
| D | G |
e|-------------------------------------------3----3--3------------------- B|--------------3---------1-----7---------7--3h5--5--5p3--3-------------- G|--0--------------0--h2-----------7--h9------------------4--0----------- D|-----4--2--0---------------0------------------------------------------- A|------------------------------------------------------------------75-- D|--------------------------------------------------------------/9-------
| Verse: |
| G | C | |
| Th | ey're gonna put me in the mo | vies |
| G | D | |
| Th | ey're gonna make a big star out of | me |
| G | C | |
| Th | ey'll make a film about a man that's sad and lo | nely |
| D | G | |
| And a | ll I gotta do is Act Natu | rally. |
| Middle: |
| D | G | |
| Well I b | et you I'm gonna be a b | ig star |
| D | G | |
| I might w | in an Oscar You can never t | ell |
| D | G | |
| The mo | vies gonna make me a big s | tar |
| A | D | |
| 'Cos | I can play the part so w | ell. |
| Verse: |
| We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely |
| And begging down upon his bended knee |
| I'll play the part But I won't need rehearsin' |
| Cos all I gotta do is Act Naturally. |
| Guitar Solo (play this twice): |
| D | G |
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|--------------0------------0---------5--5------------------------------ A|---------------------3------------3--------b(7)5----------------------- D|--5--4--2--0-----/7-----0-----/7------------------7b(9)--5-------------
| Well I bet you I'm gonna be a big star |
| I might win an Oscar You can never tell |
| The movies gonna make me a big star |
| 'Cos I can play the part so well. |
| Well I hope you come and see me in the movies |
| Then I know that you will plainly see |
| The biggest fool that ever hit the big time |
| And all I gotta do is Act Naturally. |
| Ending: |
| D | G |
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|--------------0------------4-------4--5--5----------------------------- A|---------------------3--------5/7-----------b(7)5---------------------- D|--5--4--2--0-----/7-----0--------------------------7b(9)--5------------
| ========================================================================== |
| Assorted guitar licks: |
| Example licks for verse: |
| They're gonna put me in the movies |
e|-----3----3------------------------------------------------------------ B|-----0----0----------------------1---------------1--------------------- G|-----0----0----------------------0---------0-----0---------0----------- D|-------------------0----------------0--h2-----------0--h2-------------- A|----------------------0---2---3---------------3------------------------ D|--5-------------5------------------------------------------------------
| They're gonna make a big star out of me |
e|----------3---------3-------------------------------------------------- B|----------0---------0-------------------------------------------------- G|----------0---------0--------------------0---------0------------------- D|--------------------------------------------0--h2-----2--0------------- A|------------------------------------------------------------3--2--0---- D|--5--------------------5---5----4--2--0--------------------------------
| They'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely |
e|--------------3--------3----------3----------------------------------------- B|--------------0--------0----------0----------------------------------------- G|--------------0--------0----------0-----------------0-------0--0--0-------0- D|-------------------------------------------------------0h2-----------0h2---- A|-----------------------------------------0---2---3-------------------------- D|----------5-------------------5---------------------------------------------
| And all I gotta do is Act Naturally |
e|------------2---------2------------------------------------------------ B|------------3---------3-----------------5--3--------------------------- G|------------2---------2------------2/4--------4--0--------------------- D|------0---------------------------------------------------------------- A|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|-----------------------------------------------------------------------
| Example licks for middle part: |
| Well I bet you I'm gonna be a big star I might |
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| ..win an Oscar You can never tell (repeat above) |
| The movies gonna make me a big star 'Cos I |
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|--------------------------------5-----5-----5-----5-----6-------7------ A|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|--------------------0--2--4--5-----5-----5-----5-----6-----7-----------
| can play the part so well. |
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|---------------------------12------10-----9-----7---------------------- A|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|-----------------------12------10------9-----7-------------------------
| One other famous lick: |
| Then I know that you will plainly see |
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------------------------------------------------------------- G|----------------------------------------------------------------------- D|---------------------------------------------------0------------------- A|--------------------------------------------0--h2-----2--p0------------ D|-----------------------5----4--2----0--3h4-------------------4--5------ -------------------------------------------------------------------------
| Tab Special Notations: |
----0---- play the open string ('fret zero')
----5---- play fret five
----5~--- play fret five with vibrato
---5/7--- play fret five, slide up to fret seven
---75--- play fret seven, slide down to fret five
| --8b(9)-- play fret eight, bend the string (at fret eight) to reach |
| the pitch of fret nine |
| --b(9)8-- play fret eight already bent to the pitch of fret nine, |
| unbending until it reaches the normal pitch of fret eight |
----h7--- hammer-on to fret seven ----p5--- pull-off to fret five ---/7---- slide up to fret 7 (the starting fret of the slide is
| undefined, judge by ear) |
---15--- play fret 15, slide down (the ending fret of the slide is
| undefined, judge by ear) |
---0h3--- play the open string and immediately hammer-on to fret
| three |
---7p5--- play fret seven and immediately pull-off to fret five

| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| Close your | eyes and I'll | kiss you, to | morrow I'll | miss you, |
| G | Em | C | A7 | |
| re | member I'll | always be | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| And then | while I'm a | way I'll write | home every | day |
| G | A7 | D | |
| and I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| I'll pre | tend that I'm | kissing, the | lips I am | missing |
| G | Em | C | A7 | |
| and | hope that my | dreams will come | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| And then | while I'm a | way I'll write | home every | day |
| G | A7 | D | |
| and I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Bm | Bb+ | D | |
| All my | loving | I will send to | you. |
| Bm | Bb+ | D | |
| All my | loving, | darling I'll be | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| Close your | eyes and I'll | kiss you, to | morrow I'll | miss you, |
| G | Em | C | A7 | |
| re | member I'll | always be | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm | |
| And then | while I'm a | way I'll write | home every | day |
| G | A7 | D | |
| and I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Bm | Bb+ | D | |
| All my | loving, | I will send to | you. |
| Bm | Bb+ | D | |
| All my | loving, | darling I'll be | true. |
| Bm | Bb+ | D | Bm | Bb+ | D | |
| All my | loving, | All my Loving | oo oo, all my | loving, | I will send to | you. |

| A | |
| I said 'I love | you,' |
| D | |
| She began to | cry. |
| A | |
| She said she needed a | friend, |
| D | |
| I said 'I'll | try.' |
| A | |
| Soon we'd say | nothing, |
| D | |
| Somehow I never wondered | why, |
| C | |
| You see, she | left me, |
| D | |
| She | left me, |
| A | D | |
| I'm | alone. |
| I'd loved her always, |
| She didn't know. |
| I tried patience, |
| Let a friendship grow. |
| I tried to keep her, |
| That's what made her go. |
| You see, she left me, |
| She left me, |
| I'm alone. |
| Beauty and the beast |
| Was how it seemed to be. |
| A love like hers |
| Aint meant for guys like me. |
| Some call me crazy, |
| Some politely call me free, |
| but either way |
| You see, she left me, |
| She left me, |
| I'm alone. |
| A | |
| I'm trying to forget you but it just won't work, |
| D | |
| I think I'm | losing my mind, I think I'm going berzerk, |
| A | |
| I love you | with a passion that you just don't know, |
| D | |
| And I kin | da wish right now that I was telling you so, |
| A | |
| I could rant, | or rave, or play some little game, |
| D | |
| But when I | look into your eyes, it all seems the same, |
| A | |
| You weren't | meant for me and that's a sad but true fact, |
| D | |
| Now I don't | care how I look and don't care how I act, |
| A | |
| You set me | free; I'm a man among men, |
| D | |
| But when I | think of what I missed it starts all again, |
| A | |
| Now alone | in the darkness of each new day, |
| D | |
| My heart is | on its own. |
| A | |
| I wanna | rip it from my chest and throw it away, |
| D | |
| Watch this bassman take me home. |
| I guess some day, |
| Love will soon be here, |
| And maybe then, |
| I'll see things more clear. |
| I guess I got excited, |
| Cause it felt so near, |
| and |
| You see, she left me, |
| She left me, |
| I'm alone. |
| But I know I'd give my life, |
| Just to hold her now, |
| And who knows? |
| I might see her around. |
| Hopes can always go up. |
| Tears can only come down. |
| You see, she left me. |
| She left me, |
| I'm alone. |
| END |
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| G | D | C | G | |
| Half a mile from the | county fair, and the | rain came pouring | down |
| G | D | C | G | |
| Me and Billy | standing there with a | silver half a | crown |
| G | D | C | G | |
| Hands full of | fishing gear, and the | tackle on our | backs |
| G | D | C | G | |
| We just stood there | getting wet, with our | backs against the | fence |
| CHORUS |
| Am | D | |
| Oh, the | water |
| Am | D | |
| Oh, the | water |
| Am | D | Em | |
| Oh, the | water |
| D (arpeggio) |
| Let it run all over me |
| G | C | G | |
| And it stoned me | to my soul |
| G | D | |
| Stoned me just like | jelly roll |
| Em | G | |
| And it | stoned | me |
| G | C | G | |
| And it stoned me | to my soul |
| G | D | |
| Stoned me just | going home |
| Em | G | |
| And it | stoned | me |
| And the rain let up, and the sun came out, we were getting dry |
| Almost glad a pickup truck nearly passed us by |
| So we jumped right in and the driver grinned and he dropped us up the road |
| We looked at the swim, and we jumped right in not to mention fishing poles |
| CHORUS |
| On the way back home we sang a song, but our throats were getting dry |
| Then we saw the man from across the road with the sunshine in his eyes |
| Well he lived all alone in his own little home with a great big |
| gallon jar |
| There were bottles too, one for me and you, and he said 'Hey there you are' |
| CHORUS |

| C | C7 | |
| Now I'm just a bar | tender |
| F | Dm7 | |
| And I | don't like my | work |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| But I d | on't mind the money at | all |
| C | C7 | |
| I see l | ots of sad f | aces |
| F | Dm7 | |
| And l | ots of bad | cases |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| Of | folks with their backs to the w | all |
| C | C7 | F | Dm7 | |
| Chorus: But I need | four walls a | round me to | hold my | life |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| To | keep me from going a- | stra | y |
| C | C7 | F | Dm7 | |
| And a | honky-tonk an | gel to h | old me tight |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| To | keep me from slipping | away |
| C | C7 | |
| I can l | ight up your | smokes |
| F | Dm7 | |
| I can l | augh at your | jokes |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| I can w | atch you fall down on your | knees |
| C | C7 | |
| I can c | lose down this | bar |
| F | Dm7 | |
| I can g | as up my | car |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| I can p | ack up and mail in my | key |
| Chorus: |
| C | C7 | |
| Now, the | smoke fills the | air |
| F | Dm7 | |
| In this | honky-tonk b | ar |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| And I'm t | hinking 'bout where I'd rather | be |
| C | C7 | |
| But I b | urned all my b | ridges |
| F | Dm7 | |
| I s | ank all my s | hips |
| G | C | G | Am7 | G/B | |
| And I'm s | tranded at the edge of the | sea |
| Chorus: |
| ________________________________________________________________ |
| ___ Phil Bearce at HP San Jose - Components |
| (/__) /_ . /) internet: phil@hpmsfpb.sj.hp.com |
| / / )_(__(_ - 'Look out for that root.' -James Taylor |
| ________________________________________________________________ |

| Em | D | C | D | Em | D | C | B |
| Verse One: |
| Em | D | C | |
| Right now he's | probably slow dancing with a | bleached-blond tramp, |
| B | |
| and she's | probably getting frisky |
| Em | D | C | |
| right now, he's | probably buying her some | fruity little drink cause she |
| B | |
| can't shoot whiskey |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Right now, he's | probably up behind her with a | pool-stick, showing her ho | w |
| A | B | |
| to shoot a combo | And he don't | know |
| Chours: |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| That I | dug my key in | to the side of his | pretty little suped up | four wheel drive, |
| C | Em | B | |
| carved my name in | to his leather | seat |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| I took a | Louisville slugger to | both head lights,slas | hed a hole in all 4 t | ires |
| C | B | Em | D | C | B | |
| And | maybe next time he'll t | hink before he che | ats. |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Right now, she's | probably up singing some white- | trash version of Shania | karoke |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Right now, she's | probably saying 'I'm drunk' and he | 's a thinking that he's gon | na lucky, |
| Em | D | C | B | A | |
| Right now, he's | probably dabbing 3 | dollars worth of that | bathroom Polo |
| B | |
| And he don't | know |
| Chours: |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| That I | dug my key in | to the side of his | pretty little suped up | four wheel drive, |
| C | Em | B | |
| carved my name in | to his leather | seat |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| I took a | Louisville slugger to | both head lights,slash | ed a hole in all 4 tire | s |
| C B Em (hold) |
| And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. |
| G | D | C | |
| I mi | ght save a li | ttle trouble for the nex | t girl, |
| A | B | |
| Cause the next time | that he cheats |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Oh, you know it won't be on | me! |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Ohh...not on | me |
| Chours: |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| That I | dug my key in | to the side of his | pretty little supped up | four wheel drive, |
| C | Em | B | |
| carved my name in | to his leather | seat |
| C | Em | C | Em | |
| I took a | Louisville slugger to | both head lights,sla | shed a hole in all 4 tire | s |
| C | B | A | |
| And | maybe next time he'll | think before he | cheats. |
| C | B | Em | D | C | B | |
| May | be next time he'll | think before he che | ats. |
| Em | D | C | B | |
| Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think befor | e he ch | ea | ts |
| Em | |
| Ohh...before he c | heats |

| Intro: C G C G C G C |
| D | A7 | D | A7 | |
| One | evening, | as the | sun went | down |
| D | A7 | D | |
| And the | jungle | fire was | burning, |
| A7 | D | |
| Down the track came a | hobo, | hiking, |
| A7 | D | |
| And he said, 'Boys, | I'm not | turning. |
| G | D | G | D | |
| I'm | headed for a | land that's | far a- | way |
| G | A | |
| Be- | side the crystal | fountains. |
| D | A7 | D | A7 | |
| So | come with | me, we�ll | go and | see |
| D | A7 | D | |
| The | Big Rock | Candy | Mountain. |
| D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains |
| G | D | |
| There's a | land that's fair and | bright, |
| G | D | |
| Where the | handouts grow on | bushes |
| Em | A | |
| And you | sleep out ev'ry | night, |
| D | |
| Where the | boxcars all are empty, |
| G | D | |
| And the | sun shines ev'ry | day |
| G | D | G | D | |
| On the | birds and the | bees and the | cigarette | trees, |
| G | D | G | D | |
| The | lemonade | springs where the | bluebird | sings |
| A7 | D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains, |
| G | D | |
| All the | cops have wooden | legs, |
| G | D | |
| And the | bulldogs all have | rubber teeth |
| Em | A | |
| And the | hens lay soft-boiled | eggs. |
| D | |
| The | farmer's trees are full of fruit |
| G | D | |
| And the | barns are full of | hay. |
| G | D | G | D | |
| Oh I�m | bound to | go, where there | ain't no | snow, |
| G | D | G | D | |
| Where the | rain don't | fall and the | wind don't | blow |
| A7 | D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains, |
| G | D | |
| You | never change your | socks, |
| G | D | |
| And the | little streams of | alcohol |
| Em | A | |
| Come a- | trickling down the | rocks. |
| D | |
| The | brakemen have to tip their hats |
| G | D | |
| And the | railroad bulls are | blind, |
| G | D | G | D | |
| There's a | lake of | stew and of | whiskey, | too, |
| G | D | G | D | |
| You can | paddle all a- | round �em in a | big ca- | noe |
| A7 | D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains, |
| G | D | |
| The | jails are made of | tin, |
| G | D | |
| And | you can walk right | out again, |
| Em | A | |
| As | soon as you are | in. |
| D | |
| There | ain't no short-handled shovels |
| G | D | |
| No | axes, saws or | picks- |
| G | D | G | D | |
| I'm a- | going to | stay, where you | sleep all | day |
| G | D | G | D | |
| Where they | hung the | jerk that in- | vented | work |
| A7 | D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| G | D | G | D | |
| I�ll | see you | all this | comin� | fall |
| A7 | D | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |

