | years you | always | knew it |
| Bm | F#m | Bm/G | A/G | |
| strike a | match, go | on and | do it |
| D | A | Em | Em/A | D | A | Em | |
| oh | days go | by i'm | hypno | tized i'm | walking | on a | wire |
| D | A | Em | Em/A | D | A | Em | |
| i | close my | eyes and | fly out | of my | mind in | to the | fire |
| D | A | Em | Em/A | |
| oh | light the | sky and | hold on | tight |
| D | A | Em | |
| the | world is | burning | down |
| D | A | Em | Bm | E/G# | A | |
| she's | out there | on her | own and | she's al | right |
| Gmaj7 | Bm/G# | Bm | Bm/G# | |
| sunny came | home |
| Bm | A | G | A | |
| sunny came | home |
| Bm | A | G | A | |
| came | home |
| bome | |
| Em G Bm F#m A E G Bm |

[Bb]Sunshine go away today [F]I don't feel much like dancing. [Bb]Someone's come he's trying to run my life [F]don't believe what he's [Eb]asking
He tells me I'd better get in line, don't believe what he's saying When I grow up I'm going to make it mine but these aren't dues I been paying
Chorus: [Eb]But how much does it [Bb]cost? (I'll buy it) [Eb]The time is all we've [Bb]lost (I'll try it) but [Eb]he can't even [Bb]run his own life I'll be [Ab]damned if he'll run [Eb]mine, Sunshine
Sunshine go away today,

| D | A | G | D | |
| There | is a young cow | boy he | lives on the | range. |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| His | horse and his | cattle are his | only c | ompanion. |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| He w | orks in the | saddle and he | sleeps in the | canyon. |
| G | D | A | Em | A | |
| Waiting for | summer, his | pastures to | change. |
| G | A | D | |
| And | as the moon rises he | sits by his | fire. |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| Thinkin' about | women and | glasses of | beer. |
| G | A | D | |
| Closing his eyes as the | doggies re | tire |
| Bm | G | D | E | |
| He | sings out a | song which is | soft but it's | clear |
| A | E | A | |
| As | if maybe | someone could | hear. |
| D | G | A | D | |
| CHORUS: | Goodnight you | moonlight | lad | ies. |
| Bm | G | D | |
| Rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James. |
| Bm | G | D | D | |
| Deep greens and | blues are the | colors I | choose. |
| A | E | A | A | |
| Won't you | let me go | down in my | dreams | . |
| G | A | D | |
| And | rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James. |
| D | A | G | A | |
| Now the | first of De | cember was | covered with | snow. |
| Bm | G | D | E | |
| And | so was the | turnpike from | Stockridge to | Boston. |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| Lord the | Berkshires seemed | dreamlike on a | ccount of that | frosting. |
| G | D | A | Em | A | |
| With | ten miles be | hind me and | ten thousand | more to go. |
| G | A | D | |
| There's a | song that they sing when they | take to the | highway. |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| A | song that they | sing when they | take to the | sea. |
| G | A | D | |
| A | song that they sing of they're | home in the | sky. |
| Bm | G | D | E | |
| Maybe | you can be | lieve it if it | helps you to | sleep. |
| A | E | A | A | |
| But | singing works just | fine for | me. |
| D | G | A | D | |
| CHORUS: | Goodnight you | moonlight | lad | ies. |
| Bm | G | D | |
| Rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James. |
| Bm | G | D | D | |
| Deep greens and | blues are the | colors I | choose. |
| A | E | A | A | |
| Won't you | let me go | down in my | dreams. |
| G | A | D | |
| And | rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James. |

