Odessa Sam Baker
Artist: Sam Baker
tabbed by: CYGUITARS
capo on 2nd fret, standard tuning.
[C]While we seek mirth and beauty and m[F]usic light and ga[C]y,
There are frail forms fa[G]inting at the do[C]or.
[C]Though their voices are silent, their pl[F]eading looks will s[C]ay,
Oh, hard times, c[G]ome again no mo[C]re.
[C]There's the song, the s[F]igh of the we[C]ary.
Hard times, hard times, c[G]ome again no mor[C]e.
[C]Many days you have lingered on aro[F]und my cabin do[C]or.
Oh, hard times, co[G]me again no mo[C]re.
[C]He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
[F]he played for Mojo back in the boom
[G]drove a Corvette took what he wanted from peo[F]ple
they learned to give him lots of r[Am]oom
[C]Well he never learned to work
[F]but that never really mattered
[G]because the dark crude flowed
[Am]the wild oats scattered
[C]the dark, crude, it flowed
[G]He fought, he flattered
[F]and he got what he wanted
[Am]it was the only thing that mattered
Well life was easy and the big jacks pumped
pooring cash from the permian field
There were cabinets full of high grade scotch
garage, full of high speed steel
Then he killed a girl when he rolled the Corvette
Daddy's money made the lawyers go away
his mother bought vodka with all that cash
she kind of knew, yeah she kind of knew
Well he's an old man now
lives on his dead Daddy's place
never took a wife, gunna die without a trace
you see he loved the girl who was pinned in the 'vette
he talkes to her everyday
her face face was blood and diamonds
he remembers her, that way.
[Outro](same chords as Intro)
There's a pale droopy maiden who toiled her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighin' all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.