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B|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|
G|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|
D|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|
A|-----2--3--2--|----2--23--2--|-----2--3--2--|--------------|
E|--3-----------|-3------------|--3----------3|--------------|
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| When I'm a wa | lkin' I | strut my st | uff, t | hen I'm | so strung | out. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| I'm | high as a | kite, | I just | might | stop to | check you | out. |
| Chorus: |
| Em | C | |
| Let me go | on, like a | blister in the sun. |
| Em | C | D | |
| Let me go | on, big | hands I know your the | one. |
| Verse 2: |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| Body be | ats, I | stain my s | heets. | I don't | even know | why. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| My g | irlfriend | she at | the en | d, sh | e is sta | rting to c | ry. |
| Chorus |
| Repeat Verses |
| end. |

| Gm | |
| take me back to my boat on the river |
| F | D7 | |
| i need to go down, | i need to calm down |
| Gm | |
| take me back to my boat on the river |
| F | Gm | |
| And i won't cry out | anymore |
| Gm | |
| Time stands still as i gaze in her waters |
| F | D7 | |
| she eases me down, touchin | g me gently |
| Gm | |
| With the waters that flow past my boat on the river |
| F | Gm | |
| So i won't cry out | anymore |
| F | |
| oh the river is wide |
| D7 | Gm | C | |
| the river it t | ouches my | life like the waves on the s | and |
| Cm | Gm | |
| And all roads lead to t | ranquility Base |
| A | D7 | |
| Where the frown on my face d | isappears |
| Gm | |
| take me back to my boat on the river |
| F | Gm | |
| And i won't cry out | anymore |
| F | |
| Oh the r | iver is deep |
| Gm | C | |
| the river it touches my | life like the waves on the | sand |
| Cm | Gm | |
| And all roads lead to t | ranquility Base |
| A | D7 | |
| Where the frown on my face d | isappears |
| Gm | |
| take me back to my boat on the river |
| F | D7 | |
| I need to go down, | I need to come down |
| Gm | |
| take me back to my boat on the river |
| F | Gm | |
| And i won't cry out | anymore |
| F | Gm | |
| And i won't cry out | anymore |
| D7 | Gm | |
| And i won't cry out a | nymore |
| _____________________________________________ |
| _____________________________________________ |

Boris the Spider By The Who >From A Quick One/Happy Jack, 1966/1967 Written by John Entwistle ©1966 TRO-Essex Music, Inc.
============== transcribed by Whotabs litgo@aol.com 05-19-1999 www.thewho.net/whotabs ==============
D5 x577xx Db5 x466xx C5 x355xx B5 x244xx Bb5 x133xx F5 133xxx G5 3x0033
[intro] |D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |
[verse] |D D Bb Bb F F G G |C | Look, he's crawling up my wall |C C G G Bb Bb F F |G | Black and hairy, ve-ry small |C C G G Bb Bb F F |C | Now he's up a-bove my head |C C G G Bb Bb F F |G | Hanging by a little thread
[chorus] |D Db C B Bb F |G |D Db C B Bb F |G | Boris the spider Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor Heading for the bedroom door Maybe he's as scared as me Where's he gone now, I can't see
[repeat chorus] Boris the spider Boris the spider
|F# G F# G F# G F# G|F# G F# G F# G F# G| Cree-py, craw-ly Cree-py, craw-ly |-------------------|-------------------| |-------------------|-------------------| |-------------------|-------------------| |4-/54-/54-/54-/5|---------%---------| |-------------------|-------------------| |-------------------|-------------------|
||:F# G F# G F# G F# G:||4 Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly ||--------------------------------|| ||--------------------------------|| ||.------------------------------.|| ||.4---/5-4---/5-4---/5-4---/5.|| ||--------------------------------|| ||--------------------------------||
There he is wrapped in a ball Doesn't seem to move at all Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly Creepy, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end (creepy, crawly) Don't think he will ever mend (creepy, crawly) Never more will he crawl 'round (creepy, crawly) He's embedded in the ground (creepy, crawly)
Boris the spider Boris the spider
============= litgo@aol.com

| C | G | |
| I don't know if | you can see, |
| Am | F | |
| The | changes that have come | over me. |
| C | G | |
| In these | last few days I've | been afraid, |
| Am | F | |
| That I | might drift | away. |
| C | G | |
| I've been | telling stories, | singing songs, |
| Am | F | |
| That | make me think about | where I come from. |
| C | G | |
| That's the reason | why I seem |
| Am | F | |
| So | far away | today. |
| (Chorus) |
| C | G | |
| Let me tell you that I | love you, |
| Am | F | |
| That I | think about you all the | time. |
| C | |
| Caledonia you're | calling me, |
| G | C | |
| Now I'm | going | home. |
| C | G | |
| But | if I shall become a | stranger, |
| Am | F | |
| Know that | it would make me more than | sad, |
| G | C | |
| Caledonia's been | everything I've ever | had. |
| Now I have moved and kept on moving, |
| Proved the points that I needed proving, |
| Lost the friends that I needed losing, |
| Found others on the way. |
| I have kissed the lads and left them crying, |
| Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying, |
| I have travelled hard sometimes with conscience |
| flying, |
| Somewhere in the wind. |
| (Chorus) |
| Now I'm sitting here before the fire, |
| The empty room, a forest choir, |
| The flames have cooled. don't get any higher, |
| They've withered now they've gone. |
| But I'm steady thinking my way is clear, |
| And I know what I will do tomorrow, |
| When hands have shaken, the kisses flowed, |
| Then I will disappear. |
| (Chorus) |

| D | C | Bb | D | |
| Come down off your | throne and | leave your body | alone |
| F | C | D | C | D | |
| Some | body must | change |
| D | C | Bb | D | |
| You are the | reason I've been | waiting so | long |
| F | C | D | C | D | |
| Some | body holds the | key |
| Chorus |
| G | A | D | Em | |
| Well I'm | weary and I | just ain't got the | time |
| Em | G | ? | Em | D | |
| And I'm wasted and I | can't find | my | way | home |
| D | C | Bb | D | |
| Come down on your | own and | leave your body | alone |
| F | C | D | C | D | |
| Some | body must | change |
| D | C | Bb | D | |
| You are the | reason I've been | waiting all these | years |
| F | C | D | C | D | |
| Some | body holds the | key |
| Chorus |

| Intro: ** Play '|' as strums or beats |
| Bm |||| A | |
| Bm |||| G | |
| Bm |||| A | D | |
| G | A | D | |
| Tried to a | mend my car | nivorous ha | bits |
| G | A | D | |
| Made it nearly | seventy da | ys |
| G | A | D | |
| Losin' we | ight without s | peed, eatin' sun | flower seeds |
| E | A | |
| Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and | soakin' up rays |
| G | A | D | |
| But at | night I'd | have these w | onderful dreams |
| G | A | Bm | |
| Some kind of | sensuous tre | at |
| G | D | G | D | |
| Not zuc | chini, fettu | cini or bu | lgar w | heat |
| G | D | A | D | |
| But a | big warm b | un and a h | uge hunk of m | eat |
| Chorus: |
| G | A | D | |
| Cheese | burger in | paradise |
| G | A | D | |
| Heaven on | Earth with an o | nion slice |
| G | A | D | |
| Not too par | ticular, no | t too precise |
| G | D | A | D | |
| I'm just a | Cheese | burger in | parad | ise |
| G | A | D | |
| Heard | about the old | time sailor | men |
| G | A | D | |
| They ea | t the sam | e thing again | and again |
| G | A | D | |
| Warm beer | and bread they | said could raise | the dead |
| E | A | |
| Well it reminds me of the menu at | a Holiday Inn |
| G | D | A | D | |
| But | times | change, | sailors these | days |
| G | A | Bm | |
| When I'm in port | I get what | I need |
| G | D | G | D | |
| Not | just Havanas | or bananas | or | daiquiris |
| G | D | A | D | |
| But | that American | creation | on which I | feed |
| Chorus: |
| G | A | D | |
| Cheeseburger | in | Paradise |
| G | A | D | |
| Medium rare | with mustard | be nice |
| G | A | D | |
| Heaven on | Earth with an | onion slice |
| G | D | A | D | |
| I'm just | a | Cheeseburger | in | Paradise |
| ** (Guitar Tacet throughout) |
| ** I like mine with lettuce and tomato |
| ** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes |
| ** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer |
| ** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my |
| Chorus: |
| Cheeseburger in Paradise |
| Makin' the best of every virtue and vice |
| Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a |
| Cheeseburger in Paradise |
| I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise |
| I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise |
| Repeat intro |
| Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above) |

| D | C | G | C | |
| Daddy's be | lt, m | amas dr | apes |
| D | C | |
| Standin' tall on the b | ackyard shed |
| G | C | |
| Lookin' | cool in my s | uperman cape |
| D | C | |
| I told the ne | ighborhood girls |
| G | C | |
| Said h | ey y'all, watch t | his |
| D | C | |
| My fate was a b | roken arm |
| G | C | |
| And my r | eward o | ne big kiss |
| A | C | |
| When daddy asked me w | hy I did it |
| A | C | |
| I made him la | ugh out loud when I t | old him |
| (no chord) |
| Cause the chicks dig it |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | C | G | |
| Scars h | eal... | glory f | ades |
| D | A | C | G | |
| And all we're l | eft with are the m | emories made, | oh yeah |
| D | A | C | G | |
| Pain hu | rts, but o | nly for a m | inute |
| C | G | |
| Yeah l | ife is short so go on and l | ive it |
| Cause the chicks dig it |
| D C G C (x2) |
| Verse 2: |
| Black top road, learner permit |
| Thought I was Earnhardt |
| Drivin' fast, but I didn't see the ditch |
| Took out a mailbox, then a fence, then a barn |
| The police came and called my father |
| But I met the farmer's daughter |
| And when the judge asked me why I did it |
| He threw the book at me when I told him |
| Cause the chicks dig it |
| CHORUS |
| Solo: D C G C (x4) |
| A | C | |
| Just throw caution to the w | ind my friend |
| A | C | |
| And then sit back and watch your l | ife begin, cause |
| CHORUS (x2) |
| C | G | |
| It don't matter if you lose or if you w | in it |
| Hey the chicks dig it |
| Outro: D C G C (repeat to end with ad-lib) |
| Chords: (regular) (power) (bar) |
| A = x02220 577xxx 577655 |
| C = x32010 x355xx x35553 |
| D = xx0232 x577xx x57775 |
| G = 320003 355xxx 355433 |

| F#m | - | 466444 |
| Intro: E-- |
| Verse 1: |
| D | |
| I can almost see it |
| That dream I'm dreaming |
| G | |
| but There's a voice |
| inside my head saying |
| Em | |
| You'll never reach it, |
| D | |
| Every step I'm taking, |
| Every move I make feels |
| G | |
| Lost with no direction |
| Em | |
| My faith is shaking but |
| Refrain 1: |
| Bm | F#m | |
| But | I Got to keep | trying |
| G | |
| Got to | keep my |
| Em | |
| head held | high |
| Chorus 1: |
| D | |
| Th | ere's always going to |
| be another mountain |
| I'm always going |
| to want to make it move |
| G | |
| Always going to |
| be an uphill battle |
| Em | |
| Sometimes you |
| A | |
| going to | have to lose |
| D | |
| Ain't about how |
| fast I get there |
| Ain't about what's |
| waiting on the other |
| Bm | A | G | D | |
| side | It's the | climb |
| Verse 2: |
| D | |
| The struggles I'm facing |
| The chances I'm taking |
| G | |
| Sometimes they |
| knock me down but |
| Em | |
| No I'm not breaking |
| D | |
| The pain I'm knowing |
| But these are |
| the moments that |
| I'm going to |
| remember most yeah |
| A | |
| J | ust got to keep going |
| Refrain 2: |
| Bm | |
| And | I I got |
| F#m | |
| to be s | trong |
| G | Em | |
| Just keep pushing | on |
| Chorus 2: |
| D | |
| Th | ere's always going to |
| be another mountain |
| I'm always going |
| to want to make it move |
| G | |
| Always going to |
| be an uphill battle |
| Em | |
| Sometimes you |
| A | |
| going to | have to lose |
| D | |
| Ain't about how |
| fast I get there |
| Ain't about what's |
| waiting on the other |
| Bm | A | G | D | G | Em | F#m | G | A | |
| side | It's the | climb |
| Chorus 3: |
| D | |
| Th | ere's always going to |
| be another mountain |
| I'm always going |
| to want to make it move |
| G | |
| Always going to |
| be an uphill battle |
| D | Em | |
| Some | times you |
| F#m | G | |
| going to | have to | lose |
| D | |
| Ain't about how |
| fast I get there |
| Ain't about what's |
| waiting on the other |
| Bm | A | G | D | G | |
| side | It's the | climb |
| Outro:: |
| D | |
| Keep on | moving |
| Keep climbing |
| Keep the faith baby |
| G | |
| It's all about |
| It's all about |
| D | |
| The | climb |
| Keep the faith |
| A E(hold) |
| Keep your faith |

| C | AM | G | |
| ALMOST HEAVEN | WEST VIRGINIA | BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS, |
| F | C | AM | |
| SHENADOAH | RIVER. LIFE IS OLD THERE | OLDER THAN THE TREES, |
| G | F | C | |
| YOUNGER THAN THE MOUNTAINS, | GROWING LIKE A | BREEZE. |
| C | G | AM | F | |
| COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME | HOME TO THE | PLACE, I BE | LONG |
| C | G | F | C | |
| WEST VIR | GINIA, MOUNTAIN | MOMMA, TAKE ME | HOME, COUNTRY | ROADS. |
| C | AM | G | |
| ALL MY MEMORIES | GATHER ROUND HER, | MINER'S LADY, |
| F | C | AM | |
| STRANGER TO BLUE | WATER. DARK AND DUSTY | PAINTED ON THE SKY |
| G | F | C | |
| MISTY TASTE OF MOONSHINE | TEAR DROP IN MY | EYE. |
| C | G | AM | F | |
| COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME | HOME TO THE | PLACE I BE | LONG |
| C | G | F | C | |
| WEST VIR | GINIA MOUNTAIN | MOMMA TAKE ME | HOME COUNTRY | ROADS. |
| AM | G | C | |
| I HEAR HER | VOICE IN THE | MORNIN' HOURS SHE CALLS ME |
| F | C | G | Am | |
| RADIO RE | MINDS ME OF MY | HOME FAR AWAY, | AND DRIVIN' DOWN |
| G | F | C | |
| THE | ROAD I GET THE | FEELIN' THAT I | SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME |
| G | F | |
| YESTERDAY, YESTER | DAY. |
| C | G | AM | F | |
| COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME | HOME TO THE | PLACE I BE | LONG |
| C | G | F | C | |
| WEST VIR | GINIA MOUNTAIN | MOMMA TAKE ME | HOME COUNTRY | ROADS. |
| G | C | G | C | |
| TAKE ME | HOME COUNTRY | ROADS, | TAKE ME HOME | COUNTRY ROADS. |
| END |
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| (slow) |
| G | C | |
| My grandpa he's ninty- | five |
| G | D7 | |
| he keeps on dancing he's still | alive |
| G | C | |
| My grandma she's ninty | -two |
| G | D7 | |
| she loves to dance and sing some | too |
| G | C | |
| I don't know but I've been | told |
| G | D7 | |
| if you keep on dancing you'll never grow | old |
| G | C | |
| So come on darlin' put a pretty dress | on |
| G | D7 | |
| we're gonna go out t | onight |
| C | C/B | Am7 | D7 | G | |
| Dance | Dance | Dance ( | All night | long) |
| I'm a hard workin man/I'm a sun of a gun/ |
| I been workin all week in the noonday sun/ |
| the wood's in the kitchen/ the cow's in the barn/ |
| I'm all cleaned up and my chores are all done/ |
| Take my hand/come along/let's go out and have some fun/ |
| Come on darlin' put a pretty dress on/ |
| we're gonna go out tonight/Chorus |
| Well come on darlin'/don't you look that way/ |
| don't know when you smile I've got to say/ |
| You're my honey-pumpkin-lover/you're my heart's delight/ |
| don't you want to go out tonight/ |
| You're such a pretty lady/ you're such a sweet girl/ |
| when you dance it brightens up my world/ |
| Come on darlin put a pretty dress on/ |
| we're gonna go out tonightChorus |

| 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 |

| Dm | F | |
| I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind |
| Bb | |
| There was something so pleasant about that phase. |
| Even your emotions had an echo |
| Asus | A | |
| In so much space |
| Dm | |
| And when you're out there, without care, |
| F | |
| Yeah, I was out of to | uch |
| Bb | |
| But it wasn't because I didn't know enoug | h |
| Asus | A | |
| I just knew too muc | h |
| Dm | |
| Does that make me | crazy? |
| F | |
| Does that make me | crazy?? |
| Bb | |
| Does that make me | crazy??? |
| Asus | A | |
| Probably. |
| D | Bb | |
| And I hope that you are having the time of your l | ife |
| F | Asus | A | |
| But think tw | ice, that's my only ad | vice |
| Dm | F | |
| Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you a | re, |
| Bb | |
| Ha ha ha bless your soul |
| Asus | A | |
| You really think you're in co | ntrol |
| Dm | |
| Well, I think you're | crazy! |
| F | |
| I think you're | crazy! |
| Bb | |
| I think you're | crazy, |
| Asus | A | |
| Just like | me. |
| D | Bb | |
| My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a li | mb |
| F | Asus | A | |
| And all I re | member is thinking, I want to be like th | em |
| Dm | F | |
| Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked lik | e fun |
| Bb | |
| And it's no coincidence I've come |
| Asus | A | |
| And I can die when I'm do | ne |
| Dm | |
| Maybe I'm | crazy |
| F | |
| Maybe you're | crazy |
| Bb | |
| Maybe we're | crazy |
| Asus | A | |
| Probably |
| D | Bb | F | Asus | A | Dm | |
| Uuuuuh! | Uuuu | uuh! | Uu | uuuuuh! |

| Dsus2 | Am/D | Dsus2 | Am/D |
| D | Bm7 | |
| There is freedom within, | there is freedom without |
| G | F# | |
| Try to catch the deluge in a paper | cup |
| D | Bm7 | |
| There's a battle ahead, | many battles are lost |
| G | F# | |
| But you'll never see the end of the road while you're | travelling with meChorus |
| G6 | A | D | Bm7 | |
| Hey now, | hey now don't | dream it's | over |
| G6 | A | D | Bm7 | |
| Hey now, | hey now when the | world comes | in |
| G6 | A | D | Bm7 | |
| They come, | they come to | build a wall bet | ween us |
| G6 | A | |
| We know they won't | win |
| D | Bm7 | |
| Now I'm towing my car, | there's a hole in the roof |
| G | F# | |
| My possessions are causing me suspicion but | there's no proof |
| D | Bm7 | |
| In the paper today | tales of war and of waste |
| G | F# | |
| But you turn right over to the TV | pageChorus |
| D | Bm7 | |
| Now I'm walking again | to the beat of a drum |
| G | F# | |
| And I'm counting the steps to the door of your | heart |
| D | Bm7 | |
| Only the shadows ahead | barely clearing the roof |
| G | F# | |
| Get to know the feeling of liberation and | releaseChorus |