--------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
| G | Em | |
| 1) Almost | heaven, | West Virginia, |
| 2) All my mem'ries, gather round her, |
| D | C | G | |
| 1) | Blue Ridge Mountains, | Shenandoah | River. |
| 2) miner's lady, stranger to blue water. |
| Em | |
| 1) Life is old there, | older than the trees, |
| 2) Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, |
| D | |
| 1) | younger than the mountains |
| 2) misty taste of moonshine |
| C | G | |
| 1) | growin' like a breeze | . |
| 2) teardrop in my eye. |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| Ref.) Country | roads, take me | home, to the | place I be | long. |
| G | D | C | G | |
| West Vir | ginia, Mountain | momma, take me | home Country | roads |
| Bridge) Em D G |
| I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, |
| C | G | D | |
| the | radio rem | inds her of my | home far away |
| Em | D | C | |
| and | driving down the | road I get a | feeling |
| G | D | D7 | G | |
| that I | should have been home | yesterday, | yester | day. |
| From: 'theTone' |
| Date: Tue, 27 Jun 1995 11:16:32 MET |
| Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver |
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| A | A | A | A |
| A | F#m | |
| Almost | heaven, | West Virginia, |
| E | D | A | |
| Blue Ridge Mountains, | Shenandoah | River. |
| A | F#m | |
| Life is old there, | older than the trees, |
| E | D | A | |
| Younger than the mountains | growin' like a br | eeze |
| A | E | |
| Country | Roads, take me | home |
| F#m | D | |
| To the | place I be | long: |
| A | E | |
| West Vir | ginia, mountain | momma, |
| D | A | |
| Take me | home, Country | Roads. |
| All my mem'ries gather 'round her, |
| Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. |
| Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, |
| Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. |
| Country Roads .... |
| F#m | E | A | |
| I hear her | voice, in the | mornin' hours she calls me, |
| D | A | E | |
| The | radio re | minds me of my | home far away, |
| F#m | G | |
| And | drivin' down the | road |
| D | A | E | E7 | |
| I get a | feelin' that I | should have been home | yesterday, yester | day. |
| Country Roads .... |
| E | A | |
| Take me | home, Country | Roads, |
| E | A | |
| Take me | home, Country | Roads. |
| haveFunWithIt |

| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| My | life has been a | tapestry of | rich and royal | hue, |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| an | everlasting | vision of the | everchanging | view, |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| a | wondrous woven | magic in | bits of blue and | gold, |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | |
| a | tapestry to | feel and see, im | possible to | hold. |
| Emaj7 | B9 | Emaj7 | B9 | |
| Once amid the | soft silver | sadness in the | sky |
| E | B9 | E | B7 | |
| there | came a man of | fortune, a | drifter passing | by |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| he | wore a torn and | tattered cloth ar | ound his leathered | hide |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | F#m7 | B7 | |
| and a | coat of many | colors, yellow- | green on either | side. |
| G | D7sus | D7 | Gmaj7 | D7 | |
| He | moved with some un | certain | ty, as | if he didn't | know |
| G | D7sus | D7 | Gmaj7 | D7 | |
| just what he was | there | for, or | where he ought to | go |
| B | Gb7 | Abm7 | B | |
| once he reached for | something golden | hanging from a | tree |
| Emaj7 | Gb | |
| and his | hand came down - emp | ty. |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| Soon within my | tapestry al | ong the rutted | road |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| he | sat down on a | river rock and | turned into a | toad, |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| it | seemed that he had | fallen into | someone's wicked | spell, |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | |
| and I | wept to see him | suffer, though I | didn't know him | well. |
| F | C7 | F | C7 | |
| As I watched in | sorrow, there | suddenly ap | peared |
| F | C7 | F | C7 | |
| a | figure gray and | ghostly be | neath a flowing | beard |
| Gm7 | C | Bb | C | |
| in | times of deepest | darkness, I've | seen him dressed in | black |
| Bbmaj7 | Am7 | Gm | C7 | |
| now my | tapestry's unr | avelling; he's | come to take me | back, |
| Gm7 | D9sus | Dm7/4 | |
| he's | come to take me | back. |
| F C7 F C7 F. |
| D9sus = x00553 |
| Dm7/4 = x00011 |
| -- | |
| pjoe@charon.muc.de |

| Intro has one bar of each chord: |
| D | G | D | A |
| D | G | |
| You who are on the | road |
| D | A | |
| Must have a | code that you can live | by |
| D | G | |
| And | so become your | self |
| D | A | |
| Because the | past is just a good- | bye. |
| D | G | |
| Teach your children | well, |
| D | A | |
| Their father's | hell did slowly go | by, |
| D | G | |
| And | feed them on your | dreams |
| D | A | |
| The one they | picks, the one you'll know | by. |
| D | G | D | |
| Don't you ever ask them | why, if they told you, you will | cry, |
| Bm | G | A | |
| So just look at them and | sigh |
| D | |
| and know they | love you. |
| G | D | A | |
| D | G | |
| And you, of tender | years, |
| D | A | |
| Can't know the | fears that your elders | grew by, |
| D | G | |
| And | so please help them with your | youth, |
| D | A | |
| They seek the | truth before they | can die. |
| D | G | |
| Teach your parents | well, |
| D | A | |
| Their children's | hell will slowly | go by, |
| D | G | |
| And | feed them on your | dreams |
| D | A | |
| The one they | picks, the one you'll | know by. |
| D | G | D | |
| Don't you ever ask them | why, if they told you, you will | cry, |
| Bm | G | A | |
| So just look at them and | sigh |
| D | |
| and know they | love you. |
| G | D | A | D | |
| Wish you well, |
| Orangegazelle |

