A Lot Like Me Mary Chapin Carpenter
<br/> A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)<br/> -------------------------------------<br/> [Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two<br/> chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]<br/> <br/> C C F F G G C G C C F F G G C G<br/> [intro]<br/> <br/> C C F F<br/> He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind<br/> Dm G C G<br/> He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes<br/> C Em F F<br/> And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night<br/> Dm G F - G C G<br/> Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight<br/> <br/> C C F F<br/> So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar<br/> Dm G C G<br/> I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we<br/> C Em F F<br/> Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot<br/> Dm G F - G C<br/> In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop<br/> <br/> F G<br/> 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams<br/> C - Em F<br/> With my cowboy boots and my old six-string<br/> Dm G C - Em F<br/> Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars<br/> C Em/B Am - G F<br/> When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine<br/> Dm G F - G<br/> Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me<br/> C C F F G G C G<br/> (me) [instrumental]<br/> <br/> He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free<br/> No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing<br/> But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind<br/> So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time<br/> <br/> So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two<br/> And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do<br/> There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them<br/> all the time<br/> But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes<br/> <br/> 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots<br/> and my old six-string<br/> Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars<br/> When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine<br/> Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me<br/> <br/> C C F F G G C G C Em F F Dm G F-G C<br/> [violin solo] [harmonica solo]<br/> <br/> Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own<br/> But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home<br/> It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound<br/> But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found<br/> <br/> 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots<br/> and my old six-string<br/> Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars<br/> When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine<br/> Dm G F - G Am<br/> Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me<br/> Dm G F - G<br/> Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me<br/> C C F F G G C C.<br/> (me) [instrumental]<br/> <br/> <br/> - Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com<br/> <br/> </div> </div> <div class="breadcrumbs">
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