--------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------#
| Bm | Em | |
| v v v v | v v v v |
-----------------|----------------- -----------------|-------2-3-2----- -4-424-424-------|---424----------- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|-----------------
| Verse 1: |
| Bm | A | |
| B | aby, do you underst | and me now |
| G | F# | |
| Sometimes I feel a little | mad |
| Bm | A | |
| Well d | on't you know that no-one alive can a | lways be an angel |
| G | F# | |
| When things go wrong I seem to be | bad |
| Chorus: |
| D | Bm | A | |
| I'm just a soul who's i | ntentions are good |
| G (N.C.) Bm |
| Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood |
| (repeat intro (2X)) |
| Verse 2: |
| Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree |
| With a joy that's hard to hide |
| And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is worry |
| And then you're bound to see my other side |
| (repeat chorus) |
| Bridge: |
| Bm A (first 3 beats as per intro) |
| G | A | G | A | |
| If I seem e | dgy, I w | ant you to k | now |
| G | A | D | Bm/F# | |
| T | hat I never m | ean to take it o | ut on | you |
| G | A | G | A | |
| Life has it's pr | oblems and I g | et my sh | are |
| G | F# | |
| And t | hat's one thing I never m | ean to do, 'cause I love you |
| Verse 3: |
| Oh, oh, oh, baby, don't you know I'm human |
| Have thoughts like any other one |
| Sometimes I find myself long regretting |
| Some foolish thing, some little simple thing I've done |
| (repeat chorus followed by intro (1X) to fade) |
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andre |

| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| Travelling in a | friedout combie |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| on a hippie | trail head full of | zombie |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| I met a strange | lady | she made me nervous |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| She took me | in and gave me | breakfast | and she said: Chorus |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| 'Do you come from a | land down under? |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| Where women | glow and men plunder |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| can't you, hear can't you | hear the thunder |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| you | better run you | better take cover' |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| Buying bread from from a | man in Bruselles |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| He was | six-foot-four | and full of | muscles |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| I said: 'Do you | speak my language?' |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| He just smiled and | gave me a vegemite | sandwich. | He said: Chorus |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| 'I come from a | land down under |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| Where beer does | flow and men chun | der |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| can't you hear can't you | hear the thunder |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| you | better run you | better take cover' |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| Lying in a | den in Bombay |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| With a slack | jaw and not much | to say |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| I said to the | man: 'Are you trying to | tempt me? |
| Am | G | Am | F | G | |
| Because I come | from the land of | plenty?' and | he | said: Chorus |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| 'Oh! do you come from a | land down under |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| Where women | glow and men plun | der |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| can't you hear can't you | hear the thunder |
| C | G | Am | F | G | |
| you | better run you | better take cover' |
| Updated by:Nutty Dude------Nutty_Dude42@yahoo.com |

| G | A | |
| Chorus | Eastbound and Down | loaded up and truckin |
| C | D | |
| Ah we gonna do what they say can't be | done |
| G | A | |
| We've got a | long way to go and a | short time to get there |
| C | D | G | |
| I'm | eastbound just | watch old bandit | run |
| Em | C | |
| 1st Keep your | foot hard on the pedal Son | never mind them brakes |
| A | B | Em | |
| verse Let it | all hang out cause | we got a run to | make |
| Em | C | |
| Those boys are | thirsty in Atlanta and there's | beer in Texarkana |
| A | B7 | |
| and we'll | bring it back no matter what it | takes |
| Chorus Eastbound and Down loaded up and truckin |
| Ah we gonna do what they say can't be done |
| We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there |
| I'm eastbound just watch old bandit run |
Solo -- Chorus chords(G,A,C,D) -- Verse chords(Em,C,A, B) -- Chorus chords
| Chorus Eastbound and Down loaded up and truckin |
| Ah we gonna do what they say can't be done |
| We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there |
| I'm eastbound just watch old bandit run |
| 2nd Oh smokey's got them ears on He's hot on your trail |
| Verse and he ain't rest till your in jail |
| So you got to dodge him you got to duck him |
| You gotta keep that diesel truckin |
| just put that hammer down and get ahead |
| Chorus Repeat Chorus to Fade out |
| Note: * - This means just play the note as a sort of passing Bass Fill |
| F# - 4th fret D string |
| B - 2nd fret A string |

| A | |
| She stands on the banks of the mighty Mississippi |
| E | |
| Alone in the pale | moonlight |
| E | |
| Waitin' for a man, a riverboat gambler |
| A | |
| Said that he'd return | tonight |
| They used to waltz on the banks of the mighty Mississippi |
| E | |
| Lovin' the whole night | through |
| A | |
| He was a riverboat gambler off to make a killin' |
| A | |
| And bring it on back to | you |
| D | A | |
| Evangeline | Evangeline |
| E | A | |
| Curses the soul of the | Mississippi Queen |
| E | A | |
| That | pulled her man | away |
| SOLO |
| A | |
| Bayou Sam from South Louisian' |
| E | |
| Had gamblin' in his | veins |
| Evangeline from the maritime |
| A | |
| Was slowly goin' | insane |
| High on the top of a Hickory Hill |
| E | |
| She stands in the lightning and t | hunder |
| Down on the river the boat was a sinkin' |
| A | |
| She watched that Queen go | under |
| D | A | |
| Evangeline | Evangeline |
| E | A | |
| Curses the soul of the | Mississippi Queen |
| E | A | |
| That | pulled her man | away |
| D | A | |
| Evangeline | Evangeline |
| E | A | |
| Curses the soul of the | Mississippi Queen |
| E | A | |
| That | pulled her man | away |
| From:The Last Waltz (with EmmyLou) |
| Comments/Tips - danielalanholt@hotmail.com |

E------------------------------------------
A--------------------------------0---------
D--0---------4---------2----------2--------
G-----2--2------6--6------4--4-----0-------
B----3--3-3----7--7-7----5--5-5------2-----
e---2--2------5--5------3--3--------2------
| D | F#m | Em | Aii | |
| Dont always | have to fuck her hard, | in fact sometimes thats no | t right, to do |
| D | F#m | Em | Aii | |
| Sometimes you got to | make some love, | and fuckin giver some | smoochy smooch |
| (The opening picking plays throught most of the song except for whats below and a few other times) |
| (strumming) |
| Bm | G | Bm | G | |
| Sometimes you have to | squeeze, | sometimes you have to say | please |
| D | A | |
| Somtimes you have to say | hey |
| (Picking) |
| D | F#m | Em | Aii | |
| Im gonna | fuck you | softly, i | m gonna screw you | gently |
| D | F#m | Em | Aii | |
| Im gonna | hump you | sweetly, i | m gonna ball you | discretly |
| (strumming) |
| Bm | G | |
| And then you'll say | hey I brought you flowers |
| D | A | |
| And then you'll say | wait a minute Sally |
| Bm | G | |
| I think i got | somethin in my teeth |
| D | A | |
| Will you | get it out for me, | Thats fuckin teamwork |
| (picking) |
| D | F#m | |
| What's your favorite | posish? |
| Em | Aii | |
| That's cool with me it's not my | favorite but I'll do it for you. |
| D | F#m | |
| What's your favorite | dish? |
| Em | Aii | |
| I'm not gonna | cook it but I'll order it from | Zanzibar! |
| (strumming) |
| Bm | G | |
| And then I'm gonna | love you completely, |
| D | A | |
| and then I'll fucking | fuck you discreetly, |
| Bm | G | |
| and then I'll fucking | bone you completely. |
| D | A | C | D | |
| But | then I'm gonna | fuck you | hard! | Hard. |
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| it's possible to create a free Rythm riff in D using this notes |
| D v n v |
2-------------------2--x--2- 3-------------------3--x--3- 2-------------------2--0--2- 0-------0-3-0----0--0--0--0- --------------3------------- ----------------------------
| * v n v:Rithmy |
| Verse 1 |
| D | |
| Don't want to be a fat man |
| People would think that I was just good fun |
| Would rather be a thin man |
| I am so glad to go on being one |
| Chorus |
| F | G | D | |
| Too much to carry aro | und with yo | u |
| F | G | D | |
| No chance of finding a | woman wh | o |
| F | G | D | |
| Will l | ove you in the morning | and all the night time too |
| Verse 2 (same as Verse 1) |
| Don't want to be a fat man |
| Have not the patience to ignore all that |
| Hate to admit to myself |
| Half of my problems came from being fat |
| Chorus |
| Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him |
| I see the other side through being thin |
| Roll us both down a mountain and sure the fat man would win |
| submited by Don Bell (some corrections by Paco) |
| bellfam@q-net.net.au |

| G | C7 | G | G | C7 | D | G | |
| Way down | yonder on the | bayou |
| G | C7 | G | C7 | D | G | |
| There lives a | little girl-o |
| C7 | |
| Skin so pale |
| G | |
| Six feet high |
| C7 | |
| SkInny as a rail |
| D | |
| Just one eye |
| G | C7 | DG | |
| She's the one eyed | Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| G | C7 | G | C7 | D | G | |
| Her daddy | gone to heaven |
| G | C7 | G | C7 | D | G | |
| Her mamma | won't like you |
| C7 | |
| Her brother he's crazy |
| G | |
| He just might bite you |
| C7 | |
| Her sister she's pretty |
| D | |
| But she just won't do |
| G | C7 | DG | |
| She's the one eyed | Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| C7 | |
| Oh you say she gonna love you |
| G | |
| Because you made a little voodoo |
| C7 | |
| Oh but what they didn't tell you |
| D | |
| Is it ain't up to you dude |
| G C7 D G (4 TIMES) |
| yeah-e-yeah |
| G | C7 | DG | |
| She's the one eyed | Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| C7 | |
| You better not cross her |
| G | |
| You try to boss her |
| C7 | |
| Then you better duck Mister |
| D | |
| Here come a cup and a saucer |
| G | C7 | DG | |
| She's the one eyed | Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| G | C7 | G | C7 | D | G | |
| So if you're | going to the bayou |
| G | C7 | G | C7 | D | G | |
| Man I'll tell | you all I know |
| C7 | |
| She's got skin to pale |
| G | |
| She's six feet high |
| C7 | |
| And she'll look right through you |
| D | |
| With just one eye |
| G | C7 | DG | |
| She's the one eyed | Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| She's the one eyed Fiona |
| Good Luck and Happy Playing. |

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Artist: Gourds Song: Gin And Juice
Gin and Juice
by Snoopy Doggy Dog
Covered by 'The Gourds'
Tabbed out by Emil (tabs@redmedia.com)
Phish never actually played this song. Somewhere along the line, some jerk decided
to mislabel the MP3 he got and it got passed around like that. Phish.net has a page
dedicated to the mishap at http://www.phish.net/PhishFAQ/sginandjuice.html .
They say (and I quote):
This song is not by the Vermont band Phish. It was originally done by Dr. Dre,
Snoop, and a NYC hip-hop artist named Phish, and has been covered by a bluegrass
band from Texas called the Gourds. The latter circulates on MP3, and is
sometimes incorrectly labelled as by Phish. It ain't. The hip-hop artist Phish
is also featured on backup vocals for Dre's 'What's the Difference' (track 7 on
Dr. Dre - 2001 - as remarkably unoriginal as Phish).
Thanks to Roberlyn@aol.com, Mark Carroll (aplsauce8@hotmail.com), and Alex
Esselstein (abe@abetss.com).
-=-=
But I've gotten tired of telling people this. And it's such a basic song to play that
I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone by just writing this simplistic version out.
I don't even know what key it's in, but it's a I- IV progression looped for the entire
duration of the song.
Examples of how to play I-IV progressions in various keys A - D D - G
E--5---5----------------------
B--5---7-------7---8----------
G--6---7-------7---7----------
D--7---7-------7---9----------
A--7---5-------9---10---------
E--5--------------------------
So at this point, you need to do a little work and move one of those progressions up and
down the neck of your guitar and figure out where it fits (aka 'What key it's in').
Oh yeah, here are the words:
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse Two:
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just
Chorus
Verse Three:
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
END
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation | | of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, | | or research. | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Am | E7 | Am | Am7 | |
| Is there | anybody | goin' to listen | to my | story |
| Dm | C | E7 | |
| all about a girl who came to | stay? |
| Am | E7 | Am | Am7 | |
| She's the | kind of girl you | want so much it | makes you | sorry; |
| Dm | Am | |
| still, you don't regret a single day. |
| C | Em | Dm | G7 | C | Em | Dm | G7 | |
| Ah, | gi--- | ----- | ----- | rl! | gi--- | ---- | ---- | rl! |
| When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her |
| She will turn to me and start to cry; |
| And she promises the earth to me and I believe her. |
| After all this time I don't know why...Ah, girl! Girl! |
| Dm | A | |
| She's the kind of girl who puts you | down |
| Dm | |
| when friends are there, you feel a | fool. |
| Dm | |
| When you say she's looking good |
| A | |
| she | acts as if it's understood. |
| F | Dm7 | |
| She's | cool, cool, | cool, cool. |
| C | Em | Dm | G7 | C | Em | Dm | G7 | |
| Gi--- | ----- | ----- | rl! | gi--- | ---- | ---- | rl! |
| Was she told when she was young that fame would lead to pleasure? |
| Did she understand it when they said |
| That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure? |
| Will she still believe when he's dead...Ah, girl! Girl! |