| C | Am | |
| I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom to | ld |
| G | |
| I have squa | ndered my resistance |
| C | |
| For a pocketful of mum | bles such are promises |
| Am | G | F | |
| All lies and | jest still a m | an hears what he wa | nts to hear |
| C | G | C | |
| And disregards the r | est |
| Am | |
| When I left my home and family I was no more than a b | oy |
| G | |
| In the co | mpany of strangers |
| Dm7 | C | |
| In the q | uiet of a r | ailway station running scared |
| Am | G | F | |
| Laying | low seeking o | ut the poorer qua | rters where the ragged people go |
| G | F | Em | Dm | C | |
| Looking f | or the places o | nly t | hey w | ould k | now |
| Am | |
| Lie-la-l | ie |
| G | |
| Lie-la-l | ie la lie-la-lie |
| Am | |
| Lie la l | ie |
| G | F | G | C | |
| Lie-la-lie la la la la l | ie la la la | la l | ie |
| Am | |
| Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a j | ob |
| G | |
| But I get no off | ers |
| Dm7 | C | |
| Just a co | me-on from the wh | ores on seventh avenue |
| Am | Dm7 | G | F | C | |
| I do dec | lare there were tim | es when | I was | so lonesome I took some comfort th | ere |
| G | C | |
| Ooo-la-l | a la la la la |
| Am | |
| Lie-la-l | ie |
| G | |
| Lie-la-l | ie la lie-la-lie |
| Am | |
| Lie la l | ie |
| G | F | G | C | |
| Lie-la-lie la la la la l | ie la la la | la l | ie |
| C | |
| Then I'm laying out my winter clothes |
| G7 | C | Am | |
| And | wishing I was g | one |
| G | Dm7 | G7 | G | C | |
| Going h | ome where the | New York | City winters aren | 't | bleeding me |
| Am | |
| Leading me |
| G | |
| Going Ho | me |
| C | Am | |
| In the | clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his | trade |
| G | |
| And he car | ries the reminders |
| G7 | C | Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| Of e | v'ry glove that l | aid him down or cut him ' | till he | cried out |
| Am | |
| In his anger and his sha | me |
| G | F | C | |
| 'I am Le | aving, I am Lea | ving.' But the Fighter still r | emains |
| G | C | G | F | C | Am | |
| Lie-la-l | ie |
| G | |
| Lie-la-l | ie la lie-la-lie |
| Am | |
| Lie la l | ie |
| G | F | Am | |
| L | ie-la-lie la la la la lie | la la la la l | ie |
| Repeat & Fade |