| G | |
| In the breathless | hush of four A.M. |
| G7 | |
| In the | dark sits a sad cliche |
| C | Cm | |
| Cloaked in the | navy blue of slowly fading | stars |
| G | |
| Tell me how this | came to be |
| D | |
| Sleeplessness | talk to me |
| C | G | |
| She'd say over and | over a | gain |
| Fumbling through a cut glass vase |
| Passing lipstick, cotton spools |
| Burning jealous pictures of marriages of friends |
| You never asked to be |
| The glutton of sympathy |
| She says over and over that this is the end |
| F | C | G | |
| 'Cause I see it in your | ey | es |
| D | |
| What you | don't know |
| C | G | |
| Time to | let | go |
| F | C | G | |
| I see it in your e | ye | s |
| C | |
| There is so much |
| D | G | |
| More out there to be | learned |
| Such mournful words |
| On this white snow vacant page |
| All the lessons that she learns she packs away |
| Will you never cease to be |
| The glutton of sympathy |
| She writes over and over again |
| That's when I see it in your eyes |
| What you don't know |
| Time to let go |
| I see it in your eyes |
| There is so much |
| More out there to be learned |
| Cm | G | |
| Tossing turning roll a | way |
| Dm | |
| Indecision won't you | ever make up your mind |
| Cm | G | |
| Lifetime nighttime wake the | day |
| Bm | |
| 'Cause tomorrow will | see |
| C | B | |
| If you've | had your fill of | sympathy |
| G | |
| Will you never | cease to be |
| D | |
| The glutton of | sympathy |
| C | G/B | |
| Don't you know the | stars are all | fading |
| Bb | F | G | |
| Let the | sunshine capture the s | parkle of your | smile |
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
| Glutton of Sympathy |
| Chords by: ? |
| Capo up 2 frets |
| (acoustic guitar only) |
| E | |
| In the breathless | hush of four A.M. |
| E7 | |
| In the | dark sits a sad cliche |
| A | Am | |
| Cloaked in the | navy blue of slowly fading | stars |
| E | |
| Tell me how this | came to be |
| B | |
| Sleeplessness | talk to me |
| A | Asus2 | E | |
| She'd say over and | ov | er a | gain |
| (electric enters) |
| E | |
| Fumbling | through a cut glass vase |
| E7 | |
| Passing | lipstick, cotton spools |
| A | Am | |
| Burning | jealous pictures of marriages of | friends |
| E | |
| You never | asked to be |
| B | |
| The glutton of | sympathy |
| A | Asus2 | E | B | |
| She says over and | ov | er that this is the | end |
| (band enters) |
| D | A | E | |
| 'Cause I see it in your | ey | es |
| B | |
| What you | don't know |
| A | E | |
| Time to | let | go |
| D | A | E | |
| I see it in your | ey | es |
| A | |
| There is so much |
| B | E | |
| More out there to be | learned |
| E | |
| Such mournful words |
| E7 | |
| On this | white snow vacant page |
| A | Am | |
| All the | lessons that she learns she packs a | way |
| E | |
| Will you never | cease to be |
| B | |
| The glutton of | sympathy |
| A | Asus2 | E | |
| She writes over and | ov | er a | gain |
| D | A | E | |
| That's when I see it in your | ey | es |
| B | |
| What you | don't know |
| A | E | |
| Time to | let | go |
| D | A | E | |
| I see it in your | ey | es |
| A | |
| There is so much |
| B | E | |
| More out there to be | learned |
| Am | E | |
| Tossing turning roll a | way |
| E | Bm | Am | |
| Indecision won't you | ever make up your | mind |
| Am | E | |
| Lifetime nighttime wake the | day |
| E | G#m | |
| 'Cause tomorrow will | see |
| A | G# | |
| If you've | had your fill of | sympathy |
| (guitar solo over 'That's when I see it in your eyes...' progression) |
| E | |
| Will you never | cease to be |
| B | |
| The glutton of | sympathy |
| A | E/G# | |
| Don't you know the | stars are all | fading |
| G | D | E | |
| Let the | sunshine capture the | sparkle of your | smile |

| Bm7 | Em7 | |
| Once there was a way to get back | homeward |
| A7 | D | |
| Once there was a way to get back | home |
| F#m | Bm | Em7 | A7 | D | |
| Sleep pretty | darling, do not | cry | and I will sing a lulla | bye |
| D | Gmaj7 | D | Gmaj7 | D | |
| Golden | slumbers fill your | eyes, smiles | awake when you | rise |
| F#m | Bm7 | Em7 | A7 | D | |
| Sleep pretty | darling, do not | cry, | And I will sing a lulla | bye |
| Bm7 | Em7 | |
| Once there was a way to get back | homeward |
| A7 | D | |
| Once there was a way to get back | home |
| F#m | Bm | Em7 | A7 | D | |
| Sleep pretty | darling, do not | cry | and I will sing a lulla | bye |
| D | Gmaj7 | D | Gmaj7 | D | |
| Golden | slumbers fill your | eyes, smiles | awake when you | rise |
| F#m | Bm7 | Em7 | A7 | D | |
| Sleep pretty | darling, do not | cry, | And I will sing a lulla | bye |

| Bm | A | Bm | Dbm | D | E | A | |
| INTR | O |
| Bm | |
| If never I | met you |
| A | |
| I'd never have | seen you cry |
| Bm | Dbm | |
| If not for a fi | rst hello |
| D | E | A | |
| We'd ne | ver have to s | ay goodbye |
| Bm | |
| If never I | held you |
| A | |
| My feelings would | never show |
| Bm | |
| It's time I start w | alkin' |
| Dbm | D | E | A | |
| But there's so m | uch that you'll | never kno | w |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| I keep tellin' you | hard | luck | woman |
| D | Dbm | Bm | D | E | |
| You ain't a | hard | luck | woman |
| A | Bm | |
| Rags, the sailor's only d | aughter |
| D | |
| A child of the w | ater |
| E | A | Bm | D | E | |
| Too | proud to be a qu | een |
| A | |
| Rags, I really love ya |
| Bm | |
| I c | an't forget about you |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| You'll be a | hard | luck | woman |
| D | E | A | |
| Baby till you | find your m | an |
| Bm | E | Bm | |
| Before I g | o let me | kiss you |
| A | |
| And wipe the tears | from your eyes |
| Bm | Dbm | |
| I don't wanna | hurt you | girl |
| D | E | A | |
| You | know I could | never | lie |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| I keep tellin' you | hard | luck | woman |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| You ain't a | hard | luck | woman |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| You'll be a | hard | luck | woman |
| D | E | A | Bm | D | E | |
| Baby till you | find your | man |
| A | Bm | |
| Rags, the sailor's only d | aughter |
| D | |
| A child of the w | ater |
| E | A | Bm | D | E | |
| Too | proud to be a qu | een |
| A | |
| Rags, I really love ya |
| Bm | |
| I c | an't forget about you |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| You'll be a | hard | luck | woman |
| D | E | A | |
| Baby till you | find your m | an |
| D | Dbm | Bm | |
| You'll be a | hard | luck | woman |
| D | E | A | |
| Baby till you | find your m | an |
| C#m B to fade |

| Bm | Bm/A | |
| Help! I need some | body |
| G | G/F# | |
| Help! Not just any | body |
| E | |
| Help! You know I need someone, |
| A | |
| Help! |
| A | C#m | |
| When I was younger, so much | younger than today, |
| F#m | D | G | A | |
| I never needed anybody's | help in | any | way. |
| A | C#m | |
| But now those days are gone I'm | not so self-assured, |
| A | D | G | A | |
| Now I find I've changed my mind, I've | opened | up the | door. |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | G/F# | |
| H | elp me if you can I'm feeling down, | and I d | o appreciate you being 'round | . |
| E A(guitar run) |
| Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you please please help me. |
| A | C#m | |
| And now my life has changed in | oh so many ways, |
| F#m | D | G | A | |
| My independence seemed to | vanish | in the | haze. |
| C#m | |
| But every now and then I | feel so insecure, |
| F#m | D | G | A | |
| I know that I just need you like I've | never | done | before. |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | G/F# | |
| H | elp me if you can I'm feeling down, | and I d | o appreciate you being 'round | . |
| E | A | |
| H | elp me get my feet back on the ground, won't you p | lease please help me. |
| A | C#m | |
| When I was younger, so much y | ounger than today, |
| F#m | D | G | A | |
| I never needed anybody's | help in | any | way. |
| A | C#m | |
| But now those days are gone I'm | not so self-assured, |
| F#m | D | G | A | |
| Now I find I've changed my mind, I've o | pened | up the | door. |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | G/F# | |
| H | elp me if you can I'm feeling down, | and I d | o appreciate you being 'round | . |
| E | A | |
| Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you | please please help me. |
| F#m | A | A6 | |
| Help | me, help | me, | ooo. |
| Guitar run at chorus end: * Tabbed * |
B ---0----0----0----0- * by * G --0----0----0----0-- * Chris * D -5----4----3----2--- * Williscroft * A 7----6----5----4----
| Bass: Intro: |
D--9-9-9-9-9-9-9-7-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-4-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-7-- A--------------------------------------------------0--
| first verse: |
D--7-7---7-7--------------6-----6-------4-4---4-4----------5-7-7-7---5--- A------7-----7--------4-4---4-4-------------4-----4----5-5---------7----- D-7-7---7-7---------6-----6----4-4---4-4-----------5-7-7-7-7-7----- A-----7-----7---4-4---4-4----------4-----4-----5-5-----------------
| chorus: |
A--2-2-----2-2-----2-2-----2-2-------5-5-----5-5-----5-5--------------- E------2-2-----2-2-----2-2-----5-3-3-----3-3-----3-3-----3-3-2-2----- A---------2-2---2---------2-2---2-7----------------------------------- E-0-0-4-4-----4---0-0-4-4-----4---------------------------------------
| second verse: |
D--7-7----7-7----------6-----6---4-4---4-4--------5-7-7---5------ A------7------7----4-4---4-4---------4-----4--5-5-------7--------- D--7-7----7-7----------------------4-4---4-4---------5-5-7-7-7-7--- A------7------7----4-4----4-4----------4-----4---5-5--------------- E----------------------4------4------------------------------------
| chorus |
| third verse: |
D------7-------------------------4-----------5--------------7------7-7-- A-------------------4--------------------------3-5------5-5----5-5------ D------6--------6----4-4---4-4-----------5-7-7-7----------------------- A--4-4------4-4----------4-----4-----5-5-------------------------------
| chorus |
| outro: |
D----4-4---------4-4-------4--------7--------------------------------- A----------4-4----------4-----------0---------------------------------


| G | D | Em | |
| Christopher | Robin and | I walked along |
| C | D | G | |
| Under b | ranches lit | up by the | moon |
| G | D | Em | |
| Posing our | questions to o | wl and Eyore |
| Am | D | G | |
| As our | days disap | peared all to | soon |
| Em | D | |
| But I w | andered much further t | oday than I should |
| Em | A | D | |
| And I | can't seen to find my way | back to the w | ood |
| CHORUS: |
| G | D | C | |
| So | help me | if you c | an I've got to get |
| G | D | C | D | |
| Back to the h | ouse at Pooh c | orner by | one |
| G | D | C | D | |
| You'd be su | rprised there's so | much to be | done |
| Em | C | Em | C | |
| Count all the bees in th | e hive, | chase all the clouds from the | sky |
| C | D | Em | C | |
| Back to the | days of | Christopher Robin and | Pooh |
| And it's like that the whole song. Enjoy! |
| Tabbed by Rachel Leigh S. |

| C | G | |
| Sometimes I feel like bein' | wispy and |
| F | C | |
| once in a while I feel like bein' | dry but we're |
| E | F | |
| doomed and we're drowned by this | feeling we surround so I |
| C | G | C | |
| hope that I get | old before I | die |
| Chorus: |
| G | |
| ohhhhhhhhhhh |
| C | F | |
| It's a | long long rope they use to | hang you soon I hope |
| G | C | |
| And I | wonder why this hasn't happened, | why why why |
| C | F | Fm | |
| And I | think about the dirt that I'll be | wearing for a | shirt |
| C | G | C | |
| And I | hope that I get | old before I | die |
| ( Sound effects ) |
| Verse 2: |
| Clear off the kitchen table darling |
| For on the kitchen table i must Lie |
| I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life |
| And I hope that I get old before I die |
| Chorus: |
| G | |
| ohhhhhhhhhhh |
| C | F | |
| It's a | long long rope they use to | hang you soon I hope |
| G | C | |
| And I | wonder why this hasn't happened, | why why why |
| C | F | Fm | |
| And I | think about the dirt that I'll be | wearing for a | shirt |
| C | G | C | |
| And I | hope that I get | old before I | die |
| ( Sound effects ) |
| Chorus: |
| G | |
| ohhhhhhhhhhh |
| C | F | |
| It's a | long long rope they use to | hang you soon I hope |
| G | C | |
| And I | wonder why this hasn't happened, | why why why |
| C | F | Fm | |
| And I | think about the dirt that I'll be | wearing for a | shirt |
| C | G | C | |
| And I | hope that I get | old before I | die |
| END |
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| | This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation | |
| | of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, | |
| | or research. | |
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| intro (same as verse/chorus) |
| F | |
| Hey, back when I was | going to school |
| C | |
| I never learned a | thing |
| G | |
| All I did was | daydream |
| C | |
| And waiting for the bell to | ring |
| F | |
| I had a certain | teacher |
| C | |
| I always tried to im | press her |
| G | |
| When she stood up in the cl | assroom |
| C | |
| I would mentally un | dress her |
| Then one day I decided |
| That I would write a little letter |
| She said the spelling was a masterpiece |
| The punctuation could be better |
| I understood what she was saying |
| I got the gist of her sentiment |
| She said I don't mean to be degrading |
| F | |
| I love you | period |
| C | |
| Do you love me qu | estion mark |
| G | |
| Please please excla | mation point |
| C | |
| I wanna hold you in pa | renthesesrepeat chorus |
| Oh! (Come on , come on)solo (same chords as verse/chorus) |
| When I went to highschool |
| People said I was a writing fool |
| All my letters became really great |
| With punctuation that was never late |
| But I was having trouble meeting girls |
| I never knew what things to say |
| Soon I had them all overwhelmed |
| When they heard me talk this way - LIKE THIS:repeat chorus (3x) 'till fade |

| G | Am | |
| They say everything can be re | placed |
| Bm | Am | G | D7 | |
| Yet every d | istance is not n | ear |
| G | Am | |
| So I remember every | face |
| Bm | Am | G | D7 | |
| Of every man | who put me h | ere. |
| G | Am | |
| I see my light come | shining |
| Bm | Am | G | |
| From the west | unto the e | ast. |
| G | |
| Any day now, |
| Am | |
| Any day now, |
| Bm | Am | G | |
| I sh | all be re | leased |
| They say every man needs protection. |
| They every man must fall. |
| Yet I swear I see my reflection, |
| Somewhere so high above the wall. |
| I see my light come shining, |
| From the west unto the east. |
| Any day now, |
| Any day now, |
| I shall be released. |
| Well yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd, |
| A man who swears he not to blame. |
| All day long I hear him cry shouting loud, |
| Calling out that he's been framed. |
| I see my light come shining, |
| From the west unto the east. |
| Any day now, |
| Any day now, |
| I shall be released. |

| G | Em | Am7 | D | |
| Who kn | ows how l | ong I've l | oved you? |
| G | Em | Bm | |
| You k | now I l | ove you s | till. |
| G7 | C | D | Em | Am | G | |
| W | ill I w | ait a l | onely l | ifetime? |
| C | D | G | Em | Am7 | D | |
| If you w | ant me t | o I w | ill. |
| C | Bm | Em | |
| L | ove you for | ever a | nd forever, |
| C | D | G | G7 | |
| L | ove you with | all my h | eart. |
| C | Bm | Em | |
| L | ove you when | ever w | e're together, |
| A7 | D | |
| L | ove you when we're ap | art. |
| For if I ever saw you, |
| I didn't catch your name. |
| But it never really mattered; |
| I will always feel the same. |
| Love you forever and forever, etc. |
| And when at last I find you, |
| A song will fill the air. |
| Sing it loud so I can hear you. |
| Make it easy to endear you to me, |
| Ah, you know I will. |
| From: Harlan L Thompson |
| I WILL- The Beatles |
| G | Em7 | Am7 | D7 | G | Em7 | Am7 | D7 | |
| Who k | nows how l | ong I've lo | ved yo | u |
| G | Em | Bm | |
| You k | now I l | ove you st | ill |
| G7 | C | D7 | Em | G | |
| Will I w | ait a lo | nely li | fetime |
| C | D7 | G | Em7 | Am7 | D7 | |
| If you w | ant me | to I w | ill |
| G | Em7 | Am7 | D7 | |
| For i | f I e | ver s | aw you |
| G | Em | Bm | |
| I di | dn't c | atch your n | ame |
| G7 | C | D7 | Em | G | |
| But it n | ever re | ally ma | ttered |
| C | D7 | G | G7 | |
| I will al | ways f | eel the s | ame |
| CHORUS: |
| C | Bm | Em7 | |
| Love you fo | rever | and forever |
| Am | D7 | G | G7 | |
| Love you with a | ll my he | art |
| C | Bm | Em7 | |
| Love you whene | ver | we're together |
| A7 | D7 | |
| Love you when we're ap | art |
| G | Em7 | Am7 | D7 | |
| And wh | en at l | ast I f | ind yo | u |
| G | Em | Bm | |
| Your song | will fi | ll the a | ir |
| G7 | C | D7 | Em | C | G | |
| Sing it l | oud so I | can h | ear | yo | u |
| C | D7 | Em | C | G | |
| Make it e | asy | to be | nea | r y | ou |
| C | D7 | Em | G | |
| For the th | ings you d | o end | ear you t | o me |
| C | D7 | Eb7 | |
| Ah, you k | now I w | ill |
| G | G7 | |
| I w | ill |
| C | Bm | Em | Em7 | Am7 | Am6 | Am7 | D7 | G | |
| La la | la.. | . |
| (from The White Album, 1968) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |


| Bm | |
| If I | fell in love with you |
| Bb | |
| Would you | promise to be true |
| A | F#m | |
| And help | me | understand |
| Bm | |
| 'Cause I've | been in love before |
| Bb | |
| And | found that love is more |
| Cm | F | |
| Than | just holding | hands |
| Bb | Cm | Dm | Cm | |
| If I | give | my | heart to | you |
| F | Bb | Cm | Dm | |
| I | must be sure from the | ver | y | start |
| Cm | F | Bb | Cm | F | |
| That | you would | love me more than | her |
| Bb | Cm | Dm | Cm | F | |
| If I | trust | in | you, Oh | please don't | and hide |
| Bb | Cm | Dm | Cm | F | Bb9 | |
| If I l | ove | you | too, Oh | please, don't | hurt my pride like | her |
| Eb | |
| Cause I couldn't stand the | pain |
| Ebm | Bb | F7 | |
| And | I would be sad if our new | love was in | vain |
| Bb | Cm | Dm | |
| So I | hope | you'll | see |
| Cm | F | |
| That | I would | love to love you |
| Bb | Cm | Dm | Cm | |
| And | that | she will | cry |
| F | Bb | |
| When | she learns we are | two |
| Ebm | Ab | Bb | |
| If I | fell in | love with | you |

| G | G | C | C/Bbass | G | |
| (rake) | (rake) | (rake) |
e----------0-------------0------------------------------------0-----| B--------3---3---------3---3--------------------------------3---3---| G-------0-------------0-------------0---0----0---0---------0--------| D------0-------------0----------------2--------2----------0---------| A-----2-------------2------------3---------2-------------2----------| E--3-------------3------------------------------------3-------------|
| G | D | G | C | G | |
| (rake) |
e----------0--------------------------------0------------| B--------3---3---------3--------------0-----1--0------3--| G-------0----------2-----2--------0-----0---0--0--0------| (close D------0-------------0-----0----------------2--0---------| enough) A-----2-------------------------------------3--2---------| E--3-------------3--------------3---3----------3----3----|
| C | C/Bbass | G | C | C/Bbass | G | |
| I | f I | had a b | oat, I'd | go out | on the o | cean |
| C | C/Bbass | G | C/Ebass | D/F#bass | |
| And | if I | had a p | ony, I'd r | ide him on my | boat (this first 'verse' |
| C C/Bbass G C C/Bbass G turns out to be |
| And we could all together, go out on the ocean the CHORUS) |
| G | D/F#bass | G | |
| Just | me upon my | pony on my b | oat |
| G | C | C/Bbass | G | |
| And | if I were Roy Rogers, I'd s | ure | enough be s | ingle |
| G | D/F#bass | |
| I couldn't b | ring myself to marryin' old | Dale |
| G | C | C/Bbass | G | |
| It'd j | ust be me & Trigger; we'd go r | idin' | through them m | ovies |
| G | D/F#bass | |
| And we'd b | uy a boat and | on the sea we'd sail |
| (CHORUS) |
| Well, the mystery masked man was smart, he got himself a Tonto |
| Cuz Tonto did the dirty work for free |
| But Tonto, he was smarter, and one day said Kemosabe |
| You can kiss my ass, I bought a boat, I'm headed out to sea |
| (CHORUS) |
| (instrumental break) |
| And if I were like light'ning, I wouldn't need no sneakers |
| Well, I'd come and go whenever I would please |
| And I'd scare 'em by the shady tree, 'n scare 'em by the light pole |
| But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea |
| (CHORUS) |
| G | D/F#bass | G | C | G | D | G | |
| Just | me upon my | pony on my b | oat |
| J Smith |
| Sunnyvale, CA |

| G | D | Em | G | G | G | C | C | G | G | G | |
| If I had | words t | o make a | day for | you |
| G | C | Am | Em | Am | F | Em | G | D | D | D | |
| I'd give | you a m | orning g | olden an | d true |
| G | D | Em | G | G | G | C | C | Cm | Cm | Cm | |
| I would | make thi | s day la | st for a | ll time |
| C | Am | Em | F | F | D | D | G | G | G | G | |
| Give you | a night | filled | with moo | nshine |
| Chords are repeated as necessary so you know how many times to play each one, rather |
| guessing from where they are on your screen. You'll figure it out, don't worry. |
| I'm not entirely sure about some of these chords (the last line's Fs worry me, as do the |
| but they're pretty close. I'm not sure about the key, but think it's standard tuning. |
| - Gabriel |

| C | Bm | |
| It makes no diff'rence | where I turn |
| Em | D | Am7 | |
| I can't get | over you and the | flame still burns |
| C | Bm | |
| It makes no diff'rence | night or day |
| Em | D | C | D | |
| The shadow | never seems to | fade away |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | sun | don't | shine | any | more |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | rains | fall | down | on my | doo | r |
| G | |
| Now there's no love |
| Dm7 | |
| As true as the love |
| C | A7 | |
| That dies untold |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | clouds | never hung so | low | be | fore |
| C | Bm | |
| It makes no diff'rence | how far I go |
| Em | D | Am7 | |
| Like a scar | the hurt will | always show |
| C | Bm | |
| It makes no diff'rence | who I meet |
| Em | D | |
| They're just a | face in the crowd |
| C | D | |
| On a | dead-end street |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | sun | don't | shine | any | more |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | rains | fall | down | on my | doo | r |
| G | |
| These old love letters |
| Dm7 | |
| Well, I just can't keep |
| C | |
| 'Cause like the gambler says |
| A7 | |
| Read 'em and weep |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | dawn | don't rescue | me | no | more |
| D | Bm | |
| Without your love | I'm nothing at all |
| C | Am | |
| Like an empty hall it's a | lonely fall |
| D | Bm | |
| Since you've gone | it's a losing battle |
| C | Am | D | |
| Stampeding cattle, they | rattle the walls |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | sun | don't | shine | any | more |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| And the | rains | fall | down | on my | doo | r |
| G | |
| Well, I love you so much |
| Dm7 | |
| It's all I can do |
| C | A7 | |
| Just to keep myself from | telling you |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G | |
| That I | never | felt so a | lone | be | fore |


| Dm | |
| I can't decide whether the | chords in the first two lines of the |
| G | |
| verse should really be | chords - you'll have to decide for yourselves... |
| (updated) |
| C | Dm | C | Dm | |
| C | Dm | G | |
| It's not unusual to be | loved by anyone |
| C | Dm | G | |
| It's not unusual to have | fun with anyone |
| Em | Dm | |
| but when I see you hanging a | bout with anyone |
| G7 | C | G | |
| It's not unusual to | see me cry and I | wanna die |
| C | Dm | G | |
| It's not unusual to go | out at any time |
| C | Dm | G | |
| But when I see you out and a | bout it's such a crime |
| Em | Dm | |
| If you should ever want to be | loved by anyone |
| G7 | C | |
| It's not unusual it | happens every day |
| Dm | |
| No | matter what you say |
| G | C | |
| You'll find it happens all the | time |
| Love will never do |
| Dm | |
| What you want it to |
| G | G7 | Am | C | Dm | |
| Why can't this | crazy love be | mine |
| C | Dm | C | Dm | |
| C | Dm | G | |
| It's not unusual to be | mad with anyone |
| C | Dm | G | |
| It's not unusual to be | sad with anyone |
| Em | Dm | |
| but if I ever find that you've | changed at any time |
| G7 | C | Am | |
| It's not unusual to | find out I'm in | love with you |
| Dm | G | C | Am | Dm | G | etc | |
| whoa | whoa whoa whoa whoa | whoa |

| G | Em | D | |
| I was dr | eaming of the p | ast |
| Em | Em7 | |
| And my heart was beating f | ast |
| D | Em | |
| I began to lose cont | rol |
| C | |
| I began to lose cont | rol |
| G | F | C | |
| I didn't m | ean to hurt y | ou |
| G | F | A# | |
| I'm sorry th | at I m | ade you cry |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| I didn't m | ean to h | urt you |
| G | |
| I'm just a jealous g | uy |
| I was feeling insecure |
| You might not love me any more |
| I was shivering inside |
| I was shivering inside |
| I didn't mean to hurt you |
| I'm sorry that I made you cry |
| I didn't mean to hurt you |
| I'm just a jealous guy |
| I was trying to catch your eyes |
| Thought that you were trying to hide |
| I was swallowing my pain |
| I was swallowing my pain |
| I didn't mean to hurt you |
| I'm sorry that I made you cry |
| I didn't mean to hurt you |
| I'm just a jealous guy |

| 2 | 1 |
| ~title: john barleycorn must die, as done by traffic no capo |
| intro: same as the first line (twice?) w/ some finger stuff (tab is |
| tbd) |
| A Em G D Em ( tab 1 - ->) |
| there were three men came out of the west |
| A G D Em ( tab 2 - ->) |
| their for- tunes for to try |
| A Em G D Em ( tab 1 - ->) |
| and these three men made a so- lemn vow |
| A G D Em ( tab 2 - ->) |
| john barley- corn must die |
| G D Em ( no tab - ->) |
| they've plowed they've sewn, they've harrow'd him in |
| G A B(4) (sync. strum to end) B B4 |
| B | B4 | B | |
| th | rew | clods up- on his head |
| A Em G D Em ( tab 1 - ->) |
| and these three men made a so- lemn vow |
| A G D Em ( tab 2 - ->) |
| john barley- corn was dead |
| (use intro tab (w/ flute :) for between verses filler) |
| comments on the chords: B(4) is Bsus4 (224452) and i play the B as an |
| A two frets up (224442). the strumming pattern for the B chords is a |
| syncopated pattern. listen to the song, it's easy to play... |
| the rest of the verses follow the same pattern, and i don't have the |
| rest of the words (or the song to transcribe from) with me. :( |
| comments? please feel free to correct anything i botched and provide |
| ~From: almanb@sr.hp.com (Bob Alman) |
| John Barleycorn (Traffic version) |
| capo 7th fret (chords relative) |
| D | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| There w | ere three | men came o | ut | of the w | est |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| Their | fortun | es f | or | to t | ry |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And th | ese three m | en made a | sol | emn | vow |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| John | Bar | ley | corn m | ust | die |
| C | Am | Am7 | Am | |
| They've plowed, they've sown, the've | harrowed | him i | n |
| C | D | Esus4 | E | Esus4 | E | |
| Threw c | lods u | pon his | head |
| Dm | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And | these three | men were sa | tis | fied |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| John | Bar | ley | corn w | as d | ead |
| D | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| They le | t him | lie for a | very l | ong | tim | e |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| Till the ra | ins f | rom h | eaven d | id f | all |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And li | ttle Sir Jo | hn sprung | up | his h | ead |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And s | o a | maz | ed t | hem | all |
| C | Am | Am7 | Am | |
| They let him stand 'til m | id s | ummer's | day |
| C | D | Esus4 | E | Esus4 | E | |
| 'til he l | ooked both | pale and | worn |
| Dm | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And | little Sir J | ohn's grown a | long, lo | ng b | ear | d |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And s | o b | ec | ome | a | man |
| D | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| They've | hired | men with s | cythes | so s | har | p |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| To cut | him | off | at t | he | kne | e |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| They r | olled him and t | ied him | by | the | wai | st |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| Serving | him m | ost | bar | barou | sly |
| C | Am | Am7 | Am | |
| They've hired men with s | harp p | itch f | orks |
| C | D | Esus4 | E | Esus4 | E | |
| Who pri | cked h | im to the | heart... |
| Dm | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And the | loader he has | served him | worse th | an t | hat |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| For he's b | ound h | im | to t | he c | art |
| D | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| They've w | heeled him aro | und and ar | ound | in the f | iel | d |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| 'til they c | ame | on | to | a b | arn |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And t | here they m | ade a s | ole | mn o | ath |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| On po | or J | ohn B | arl | eyc | orn |
| C | Am | Am7 | Am | |
| They've hired men with the cr | ab t | ree st | icks |
| C | D | Esus4 | E | Esus4 | E | |
| to c | ut him s | kin from | bone |
| Dm | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And the | miller he has s | erved him w | orse th | an t | hat |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| For he's gro | und him | betwe | en t | wo s | ton | es |
| D | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And li | ttle Sir J | ohn and the n | ut | brown b | owl |
| D | C | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And he's | bran | dy | in t | he g | las | s |
| D | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And li | ttle Sir Jo | hn and the n | ut | brown b | owl |
| D | Am | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| Prove | d the strong | est m | an | at | last |
| C | Am | Am7 | Am | |
| The huntsman, he can't h | unt | the fo | x |
| C | D | Esus4 | E | Esus4 | E | |
| Nor so | loudly | blow his | horn |
| Dm | Am | C | G | Am | A5 | Am | A5 | |
| And the | Tinker he | can't mend | kettle n | or p | ots |
| D | Am | G | A5 | |
| Without | a little | Barl | ycor | n |
| CHORDS: |
| EADGBE | |
| Esus4 | O222OO |
| A5 OO22OO or Asus2 |
| Am7 OO2O1O |

| Dm | |
| I'll t | ell you a story that happened to me |
| C | |
| One d | ay as I went down to Yawl by the sea |
| Dm | F | C | |
| The s | un it was bright and the d | ay it was w | arm, |
| Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | |
| Says | I, 'a quiet p | int wouldn't d | o me n | o h | arm' |
| I went in to the barman, and says 'give me a stout' |
| Says the barman, 'I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out |
| Try whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood' |
| Says I, 'I'll try cider, I've heard that it's good.' |
| (Chorus:) |
| Dm | |
| Oh n | ever, oh never, oh never again |
| C | |
| If I l | ive to a hundred or a hundred and ten |
| Dm | F | C | |
| 'Cause I f | ell to the ground and I c | ouldn't get | up |
| Dm | C | Dm | C | Dm | |
| After dr | inking a p | int of the J | ohnny J | ump | Up |

| C | F | |
| Verse:Th | is land is a lo | vely green |
| Am | G | |
| It | reminds me of my o | wn home |
| C | F | |
| S | uch stirring I've s | eldom seen |
| Am | G | |
| E | ven in my o | wn home |
| C | F | |
| T | he sky so br | ight and clean |
| Am | G | |
| I | t is like my h | ome |
| C | F | |
| K | ind people as have e | ver been |
| Am | G | |
| Won't you t | ake me back to my o | wn home |
| G | F | |
| CHORUS:J | ump up behind me my l | ove |
| Jump up behind me |
| G | |
| Ol | d Dan can bear us both |
| F | |
| J | ump up behind me |
| G | |
| We f | ollow this road 'til we reach the sea |
| F | |
| J | ump up behind me |
| G | |
| We'll c | atch the tide and set Dan free |
| F | |
| Ju | mp up behind me |
| C | F | |
| Verse:I | 've been in this wo | rld awhile |
| Am | G | |
| And I've s | een a lot of co | untry |
| C | F | |
| M | any days and ma | ny miles |
| Am | G | |
| All va | rious and su | ndry |
| C | F | |
| I've h | ad my way and I've h | ad my fun |
| Am | G | |
| And I've | had my chance to r | un free |
| C | F | |
| Bu | rning hot bene | ath the sun |
| Am | G | |
| F | reezing cold and w | intry |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| Am | |
| Bridge:I | know now |
| F | C | |
| O | nly one thing matt | ers in these days X2 |
| Am | F | |
| On | e thing, tr | ue love |
| C | |
| Love a | nd love alone |
| Am | F-C-F-G | |
| Tr | ue love |
| C | F | |
| Verse:I | came out of a dr | eam last night |
| Am | G | |
| Thoug | ht I was back in my | old home |
| C | F | |
| M | om and Dad were | both still alive |
| Am | G | |
| An | d the babies not yet b | orn, no |
| C | F | |
| F | elt like a fe | stival |
| Am | G | |
| Fe | lt like a Christmas m | orning |
| C | F | |
| Fel | t the darkness fa | ll away |
| Am | G | |
| Ev | en as the world was t | urning |
| (chorus) |
| this is a cool song, hope you like it |