| Dm | Dm(maj7 | Dm7 | Dm6 | |
| If | I could save | time in a | bottle |
| Gm6 | A7 | |
| The | first thing that I'd like to | do |
| Dm | Dm7 | B- | Gm7 | Dm | |
| Is to | save every | day till | eternity | passes | away |
| Gm | A7 | |
| Just to | spend them with | you. |
| Dm | Dm(maj7 | Dm7 | Dm6 | |
| If | I could make | days last | forever |
| Gm6 | A7 | |
| If w | ords could make wishes come t | rue |
| Dm | Dm7 | B- | Gm7 | Dm | |
| I'd sa | ve every da | y like a | treasure | and the | n |
| Gm | A7 | |
| Again, I | would spend the | m with you. |
| D | Dmaj7 | |
| Chorus: But there | never seems to | be enough time |
| | D6 D G Gmaj7 |
| | To do the things you want to do Once you find them |
| | Em7 A7 D Dmaj7 |
| | I've looked around enough to know |
| | D6 D G Gmaj7 Em7 A7 |
| | That you're the one I want to go through time with. |
| Dm | Dm(maj7 | Dm7 | Dm6 | |
| If | I had a box | just for | wishes |
| Gm6 | A7 | |
| And | dreams that had never come | true |
| Dm | Dm7 | B- | Gm7 | Dm | |
| The | box would be | empty | except for the | memory |
| Gm | 7 | |
| Of how | they were answer | ed by you |
| (CHORUS) |
| From: spb0457@zeus.tamu.edu (SubGenius) |
| Subject: 'Time In A Bottle' (Jim Croce) |
| TIME IN A BOTTLE |
| --Words and Music by Jim Croce |
| Chords: |
| Dm | Dm(maj7 | Dm7 | Dm6 | Gm6 | |
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| A7 | B- | Gm7 | D | Em7 | |
| ==O===O===O ====O====== ====O====== ====O====== O=====O===O |
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| G | D6 | Dmaj7 | Gmaj7 | |
| ==X=O=O=O== ====O===O== =========== ==X=O=O=O== |
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|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-|
| | | | | | | | | | * | * | | | * * * | | | | | * |
|-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-| |-|-|-|-|-|
| * | | | | * | | | | | | | | | | | | * | | | | | |
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Dm | Dm(maj7 | Dm7 | Dm6 | |
| If | I could save | time in a b | ottle, |
| Gm6 | A7 | |
| The f | irst thing that I'd like to | do |
| Dm | Dm7 | B- | Gm7 | Dm | |
| Is to s | ave every | day 'till e | ternity p | asses a | way, |
| Gm | A7 | |
| Just to s | pend them with | you. |
| Cborus |
| If I could make days last forever, |
| If words could make wishes come true, |
| I'd save every day like a treasure and then |
| Again I would spend them with you. |
| Cborus |
| If I had a box just for wishes, |
| And dreams that had never come true, |
| The box would be empty except for the memory of |
| How they were answered by you. |
| Cborus |
| Chorus: |
| D | Dmaj7 | |
| But there ne | ver seems to | be enough time |
| D6 | D | G | Gmaj7 | |
| To | do the tings you w | ant to do once you f | ind them |
| 1 Em7 | 3/A7 | D | Dmaj7 | |
| bar] | 4 bar] I've loo | ked around en | ough to know |
| D6 | D | G | |
| That y | ou're the one I w | ant to go through t | ime with. |
| Gmaj7 | Em7 | 1 A7 | |
| 1 bar] | 1 bar] | bar] |
| On the last go 'round, play and hold Dm. |

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|-2---||-------------2---||
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| Em | C | |
| It's the t | ime of the season |
| When the love runs high |
| Em | C | |
| In this t | ime give it to me easy |
| Em | G | |
| And let me | try with pleasured h | ands |
| Em | G | |
| (To take you in the | sun to) promised l | ands |
| Em | |
| (To show you every | one) |
| D | C | G/B | Am | E | |
| It's t | he t | ime of the | season for | lovi | ng |
| VERSE 2: |
| What's your name? (what's your name) |
| Who's your daddy? (who's your daddy) |
| (He rich) Is he rich like me? |
| Has he taken (has he taken) |
| Any time (any time) |
| (To show) To show you what you need to live |
| (Tell it to me slowly) Tell you why |
| (I really want to know) |
| It's the time of the season for loving |
| (organ solo; same chords as above) |
| (repeat verse 2) |
| (organ solo over Em...C to fade) |

| G | Em | |
| When this old world starts | getting me down |
| C | D | G | |
| And | people are just too | much for me to | face |
| Em | |
| I'll climb way up to the | top of the stairs |
| C | D | G | |
| And | all my cares just | drift right into | space |
| C | |
| On the roof it's peaceful as can be |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| And | there the world be | low don't bother | me |
| G | Em | |
| So | when I come home feelin' | tired and beat |
| C | D | G | |
| I'll | go up where the | air is fresh and | sweet |
| Em | |
| I'll get away from the | hustling crowd |
| C | D | G | |
| And | all that rat-race | noise down in the | street |
| C | |
| On the roof that's the only place I know |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Where | you just have to | wish to make it | so |
| (Lets go up on the roof) |
| Lead |
| C | |
| At night the stars put on a show for free |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| And | darling you can | share it all with | me |
| I keep on telling you that |
| G | Em | |
| Right smack dab in the | middle of town |
| C | D | G | |
| I've | found a para | dise that's trouble | proof |
| G | Em | |
| And if | this old world starts | getting you down |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| There's | room enough for | two up on the | roof |
| C | D | |
| Up on the | roof |
| G | Em | |
| Up on the | roof |
| C | D | G | |
| Up on the | roof |
| _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
| ___ _ _ Glen Macon |
| _ __ __ any-net: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com |
| _ _ __ _ Standard disclaimer... |
| _ ___ _ _ _ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do |
| _ _ _ _ Who wants to know... |
| _ _ _ _ |
| ___ _ _ |
| _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
| All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. |