| F | C | |
| With karate I'll kick | your ass |
| G | E | |
| From | Here to Tienomen Squ | are |
| F | C | |
| Oh Yeah, mother** | *er |
| G | E | |
| Im gonna k | ick your ***ing deriair ye | ah-e-yeah |
| F c G E |
| You broke the rules, now I'll pull out your pubic hair |
| F | C | G | E | |
| You Moth | er***er |
| F | C | G | E | |
| You Moth | er***er |
| F | C | |
| Kyle Betrayed me, then he l | ied, tried to hide it |
| G | E | |
| But I k | ept it deep inside and you k | now the reason why |
| F | C | G | E | |
| I'm gonna kick your a | ss, from he | re, to right over t | here |
| F | C | |
| Oh Yeah, mother** | *er |
| G | E | |
| Im gonna k | ick your ***ing deriair ye | ah-e-yeah |
| F c G E |
| You broke the rules, now I'll pull out your pubic hair |
| F | C | G | E | |
| You Moth | er***er |
| F | C | G | E | |
| You Moth | er***er |
| Tenacious D Time You Mother Ducker!! |

| D | C | G | C | D | |
| Last week, | Kyle quit the band. | Now we're back to | gether. |
e|--------|
B|--------|
| G|-8h9-8--| |
D|--------|
A|--------|
E|--------|
| D | C | G | C | |
| Misunderstandings, didn't understand. Doesn't m | atter, Now |
| D | |
| we're back tog | ether again. Ohhhhhh, Fa La La La La |
| A | G | D | G | D | |
| Couldn't split up K | ato and Na | sh. | Thats true. |
| A | G | D | G | D | |
| Couldn't split up T | engo and K | ash | Thats also true. |
| G | D | A | G | |
| This is our song of exu | ltant joy cause, | we only | came to |
| D | G | D | |
| kick some a | ss. |
| A | G | D | G | D | |
| Rock the ***ing house, | and kick some ass | . |
| A | G | D | G | D | |
| What we gonna | do with all the cash? |
| C | F | C | |
| Smoke Hash | ! |
| Bb | Eb | Bb | Eb | C | F | D | |
| And then we thrash! | Throw a big old bash ya'll |
| Bb | Eb | Bb | Eb | C | F | D | |
| And everyone is invited to the |
| Bb | Eb | Bb | Eb | C | F | D | |
| Ba | aa | aa | aa | aa | as | h! | C'mon Kyle, one time c'mon! |
| Instead of the solo i'd just repeat F F E E B E B four times and end on B. |
| CHORD CHART |
| D | C | G | A | F | Bb | Eb | |
e|---7------5------7-----9-----5-----3-----3--|
B|---7------5------9----11-----7-----3-----5--|
G|---8------6------9----11-----7-----4-----5--|
D|---9------7------9----11-----7-----5-----5--|
A|---9------7------7-----9-----5-----5-----3--|
E|---7------5------7-----9-----5-----3-----3--|
| Tenacious D Time You Mother Ducker!! |

| G | D | C | |
| do do | do . | .... |
| G | |
| i was sitting at a table on an open bay |
| c g |
| waiting for drink of rum |
| when i asked my waiter for the time of day |
| D-STOP VOCAL ONLY |
| she said look out there's a centipede coming your way |
| chorus |
| G | |
| in lahaina, the sugar kane grow |
| D | |
| in la | haina, the living is slow |
| G | C | |
| in la | haina, the | mangos are sweet |
| G | D | |
| but the centipede he crawls all | over your feet |
| i was lying by the water in the morning sun |
| shaded by a coconut tree |
| when i turned around it was all i could see |
| there was great big centipede staring at me |
| chorus |
| i had only just a second to decide what to do |
| while looking at his poisonous fangs |
| when i said i thought it was a beautiful day |
| he said 'wow mr hall i think your push(ll?)ing my leg' |
| chorus |

| D | C | D | C | A | |
| When you're falling aw | ake and you ta | ke stock of the ne | w day |
| D | C | D | C | A | |
| And you hear your voice cro | ok as you cho | ke on what you need to sa | y |
| F | C | A | |
| Well, don't you fret, don't you fe | ar, I will give you good che | er. |
| D | C | D | C | D | C | |
| Li | fe's a long song- | . Li | fe's a long song- | . Li | fe's a long song- | , |
| G | A | |
| If you wa | it then your plate I will fi | ll. |
| D | C | D | C | A | |
| As the verses unfo | ld and your so | ul suffers the long d | ay, |
| D | C | D | C | A | |
| And the twelve o'clock gl | oom spins the ro | om, you struggle on your wa | y |
| F | C | G | A | |
| Well, don't you sigh, don't you cr | y, lick the du | st from your e | ye. |
| D | C | D | C | D | C | |
| Li | fe's a long song- | . L | ife's a long song- | . Li | fe's a long song- |
| G | A | |
| We will me | et in the sweet light of da | wn. |
| D | C | D | C | A | |
| As the Baker Street tra | in spills your pa | in all over your new dr | ess | . |
| D | C | D | C | A | |
| And the symphony sou | nds undergro | und put you under dur | ess | . |
| F | C | G | A | |
| Well don't you squeal as the hee | l grinds you und | er the whe | els. |
| D | C | D | C | D | C | |
| Li | fe's a long song- | . Li | fe's a long song- | . Li | fe's a long song- | , |
| G | A | |
| But the tu | ne ends too soon for us a | ll. |
| Instrumental = Verse lines 1 – 4 + |
| G | A | D | |
| But the tu | ne ends too soon for us a | ll |
| END |
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| 1 |
| D | C | G | D | |
| Sometimes I | feel like I'm | fading | away |
| D | C | G | D | |
| You're looking at | me, I've got | nothing to | say |
| D | C | G | Bb | |
| Don't make me | angry with the | games that you | play |
| C | G | D | |
| Either light up | or leave me | alone |
| 1 |
| You walk in my room, you lie in my bed |
| You open your mouth, shoot someone dead |
| All of a sudden you're inside my head |
| Either light up or leave me alone |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | |
| – | – |
| guitar solo | |
| Verse |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | |
| – | – |
| Spending my bread like it grew on a tree |
| You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees |
| The skirt that you're wearing is way past your knees |
| Either light up or leave me alone |
| 1 |
| You're up all night preaching your mind |
| Come home in the morning with your latest find |
| I'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the line |
| Either light upÂ…oh!Â…or leave meÂ…alone |
| 1 |
E-12-11-10----------------------------| B-----------12-11-10------------------| G-------------------------------------| D---------------------------2---------| A---------------------2-0-------------| E-------------------------3-----------|
| 2 |
| D | G | Bm | Em |
E-------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------| G------2------------------------------| D--2--------------4-------------------| (X3) A-----------4-------------------------| E-------------------------------------|
| 3 |
E------------------------------------| B---------2----------4---2-5---------| G-----2-----(X3)-2-----2-------------| D---4---4----------4-----------------| A------------------------------------| E------------------------------------|
| Outro: Jam in E |
| Of course there are many modifications to all these licks on Low Spark and on their live |
| On The Road. |
| Questions, comments or childish insults are always welcome. |

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| C | G | |
| I try to discover a little something to ma | ke me sweeter. |
| E | F | |
| Oh baby refra | in from breakin' my h | eart. |
| C | G | |
| I'm so in lov | e with you. I'll be forev | er blue |
| F | C | |
| That you gimme no rea | son why you make-a-me wo | rk so hard |
| G | |
| That you gimme no that you gimme no |
| that you gimme no that you gimme no |
| (Chorus) |
| C | |
| Soul |
| G | F | G | C | |
| I hear you call | ing 'Oh baby ple | ase, Give a little resp | ect to | me' |
| C | G | |
| And if I should falter would you open your ar | ms out to me? |
| E | F | |
| We can make love not w | ar and live at peace with our he | arts |
| C | |
| I'm so in lo | ve with you (in love with you) |
| G | |
| I'll be forev | er blue (forever blue) |
| F | C | |
| What religion or rea | son could drive a man to fors | ake his lover |
| G | |
| Don't you tell me no don't you tell me no |
| don't you tell me no don't you tell me no |
| (Chorus) |
| C | |
| Soul |
| G | F | G | C | G | |
| I hear you call | ing 'Oh baby ple | ase, Give a little resp | ect to | me' |
| C | G | |
| I'm so in lo | ve with you. I'll be fore | ver blue |
| F | C | |
| That you gimme no reas | on why you make-a-me wor | k so hard |
| G | |
| That you gimme no that you gimme no |
| that you gimme no that you gimme no |
| (Chorus) |
| C | |
| Soul |
| G | F | G | C | |
| I hear you call | ing 'Oh baby ple | ase, Give a little resp | ect to | me' |
| Transcribed by darrenblin@hotmail.com |
| END |
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| C | Em | Am | F | G | Gm |
e--0-- --0-- --0-- --1-- --3-- --1-- B--1-- --0-- --1-- --1-- --0-- --0-- G--0-- --0-- --2-- --2-- --0-- --0-- D--2-- --2-- --2-- --3-- --0-- --0-- A--3-- --2-- --0-- --0-- --2-- --2-- E--0-- --0-- --0-- --0-- --3-- --3--
| INTRO: C, Em, Am, Em, F, C, Gm, C |
| VERSE: |
| C | Em | Am | Em | |
| I've got a | mountain to | climb before I | get over this | hill |
| F | C | G | C | |
| I've got a | world to un | wind before I | ever sit | still |
| F | C | G | Am | |
| I've got a | hard road to | hoe, before my | seed is | sewn |
| F | C | G | C | |
| I got a | long way to | get before I | get back | home... |
| PRE-CHORUS/CHORUS: |
| Am | F | G | C | |
| There's an | ocean of | reason that I | cannot | explain |
| Am | C | G | C | |
| There's the | weight of the | world like a | ball and a | chain |
| Am | C | G | Am | |
| There's a | black hole | inside that I | fill up with | stones |
| F | C | G | Am | |
| Got a | long way to | get before I | get back | home |
| F | C | G | C | |
| I've got a | long way to | get, before I | get back | home |
| NOTES: |
| I am not sure about the first two lines of the pre-chorus...they |
| might be a little different, but this is the best I could figure it |
| out while listening to the CD. Hope it works for you. |
| END |
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| Am | Dm | |
| I took my troubles down to M | adame Ruth |
| Am | Dm | |
| You know that gypsy with the g | old-capped tooth |
| C | Am | |
| She's got a pad down at 34th and V | ine |
| Dm | |
| Sellin' little bottles of |
| E | Am | |
| Love Potion Number N | ine |
| verse 2: |
| I told her that I was a flop with chicks |
| I'd been this way since 1956 |
| She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign |
| She said 'What you need is |
| Love Potion Number Nine' |
| bridge: |
| Dm | |
| She b | ent down and turned around and gave me a wink |
| B7 | |
| She s | aid 'I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink' |
| Dm | |
| It s | melled like turpentine and looked like India ink |
| E | |
| I h | eld my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink |
| verse 3: |
| I didn't know if it was day or night |
| I started kissin' everything in sight |
| But when I kissed the cop down at 34th and Vine |
| He broke my little bottle of |
| Love Potion Number Nine |
| instrumental: chords same as bridge; sing last line ('I held...') |
| (repeat verse 3) |
| outro: |
| Dm | Am | |
| Love Potion Number N | ine |
| Dm | Am | |
| Love Potion Number N | ine |
| Dm | A | B | A | G | Am | |
| (hold) | --si | ngle | not | es-- |
| Love Potion Number Nine |
| Notes: |
| 1) on the first verse, slide chromatically to the Am and Dm |
| 2) this is the Searchers' version; the Clovers' original used |
| somewhat different chord changes (and had a final verse about |
| 'Love Potion Number Ten') |
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers |


| C | D | C | G | |
| ( | Constant s | orrow t | hrough his d | ays) |
| G | C | |
| I am the man of constant | sorrow |
| D | C | G | |
| I've seen t | rouble | on my d | ays |
| G | C | |
| I bid farewell to old | Kentucky |
| D | C | G | |
| The place where | I was b | orn and r | aised |
| C | D | C | G | |
| (The p | lace where | he was b | orn and r | aised) |
| G | C | D | C | G | |
| --Break--> |
| For six long years, I've been in trouble |
| No pleasure here on earth I find |
| For in this world, I'm bound to ramble |
| I have no friends to help me now |
| (He has no friends to help him now) |
| --Break--> |
| It's fair the well my old true lover, |
| I never expect to see you again, |
| Oh, I'm bound to ride that northern railroad |
| Perhaps I'll die upon this train |
| (Perhaps I'll die upon this train) |
| --Break--> |
| You can bury me in some hid valley, |
| For many years where I may roam |
| Then you may learn to love another, |
| While I am sleeping in my grave. |
| (While he is sleeping in his grave.) |
| --Break--> |
| Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger |
| My face you'll never see no more |
| But there is one promise that is given |
| I'll meet you on God's golden shore |
| (He'll meet you on God's golden shore) |

----------10-14-15-14-------17- ----12---12-10---12-
-------10-------------15------- --------------------
--[12]-------------------14---- --9----9-------9----
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----12-------12-------12- -12-------12-------12----
-------15-------15------- ----15-------15-------15-
----------12-------12---- -------12-------12-------
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-14---------------------- -13----------------------
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-------2-3-2-----5- ---0-----0-----0-
-----3-------3----- -----3-----3-----
---2-----------2--- -------0-----0---
-0----------------- -----------------
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-----0-----0----- -0---------------
-3-----3-----3--- ---3-1-0---------
---0-----0-----0- ---------2-0-----
----------------- -------------4-2-
-2--------------- -1---------------
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| D | G/D | D | G/D | D | A/C# | |
| Seen the | lights go out on | Broadway |
| Bm | G | A | Asus | A | G | |
| I saw the | Empire State laid | low |
| D/F# | G | Gsus | G | |
| And life went on beyond the | Palisades |
| A | Asus | A | |
| They all bought | Cadillacs |
| G | A | |
| And left there | long ago |
| D | G/D | D | G/D | D | A/C# | |
| They held a c | oncert out in | Brooklyn |
| Bm | G | A | Asus | A | G | |
| To watch the | island bridges | blow |
| D/F# | G | |
| They turned our | power down |
| D/A | G/B | |
| And drove us | underground |
| A/C# | G/B | |
| But we went | right on with the show |
| A/D | D | G/D | D | A/D | D | A | D/A | A |
| (Repeat with same chords) |
| I seen the lights go out on Broadway |
| I saw the ruins at my feet |
| You know we almost didn^Ã’t notice it |
| We seen it all the time |
| On Forty-Second street |
| They burned the churches up in Harlem |
| Like in that Spanish civil war |
| The flames were everywhere |
| But no one really cared |
| It always burned up there before |
| I seen the lights go out on Broadway |
| I watched the mighty skyline fall |
| The boats were waiting at the battery |
| The union went on strike |
| They never sailed at all |
| They sent a carrier out from Norfolk |
| And picked the Yankees up for free |
| They said that Queens could stay |
| They blew the Bronx away |
| And sank Manhattan out at sea |
| You know those lights were bright on Broadway |
| That was so many years ago |
| Before we all lived here in Florida |
| Before the Mafia |
| Took over Mexico |
| There are not many who remember |
| They say a handful still survive |
| To tell the world about |
| The way the lights went out |
| And keep the memory alive |
| ('alive' is on a G/D chord, I play it X55433) |
| (End with same as intro fingerstyle) |

Date: Sun, 30 Jul 1995 17:53:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Clanon Subject: t/three_dog_night/never_been_to_spain.crd
Never Been To Spain Three Dog Night
I
(E) A Well I never been to Spain E But I kinda like the music A See the ladies are insane there E And they sure know how to use it B7 They don't abuse it A Never gonna lose it E I can't refuse it....hmmmmm...
II
Well I never been to England But I kinda like the Beatles Well I headed for Las Vegas Only made it out to Needles Can you feel it, must be real it Feels so good, feels so good
III
Well I never been to heaven But I've been to Oklahoma Well they tell me I was born there But I really don't remember In Oklahoma, not Arizona What does it matter, what does it matter
Solo
Repeat I, III
Solo
pac@netcom.com This is from a greatest hits CD, The Best of Three Dog Night, MCA, 1982

| G | C | G/B | Am7 | F | C | F | C | G | |
| ....... | ....... | ........ | ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| No | woman, no cry. | ..... | ...... | No | woman, no | cry. |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| No | woman, no | cry. | ...... | No | woman, no | cry. |
| G | |
| Said, said, |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| Said I | remember | when we used to sit |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| In the govern | ment yard in Tr | enchtown. |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| Oba, Obs | erving the h | ypocrites |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| As they would | mingle | with the good people we | meet, |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| Good friends | we had oh | good friends we've lost |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| al | ong the way. | ......... |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| In this bright | future you | can't forget your | past |
| C | G/B | Am | F | |
| So dry your | tears I | say..................... | And |
| No woman, no cry...No woman, no cry. |
| Here Little darlin', don't shed no tears, No woman, no cry. |
| Said I remember when we used to sit |
| In the government yard in Trenchtown. |
| And then Georgie would make a firelight |
| As it was love would burn in through the night. |
| Then we would cook cornmeal porridge |
| of which I'll share with you. |
| My feet is my only carriage, |
| So, I've got to push on through, but while I'm gone |
| C | G/B | Am | Fm | G | |
| Ev'ry thing's gonna | be alright. | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be al | right. |
| C | G/B | Am | Fm | G | |
| Ev'ry thing's gonna | be alright. | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be al | right. |
| No woman, no cry...No woman, no cry. |
| Here Little sister, don't shed no tears, No woman, no cry. |
| Said I remember when we used to sit |
| In the government yard in Trenchtown. |
| And then Georgie would make a firelight |
| As it was love would burn in through the night. |
| Then we would cook cornmeal porridge |
| of which I'll share with you. |
| My feet is my only carriage, |
| So, I've got to push on through, but while I'm gone |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... | ....... |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| No | woman, no cry. | ..... | ...... | No | woman, no | cry. |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| Oh, my Little da | rlin', d | on't shed no | tears. | No | woman, no | cry. |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | C | G | |
| Oh, my Little da | rlin', d | on't shed no | tears. | No | woman, no | cry. |
| Here Little sister, don't shed no tears, No woman, no cry. |
| C | G/B | Am | F | C | F | |
| ........ | ........ | ........ | ........ | ........ | . Ev'ry thing's gonna be alright. |
| 4/4 time Strum Pattern= d u d d u d |
| ======================= 1 1 1 1 1 1 |
| d=down u=up ============ 8 8 4 8 8 4 |

| F | C | |
| It's been seven hours a | nd thirteen days |
| Bb | F | C | |
| Since you took your love away |
| F | C | |
| I go out every night a | nd sleep all day |
| Bb | F | C | |
| Since you took your love away |
| F | C | |
| Since you've been gone I can do wh | at ever I want |
| Bb | F | C | |
| I can see whomever I choose |
| F | C | |
| I can eat my dinner in a fan | cy restaurant, But |
| Bb | G | |
| nothin', I said nothin' can take aw | ay these blues, `Cause |
| Bb | F | Bb | F | C | |
| nothing comp | ares, n | othing compares 2 | U |
| F | C | |
| It's been so lonely w | ithout you here |
| Bb | F | C | |
| I'm like a bird without a song |
| F | C | |
| Nothing can stop these lone | ly tears from falling, Tell me |
| Bb | C | |
| baby, where did I go w | rong? |
| F | C | |
| I could put my arms around eve | ry girl I see |
| Bb | F | C | |
| But they'd only remind me of you |
| F | C | |
| I went to the doctor and guess what | he told me, guess what he told me, He said, |
| Bb | G | |
| Boy you better try to have fun no matter w | hat you do, but he's a fool, `Cause |
| Bb | F | Bb | F | C | |
| nothing comp | ares, n | othing compares 2 | U |
| F | C | |
| All the flowers that you plant | ed, in the backyard |
| Bb | F | C | |
| All died when you went away |
| F | C | |
| I know that living with you baby w | as sometimes hard |
| Bb | G | |
| But I'm willing to give it anothe | r try |
| Bb | F | Bb | F | C | |
| Nothing comp | ares, n | othing compares 2 | U |
| ================================================= |
| Tim Gordon |
| tgordon@du.edu |

| G | C | G | |
| There's only t | wo songs in me and | I just wrote the t | hird |
| G | A | D | |
| Don't know w | here I got the inspiration or h | ow I wrote the w | ords |
| G | C | G | |
| Spent my wh | ole life just digging up my m | usic's shallow g | rave |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| For the | two songs | in me and the th | ird one I just m | ade |
| Verse 1: |
| C | G | |
| A r | ich man once told me -'hey, l | ife's a funny thing' |
| C | D | |
| A p | oor man once told me that he c | an't afford to speak |
| B | C | |
| Now | I'm in the middle like a b | ird without a beak |
| (Chorus) |
| Verse 2: |
| So I went to the president and I asked old whats-his-name |
| Has he ever gotten writer's block or something like the same? |
| He just started talking like he was on T.V. |
| G | D | G | |
| 'If there's just | two songs in ya boy, | what do you want fr | om me?' |
| Verse 3: |
| So I bought myself some denim pants and a silver guitar |
| But I flatly told the ladies - you'll still have to call me 'sir' |
| 'Cause I have to keep my self-respect or I'll never be a star |
| G | C | |
| Since there's just t | wo songs in me and th | is is |
| G | |
| Number th | ree |

| C | F | C | F | G | C | |
| When she | wakes it s | eems so s | hady, she re | members | she's a | lady |
| Am | G | C | F | G | |
| Oh but | could it be that | maybe she was h | aving l | ots of | fun |
| C | F | C | F | G | C | |
| She s | ees she's we | aring le | ather, in her | navel th | ere's a | feather |
| Am | G | C | F | C | |
| She ju | st has to crack a s | mile and close her e | yes her p | rayer b | egun |
| chorus: |
| C | F | C | F | G | C | |
| Life | I em | brace you, I shall h | onor a | nd di | sgrace you |
| Am | G | |
| Please fo | rgive if I re | place you |
| C | F | G | |
| You see I'm go | ing thr | ough some p | ain |
| C | F | C | F | G | C | |
| But | now I | see c | learly, and the d | awn is c | oming n | early |
| Am | G | |
| And though I'm h | uman and it's e | arly |
| C | F | C | |
| I swear I'll ne | ver fo | rget a | gain |
| An explorer he went wandering |
| To satisfy his pondering |
| Basically meandering |
| Unsure of what he'd find |
| Braving any danger |
| But to his family he's a stranger |
| And from time to time he turns around |
| And this runs through his mind |
| chorus |
| There's a multitude of story |
| Some is clean and some are gory |
| But there is no need to worry |
| If you're sold or if you're bought |
| We're just spinning on some granite |
| That we like to call a planet |
| And if you need to contemplate |
| Well here's an optimistic thought |
| ***************************************************************** |
| Clare White |
| Colt-Andrews School, Grade 4 |
| Bristol, RI USA |
| bw0001@ride.ri.net |

| G | Em | C | D | |
| Why are there | so many | songs abou | t rainbows, |
| G | Em | C | |
| and what's on the ot | her si | de? |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Rainbows are v | isions, | but only i | llusions. |
| G | Em | C | |
| Rainbows have nothin | g to h | ide. |
| C | |
| So we've been told and some choose to believe it. |
| D7 | D | |
| I kn | ow they're wrong, wait and see. |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| Some day we'll fi | nd it, the | rainbow connec | tion, |
| C | D | G | |
| The lovers, the | dreamers, and | me. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Who said that | every wish would | be heard a | nd answered |
| G | Em | C | |
| when wished on the morn | ing st | ar? |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Somebody thoug | ht of that and so | meone beli | eved it. |
| G | Em | C | |
| Look what it's d | one so | far. |
| C | |
| What's so amazing and keeps us stargazing? |
| D7 | D | |
| What | do we think we might see? |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| Some day we'll fi | nd it, the | rainbow connec | tion, |
| C | D | G | |
| The lovers, the | dreamers an me | . |
| All of us under it's spell we know that it's probably magic. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Have you been | half asleep and h | ave you he | ard voices? |
| G | Em | C | |
| I've heard them | callin | g my name. |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Is this the | sweet sound that c | alled the youn | g sailors? |
| G | Em | C | |
| The voi | ce might be o | ne and the same. |
| C | |
| I've heard it too many times to ignore it. |
| D7 | D | |
| It's | something that I'm supposed to be. |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| Someday we'll find it the r | ainbow c | onnect | ion, |
| C | D | G | |
| the lovers, the | dreamers and m | e. |
| Someday we'll find it the rainbow connection, |
| the lovers, the dreamers and me. |
| END |
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| Verse 1: |
| G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| In A- | merica you'll get | food to eat |
| D7 | |
| Won't have to run through the jungle |
| G | |
| And | scuff up your feet |
| G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| You'll just | sing about Jesus and drink | wine all day |
| D7 | G | |
| It's great to be an American |
| G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| Ain't no | lions or tigers ain't no | mamba snake |
| D7 | G | |
| Just the sweet watermelon and the | buckwheat cake |
| Em7 | A7sus | |
| Everybody is as happy as a | man can be |
| D7 | G | |
| Climb aboard little wog sail | away with me |
| Chorus 1: |
| G | Gsus | |
| Sail a- | way |
| C | Csus4 | |
| Sail a- | way |
| G | Em7 | A7 | C/D | |
| We will | cross the mighty | ocean into Charleston | Bay |
| G | Gsus | |
| Sail a- | way |
| C | Csus4 | |
| Sail a- | way |
| G | Em7 | A7 | C/D | G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| We will | cross the | mighty | ocean into | Charleston | Bay |
| Verse 2: |
| G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| In A- | merica every | man is free |
| D7 | G | |
| To take care of his home and his | family |
| G | Em7 | A7sus | |
| You'll be as | happy as a monkey in a | monkey tree |
| D7 | G | |
| You're all gonna | be an American |
| Chorus 2: |
| G | Gsus | |
| Sail a- | way |
| C | Csus4 | |
| Sail a- | way |
| G | Em7 | A7 | C/D | |
| We will | cross the mighty | ocean into Charleston | Bay |
| G | Gsus | |
| Sail a- | way |
| C | Cdim7 | |
| Sail a- | way |
| G | Em7 | A7 | C/D | G | Em7 | A7sus | G | |
| We will | cross the | mighty | ocean into | Charleston | Bay |
| CHORD DIAGRAMS: |
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| G | Em7 | A7sus | D7 | Gsus | C | Csus | C/D | Cdim7 |
| ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | ADGCEA | |
| xx0232 | x24232 | 020200 | x02223 | xx0233 | 320003 | 320013 | x00003 | xx2323 |
| Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 (clumsyband@hotmail.com) |
| END |
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| G | D | Em7 | G | |
| It | started o | ff so | well |
| C | G | Am | |
| They said we m | ade a per | fect p | air |
| C | D | G | C | |
| I clothed mys | elf in your gl | ory and your l | ove |
| G | |
| How i lo | ved you |
| D | |
| How i cr | ied... |
| Am | G | C | |
| Th | e years of care a | nd loy | alty |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| Were n | othing but a s | hame | it s | eems |
| C | D | G | C | |
| The ye | ars be | lie we li | ved a l | ie |
| G | C | G | |
| I l | ove you t | ill i d | ie |
| D | A | Bm7 | D | |
| Save me s | ave me s | ave | me |
| E7 | A | G | |
| i cant't face my l | ife al | one |
| D | A | D | G | Gm | |
| Save me s | ave me s | ave | me... |
| D | C | G | D | |
| I'm na | ked and I'm f | ar f | rom | home |
| G | D | Em7 | G | |
| The sl | ate will s | oon be c | lear |
| C | G | Am | |
| I'll | erase the | memor | ies |
| C | D | G | C | |
| To s | tart ag | ain with som | ebody n | ew |
| G | |
| It was all w | aisted |
| D | |
| All that lo | ve?... |
| Am | G | C | |
| I | hang my he | ad and i ad | vertise |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| A | soul for s | ale | or r | ent |
| C | D | G | C | |
| I | have no he | art I'm c | old ins | ide |
| G | C | G | |
| I h | ave no re | al in | tent |
| D | A | Bm7 | D | |
| Save me sa | ve med | save | me |
| E7 | A | G | |
| I cant face me l | ife al | one |
| D | A | D | G | Gm | |
| Save me sa | ve med s | ave | me |
| D | C | G | A | |
| I'm | naked and I'm f | ar f | rom h | ome |
| SOLO: G D Em7 G C G Am C D G C G D |
| C | D | G | D | |
| Each night i c | ry I still be | live the l | ie |
| G | D | G | |
| I lo | ve you ti | ll i d | ie |
| D | A | Bm7 | D | E7 | A | G | D | A | D | G | |
| Save me, s | ave me, | save | me | Save me, s | ave me, o | ooh save | me |
| E7 | A | G | |
| Don't let me face my l | ife | alo | ne |
| D | A | D | G | |
| Save me, s | ave me oooo | oohhh |
| D | C | G | A | |
| I'm n | aked and I'm f | ar f | rom h | ome |
| D | Dsus4 | D | C | G | D |
| END |
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| C | F | C | |
| When I | recall his par | ting w | ords |
| C | F | |
| Must I acce | pt his f | ate |
| G | C | F | G | |
| Or t | ake mys | elf far fr | om this pl | ace |
| C | F | C | |
| I thought I he | ard a blac | k bell t | oll |
| C | F | |
| A little b | ird did s | ing |
| G | C | |
| M | an has no ch | oice |
| F | G | C | |
| When h | e wants e | very t | hing |
| C | G | C | |
| We'll r | ise abov | e the scarlet ti | de |
| C | F | |
| That tr | ickles down through the mo | untain |
| C | F | G | C | |
| And sep | arates the wi | dow fr | om the b | ride |
| C | F | C | |
| Man goes bey | ond his o | wn dec | ision |
| C | F | |
| Gets caught | up in the mecha | nism |
| C | G | |
| Of swin | dlers who act like k | ings |
| C | F | G | |
| And brokers w | ho break e | verything |
| C | F | C | |
| The dark of n | ight was swi | ftly fa | ding |
| F | |
| Close to the dawn of | day |
| F | C | G | C | |
| W | hy would I wa | nt him just to l | ose him ag | ain |
| Chorus x2 |
| Outro |
| C C! C! C x2 |
| C! is a chord which I have no idea what to call it, but it just this. 032013 |
| END |
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| Dm | C | |
| Peaches in the | summertime, |
| Dm | C | Dm | |
| Apples | in the | fall, |
| C | |
| If I can't get the | girl I love, |
| Am | Dm | |
| Won't have none at | all. |
| Chorus: |
| Dm | C | |
| Shady grove, | my true love, |
| Dm | C | Dm | |
| Shady | grove, I | know, |
| C | |
| Shady grove, | my true love, |
| Am | Dm | |
| I'm | bound for the shady | grove. |
| Once I was a little boy, |
| Playin' in the sand, |
| Now I am a great big boy, |
| I think myself a man, |
| Chorus |
| When I was a little boy, |
| I wanted a whittlin' knife; |
| Now I am a great big boy |
| And I want a little wife. |
| Chorus |
| Wish I had a banjo string, |
| Made of golden twine, |
| And every tune I'd pick on it |
| Is 'I wish that girl were mine.' |
| Chorus |
| Some come here to fiddle and dance, |
| Some come here to tarry, |
| Some come here to fiddle and dance, |
| I come here to marry. |
| Chorus |
| Every night when I go home, |
| My wife, I try to please her, |
| The more I try, the worse she gets, |
| Damned if I don't leave her. |
| Chorus 2: |
| Shady grove, my little love, |
| Shady grove, my darlin', |
| Shady grove, my little love, |
| I'm going back to Harlan. |
| Fly around, my blue-eyed girl, |
| Fly around, my daisy, |
| Fly around, my blue-eyed girl, |
| Nearly drive me crazy. |
| Chorus 2 |
| The very next time I go that road |
| And it don't look so dark and grazy, |
| The very next time I come that road |
| I'll stop and see my daisy. |
| Chorus 2 |

| A | F#m | D | |
| She came in | through the bathroom wi | ndow |
| A | F#m | D | |
| Protected by | a silver sp | oon |
| A | F#m | D | |
| But now she sucks | her thumb and won | ders |
| A | |
| By the banks of her own lagoon |
| Dm | A | |
| Didn't anybody t | ell her? |
| Dm | |
| Didn't anybody s | ee? |
| G7 | C | C/B | |
| Su | nday's on the phone to Mond | ay |
| G7 | C | A | |
| Tu | esday's on the phone to | me |
| F#m | D | A | |
| She said she'd always | been a da | ncer |
| F#m | D | A | |
| She worked in fifteen | clubs a d | ay |
| F#m | D | |
| And though she thought | I knew the a | nswer |
| A | |
| Well, I knew but I could not say |
| F#m | D | A | |
| And so I quit | the police depa | rtment |
| F#m | D | A | |
| And got | myself a steady j | ob |
| F#m | D | |
| And though she | tried her best to h | elp me |
| F#m | A | |
| She could steal | but she could not rob |
| Dm | A | |
| Didn't anybody t | ell her? |
| Dm | |
| Didn't anybody s | ee? |
| G7 | C | C/B | |
| Su | nday's on the phone to Mond | ay |
| G7 | C | A | |
| Tu | esday's on the phone to | me oh y | ea |
| transcribed by Chris Sears |
| cts@mail.utexas.edu |