| VERSE 1 |
| G | Am | |
| Starry starry | night, paint your palette | blue and grey, |
| C | |
| look out on a | summer's day with |
| D7 | G | |
| eyes that know the darkness in my | soul. |
| G | Am | |
| Shadows on the | hills, sketch the trees and the | daffodills |
| C | |
| catch the breeeze and the | winter chills, in |
| D7 | G | Am | Bm | Am | G | |
| colors on the snowy linen | land. |
| CHORUS |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| Now I under | stand, | what you tried to | say to me, |
| Em | Am7 | |
| how you suffered for your | sanity, |
| D7 | Em | |
| how you tried to set them | free - |
| A7 | Am7 | |
| They would not listen they did | not know | how, |
| D7 | G | |
| perhaps they'll listen | now. |
| VERSE 2 |
| G | Am | |
| Starry starry | night, flaming flowers that | brightly blaze, |
| C | |
| swirling clouds in | violet haze |
| D7 | G | |
| reflect in Vincent's eyes of china | blue. |
| G | Am | |
| Colors changing | hue, morning fields of amber | grain, |
| C | |
| weathered faces | lined in pain are |
| D7 | G | |
| soothed beneath the artists' loving | hand. |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| BRIDGE |
| G | Am7 | |
| For they could not | love you, |
| D7 | G | G/F# | E | |
| but still your love was | true, |
| Am7 | |
| and when no | hope was left in sight |
| Cm | |
| on that | starry starry night |
| G | F7 | E7 | |
| you | took your life as | lovers often | do. |
| Am7 | |
| But I | could have told you Vincent, |
| C | D7 | |
| this | world was never meant for one as | beautiful as you. |
| VERSE 3 |
| G | Am | |
| Starry starry | night, portraits hung in | empty halls, |
| C | |
| frameless heads on | nameless walls with |
| D7 | G | |
| eyes that watch the world and can't for | get. |
| G | |
| Like the strangers that you've | met, |
| Am | |
| the ragged men in | ragged clothes, |
| C | |
| the silver thorn of | bloody rose lie |
| D7 | G | |
| crushed and broken on the virgin | snow. |
| CHORUS B |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| Now I | think I know, | what you tried to | say to me, |
| Em | Am7 | |
| how you suffered for your | sanity, |
| D7 | Em | |
| how you tried to set them | free - |
| A7 | Am7 | |
| They would not listen, they're | not listening | still, |
| D7 | G | |
| perhaps they never | will. |

| Am | D7 | G | |
| Now that i've | lost every thing to | you |
| G | Cmaj7 | F | |
| You say you | wanna start something n | ew |
| F | Dm | E | |
| And it's | breaking my heart you're | leaving |
| E | |
| Baby I'm grievin' |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| But if you want to | leave take good c | are |
| G | Cmaj7 | F | |
| Hope you have a | lot of nice things to | wear |
| F | Dm | E | G7 | |
| But then a | lot of nice things turn bad | out | there |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| Oh | baby baby it's a | wild | world |
| G | F | C | |
| It's hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| Oh | baby baby it's a | wild | world |
| G | F | C | D | E | |
| I'll always remem | ber youlike a | child, girl |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| You know i've seen | a lot of what the world can | do |
| G | Cmaj7 | F | |
| And it's break | ing my heart in | two |
| F | Dm | E | |
| Because I | never want ot see you | sad girl |
| E | |
| Don't be a bad girl |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| But if you want to | leave take good c | are |
| G | Cmaj7 | F | |
| Hope you make a | lot of nice friends out th | ere |
| F | Dm | E | G7 | |
| But just re | member theres a lot of | bad | out there |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| Oh | baby baby it's a | wild | world |
| G | F | C | |
| It's hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| Oh | baby baby it's a | wild | world |
| G | F | C | D | E | Am | D7 | G | Cmaj7 | F | Dm7 | |
| I'll always remem | ber youlike a | child, girl |
| Am | D7 | G | Cmaj7 | F | Dm7 | E | Am | |
| Baby I love you |
| Am | D7 | G | |
| But if you want to | leave take good | care |
| G | C | F | |
| Hope you make a l | ot of nice friends out | there |
| F | Dm | E | G7 | |
| But just rem | ember theres a lot of | bad out the | re |

| C | Am | Dm | G7 | |
| Tonight you're | mine com | pletely, |
| C | Am | Dm | G | |
| You give your | love so | sweetly, |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| To | night the | light of | love is in your eyes, |
| F | G7 | C | |
| But will you | love me to | morrow? |
| C | Am | Dm | G7 | |
| Is this a | lasting | treasure, |
| C | Am | Dm | G | |
| Or just a | moment's | pleasure, |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| Can | I be | lieve the m | agic of your sighs, |
| F | G7 | C | |
| Will you still | love me to | morrow? |
| F | Em | |
| Tonight with words un | spoken, |
| F | G7 | C | |
| You said that | I'm the only | one, |
| F | Em | |
| But will my heart be | broken, |
| Am | |
| When the | night (When the night) |
| D7 | F | G7 | |
| Meets the m | orning | sun. |
| C | Am | Dm | G7 | |
| I'd like to | know that | your love, |
| Am | Dm | |
| Is | love I can be | sure of, So |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| Tell me | now and I | won't ask again, Base run A G F |
| F | G7 | C | |
| Will you still | love me to | morrow? |
| F | G7 | C | |
| Will you still | love me to | morrow? |

| Asus2 | |
| The legend lives on from the |
| Em | G | |
| Chippewa on down, of the | big lake |
| D | Asus2 | Em | |
| they | call Gitche | Gumee, the lake it is said never | gives up its |
| G | D | Asus2 | |
| dead when the | skies of No | vember turn | gloomy, with a load of |
| iron |
| Em | G | D | |
| ore twenty-six | thousand tons more, than the | Edmund Fitz | gerald |
| Asus2 | Em | |
| weighed | empty, that good ship and crew, was a | bone to be chewed, |
| G | D | Asus2 | |
| when the | gales of No | vember came | early. |
| The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in |
| Wisconsin, as the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with a crew and |
| good captain well seasoned, concluding some terms with a couple of steel |
| firms, when they left fully loaded for Cleveland, and later that night when |
| the ships bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feeling. |
| The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound, and a wave broke over the |
| railing, and every man knew as the captain did too, twas the witch of |
| November come stealing, the dawn came late and breakfast had to wait, when |
| the gales of November came slashing, when the afternoon came it was freezing |
| rain, in the face of a hurricane west wind. |
| When suppertime came the old cook came on deck, saying fellas its too rough |
| to feed you, at seven p.m. a main hatch way caved in, he said fellas its |
| been good to know you. the captain wired in, he had water coming in, and the |
| good ship and crew were in peril, and later that night when his lights went |
| of sight, came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. |
| Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the waves turn the minutes |
| to hours, the searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay, if they'd |
| put fifteen more miles behind her, they might have split up, or they might |
| have capsized, they may have broke deep and took water, all that remains is |
| the faces and names of the wives and the sons and the daughters. |
| Lake Huron rolls, Superior swings, in the rooms of her ice water mansions, |
| old Michigan steams like a young mans dreams, the islands and bays are for |
| sportsmen, and farther below Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie can send |
| her, and the iron boats go as the mariners all know, with the gales of |
| November remembered. |
| In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, in the Maritime Sailors |
| Cathedral, the church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times, for each |
| man on the Edmund Fitzgerald, The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down, |
| of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee, the lake it is said never gives up |
| its dead when the gales of November come early. |

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| If the sky above you grows dark and full of clouds, |
| And that old north wind begins to blow. |
| Keep your head together, and call my name out loud, |
| Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door. |
| You just call out my name, and you know where I am, |
| I'll come running to see you again. |
| Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call, |
| And I'll be there, yes I will. |
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| You just call out my name, and you know where I am, |
| I'll come running to see you again. |
| Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call, |
| And I'll be there, yes I will, you've got a friend. |