| C | |
| S | itting here in limbo, but I know it won't be long |
| F | C | |
| S | itting here in limbo, like a bird without a so | ng |
| G | |
| Well, they're pu | tting up resistance |
| F | G | C | |
| But I k | now that my fa | ith will lead me | on |
| Sitting here in limbo, waiting for the dice to roll |
| Sitting here in limbo, have some time to search my soul |
| Well, they're putting up resistance |
| But I know that my faith will lead me on |
| CHORUS #1: |
| F | C | |
| I don't kn | ow where life will l | ead me |
| F | C | |
| But I k | now where I've be | en |
| F | C | |
| I can't s | ay what life will s | how me |
| F | C | |
| But I k | now what I've se | en |
| G | Am | |
| Tried my h | and at love and f | riendship |
| G | Am | |
| But all t | hat is past and | gone |
| F | G | |
| This little boy is moving | on |
| Sitting here in limbo, waiting for the tide to flow |
| Sitting here in limbo, knowing that I have to go |
| Well, they're putting up resistance |
| But I know that my faith will lead me on |
| CHORUS #2: |
| I can't say what life will show me |
| But I know what I've seen |
| I can't say where life will lead me |
| But I know where I've been |
| Tried my hand at love and friendship |
| But all that is past and gone |
| This little boy is moving on |
| REPEAT THIRD VERSE |
| C | |
| Sitting in limbo, sitting in limbo, etc... |
| NOTE: The song sounds better if you add these variations to E: |
| 0 2 2 1 0 4 and 0 2 2 1 0 2 and then the usual 0 2 2 1 0 0 |
| So, while strumming you can move down the E string with your pinkie. |
| Listen to the record to see what I mean. |
| (from The Harder They Come soundtrack, 1972) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |

| A | D | D | A | A | A7 | D | A | F# | B | E | A |
| A | |
| Now put your arms around me like a circle 'round the sun |
| D | |
| I want'cha love me Mama, when my easy ridin's done |
| D | |
| If you don't believe I love ya, look what a fool I've been |
| A | |
| If you don't believe I'm sinkin', look what a hole I'm in |
| A | A7 | D | |
| Stealin', stealin', | pretty mama don't | you tell on me |
| A | F# | B | E | A | |
| I'm | stealin' back | to | my same old used | to be |
| Instramental break |
| A | |
| That woman I love is just my height and size |
| D | |
| Married girl, come and see me sometime |
| D | |
| If you don't believe I love ya, look what a fool I've been |
| A | |
| If you don't believe I'm sinkin', look what a hole I'm in |
| A | A7 | D | |
| Stealin', stealin', | pretty mama don't | you tell on me |
| A | F# | B | E | A | |
| I'm | stealin' back | to | my same old used | to be |
| Instramental break |
| A | |
| Put your arms around me like a circle 'round the sun |
| D | |
| I want'cha love me Mama, when my easy ridin's done |
| D | |
| If you don't believe I love ya, look what a fool I've been |
| A | |
| If you don't believe I'm sinkin', look what a hole I'm in |
| A | A7 | D | |
| Stealin', stealin', | pretty mama don't | you tell on me |
| A | F# | B | E | A | |
| I'm | stealin' back | to | my same old used | to be |
| A | A7 | D | |
| Stealin', stealin', | pretty mama don't | you tell on me |
| A | F# | B | E | A | |
| I'm | stealin' back | to | my same old used | to be |

| F | C | F | C | |
| Tar | zan | wasn't a | ladies man |
| F | C | F | C | Am | G | |
| He'd just | come along and | swoop 'em up un | der his | arm like | that |
| Am | G | Dm | G | |
| Quick as a | cat in the | jungle |
| F | C | F | C | |
| But | Clark | Kent, now | there was a | real gent |
| F | C | F | C | Am | G | |
| He would | not be caught | sittin' aro | und in no | jungle | scape |
| Am | G | Dm | G | |
| Dumb as an | ape doing | nothing | Chorus |
| F | G | C | F | |
| Superman never | made any money | saving the world from | Solomon Grundy |
| C | F | C | F | G | |
| And | sometimes I | despair the | world will never | see another | man like him |
| F | C | F | C | |
| Hey | Bob, | Supe had a | straight job |
| F | F | F | C | Am | G | |
| Even | though he could have | smashed through any | bank in the | United | States |
| Am | G | Dm | G | |
| He had the | strength but he | would not |
| F | C | F | C | |
| Folks | said his | family were | all dead |
| F | C | F | C | Am | G | |
| Their planet | crumbled but | Superman he | forced himself to | carry | on |
| Am | G | Dm | G | |
| Forget Kry | pton and keep | going | Chorus |
| Am | G | Am | G | F | C | G | |
| Tar | zan was | king of the | jungle and | lord over all the | apes |
| Am | G | Am | G | F | C | F | C | G | |
| But | he could | hardly | string together | four wo | rds: ' | I Tar | zan, you | Jane' |
| F | C | F | C | |
| Some | times when | Supe was | stopping crimes |
| F | C | F | C | Am | G | |
| I'll | bet that he was | tempted to just | quit and turn his | back on | man |
| Am | G | Dm | G | |
| Join Tar | zan in the | forest |
| F | C | F | C | F | C | F | C | |
| But | he | stayed in the | city and | kept | changing clothes in | dirty old | phonebooths |
| Am | G | Am | G | Dm | G | |
| Til his | work was | through and | nothing to | do but go | on home | Chorus |
| ------ Forwarded message ends here ------ |


| G | Cadd9 | G | |
| I'll | tell me ma when | I go | home, |
| D7 | G | |
| The | boys won't leave the g | irls alone |
| G | Cadd9 | G | |
| They pull my hair, they s | tole my c | omb, |
| D7 | G | |
| But | that's all right 'til | I go home |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| She is handsome, | she is pretty, |
| G | D7 | |
| She's the belle of | Belfast City, |
| G | C | |
| She is courtin', a | one, two, three |
| G | D7 | G | |
| Please won't you tell me | who is | she? |
| Break over verse chorus chords |
| Now Albert Mooney says he loves her, |
| An' all the boys are fighting for her. |
| Knocking on the door and they're ringing on the bell, |
| Saying, 'Oh my true love, are you well?' |
| Down she comes as white as snow |
| With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. |
| Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die |
| If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye |
| CHORUS, Break over Versechorus chords. |
| Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high, |
| And the snow come shoveling from the sky. |
| She's as nice as apple pie, |
| She'll get her own lad by and by! |
| an' |When she gets a lad of her own |
| She won't tell her ma when she comes home. |
| Let them all come as they will |
| It's Patrick Murphy she loves still! |
| CHORUS, with the 'she is...' part |
| repeated twice |
| Ending: |G C G| D7 G| |

| D | |
| Along about eighteen twenty five |
| C | |
| I | left Tennessee very much alive |
| D | |
| And I | never would got through the Arkansas mud |
| C | D | |
| If I hadn't been a-ridin that | Tennessee | Stud |
| I had me some trouble with my sweetheart's Paw |
| One o' her brothers was a bad outlaw |
| I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud |
| Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud |
| Chorus: |
| D | C | D | |
| The Tennesee Stud was | long and | mean |
| G | F | A | |
| The | color of the sun and his | eyes were | green |
| D | C | D | |
| He had the nerve and he | had the | blood |
| D | C | D | |
| And there never was a horse like The | Tennesee | Stud |
| We drifted on down inta no man's land |
| And crossed that river called the Rio Grande |
| I raced my hoss with a Spaniard's foal |
| 'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold |
| Me and the gambler we couldn't agree |
| We got in a fight over Tennessee |
| We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud |
| And I got away on the Tennessee Stud |
| Chorus |
| Well I got just as lonesome as a man could be |
| A-dreamin of my girl in Tennessee |
| The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue |
| 'Cause he was dreamin bout his sweetheart too |
| We loped right back across Arkansas |
| I whooped her brother and I whooped her Paw |
| When I found that girl with the golden hair |
| She was a-ridin that Tennessee Mare |
| Ad lib Whoa Boy |
| Chorus |
| Stirrup to stirrup and side by side |
| We crossed them mountains and the valleys wide |
| We came to big muddy and then we forded a flood |
| On the Tennesee Mare and the Tennessee Stud |
| There's a prety little girl on the cabin floor |
| And a little horse colt layin on the floor |
| I love that girl with the golden hair |
| And the Tennesee stud loves the Tennessee Mare |
| Ad lib They're good horses |
| Chorus |
| Giving back to the net........... |
| Bruce Lande (Teleseller@AOL.COM) |
| P.S. I'd like the words/crds to Tennessee Flat Top Box if anyone has them. |


| D | G | |
| The | day Marvin Gaye and | Phil Ochs got married |
| D | A | |
| The | trees all waved their | giant arms |
| D | G | |
| And | happiness bled from | every street corner |
| D | A | G | F#m | Em | D | |
| And | bomber planes | bombed with | flu | ffy | pill | ows |
| ( Pause ) |
| ( Repeat Yelling with Linnel and Flansburgh Now ) |
| D | G | |
| The | day Marvin Gaye and | Phil Ochs got married |
| D | A | |
| The | trees all waved their | giant arms |
| D | G | |
| And | happiness bled from | every street corner |
| D | A | G | F#m | Em | D | |
| And | bomber planes | bombed with | flu | ffy | pill | ows |
| Dnd | |
| [] | [] |
| END |
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| | This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation | |
| | of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, | |
| | or research. | |
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| C | |
| The fox went out on a chilly night |
| G | |
| He prayed for the moon to | give him light |
| C | F | |
| For heâd many a mile to | go that night |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| Before he | reached the | town-o, | town-o, | town-o |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Heâd many a mile to | go that night, | before he reached the | town-o |
| C | |
| He ran til he came to the farmerâs pen |
| G | |
| The ducks and the geese were | kept therein |
| C | F | |
| He said, ãa couple of you are gonna | grease my chin, |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| Before I | leave this | town-o, | town-o, | town-oä |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Said a couple of you are gonna | grease my chin, | before I leave this | town-o |
| C | |
| He grabbed the great goose by the neck |
| G | |
| And he threw a duck | across his back |
| C | F | |
| And he didnât mind the | quack, quack |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| And the legs all | dangling | down-o, | down-o, | down-o |
| F | C | G | C | |
| He didnât mind the qu | ack, quack and the le | gs all dangling do | wn-o |
| C | |
| The old grey woman jumped out of bed |
| G | |
| Out of the window she | popped her head, |
| C | F | |
| Crying John, John, the great | goose is gone |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| And the fox is | on the | town-o, | town-o, | town-o |
| F | C | G | C | |
| John, John, the great | goose is gone and the | fox is on the | town-o |
| C | |
| He ran til he came to his nice warm den |
| G | |
| And there were the little ones, | eight, nine, ten |
| C | F | |
| Sayin Daddy, Daddy, better | go back again |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| For it must be a | might fine | town-o, | town-o, | town-o |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Daddy, Daddy, | go back again for it | must be mighty fine | town-o |
| C | |
| The fox and his wife, without any strife |
| G | |
| Cut up the goose with a | fork and a knife |
| C | F | |
| They never had such a | supper in their life |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| And the little ones | chewed on the | bones-o, | bones-o, | bones-o |
| F | C | |
| They never had such a | supper in their life |
| G | C | |
| And the | little ones chewed on the | bones |

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| Em | G | D | |
| I am a | Lighthouse, | Worn by the weather and the | waves. |
| Em | G | D | |
| I keep my | lamp lit, to | warn the sailors on their | way. |
| I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. |
| I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts. |
| I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea. |
| We had grown closer, 'til his joy meant everything to me. |
| He was to marry a girl who shown with beauty and light. |
| They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights. |
| Chorus: |
| C | Bm | Bb | C | D | |
| And the | waves crashing a | round me, The | sand slips | out to | sea, |
| C | Bm | Em | F#m | G | |
| And the | winds that blow re | mind me of what has | been | , |
| A | D | |
| and what can | never | be. |
| Verse: |
| She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return, |
| But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned. |
| He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind, |
| And me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end. |
| Verse: |
| Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore. |
| He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore. |
| I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand, |
| Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran. |
| Verse: |
| I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves, |
| And though I'm empty, I still warn the sailors on their way. |

| C | Am | |
| This magic | moment so | different and so new |
| F | G | |
| Was like any | other until | I kissed you |
| C | Am | |
| And then it | happened it | took me by surprise |
| F | G | |
| I knew that you | felt it too by the | look in your eyes |
| Chorus: |
| Am | |
| Sweeter than | wine (sweeter than wine) |
| F | |
| Softer than a | summer night |
| (softer than a sumer night) |
| C | G | |
| Everything I | want I have whenever I | hold you tight |
| C | Am | |
| This magic | moment while your | lips are close to mine |
| F | G | C | |
| Will last for | ever for | ever till the end of | time |
| Am | F | G | |
| whoa oh oh | oh oh Whoa oh oh | oh oh Whoa oh oh | oh |
| (Horns (or guitar) play one line: C Am F G sort of a military beat) |
| Repeat chorus, fade out with whoa oh's |
| Submitted by Doug Morris, dougmorris@tce.snider.net |

| Am | |
| If your me | mory serves you well |
| Bo7 |
| We were goin' to meet again and wait |
| E | |
| So I'm go | in F Dm Am |
| And sit before it gets too late |
| C | Am | |
| No | man alive will c | ome to you |
| C | Am | |
| With a | nother tale to t | ell |
| C | Am | |
| But you kn | ow that we shall m | eet again |
| F | Dm | Am | |
| If your me | mory se | rves you w | ell |
| CHORUS: |
| Dm | F | C | G | G7 | |
| This wheel's on f | ire, rol | ling down the r | oad |
| C | G | F | C | |
| Best n | otif | y my ne | xt of k | in |
| F | G | A | |
| T | his wheel s | hall exp | lode! |
| If your memory serves you well |
| I was goin' to confiscate your lace |
| And wrap it up in a sailor's knot |
| And hide it in your case |
| If I knew for sure that it was yours |
| But it was oh so hard to tell |
| But you knew that we would meet again |
| If your memory serves you well ...CHORUS |
| If your memory serves you well |
| You'll remember you're the one |
| That called on me to call on them |
| To get you your favors done |
| And after every plan had failed |
| And there was nothing more to tell |
| You knew that we would meet again |
| If your memory served you well ...CHORUS |
| Bo7: x x 0 1 0 1 |
| (from The Basement Tapes, originally done around 1967) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |

| G | F | C | G | |
| / / | / / | / | / . . |
| G cbords arpeggiated on barp | |
| A A |
| / . . . / . . . |
| Verse 1: |
| G | |
| There's a li | ght |
| Am | |
| A certain kind of light |
| C | G | |
| That never shone on | me |
| F | G | |
| I want my life to | be |
| D | |
| To live with y | ou |
| C | |
| To live with y | ou |
| There's a way |
| Everybody says |
| To do each and every little thing |
| But what does it bring |
| If I ain't got you |
| Ain't got... baby |
| Chorus: |
| G | D | |
| Y | ou don't know what it's l | ike |
| N.Bb. | |
| D A |
| Baby, you don't know what it's like |
| D | |
| To love someb | ody |
| C | |
| To love someb | ody |
| G | |
| The way I l | ove you |
| repeat intro | |
| Verse 2: |
| Mmm, in my brain |
| I see your face again |
| I know my frame of mind |
| You ain't got to be so blind |
| And I'm blind, so so so very blind |
| I'm a man, can't you see what I am |
| I live and I breathe for you |
| But what good does it do |
| If I ain't got you |
| Ain't got... baby |
| repeat cborus | |
| D | G | |
| I... love | you |
| repeat cborus | |
| D | G | |
| No-no-no-no-no | -no |
| repeat cborus; fade | |
| Note: Barry Gibb plays in open D tuning (D-A-D-F#-A-D, low to high). Chord |
| formations used in this song: |
| G | 777777 | |
| Bm | 020020 |
| D 000000 |
| D | 222222 | F | 555555 | |
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers |

| a | d | dm | |
| and you n | eed a place to rest your s | hoes |
| a | d | dm6 | |
| there's s | omeone here to welcome the n | ews |
| a b7 e9 |
| I'd be so happy to know that you're alive. |
| a d e9 |
| If loneliness should make you feel low |
| a | d | dm6 | |
| and you f | eel the need for someone to k | now |
| a | d | dm6 | |
| I'd lo | ve to hear your welcomed hel | lo |
| a b7 e9 |
| I'd be so happy to know that you're alive. |
| a7sus4 | a7 | d | |
| There's | so many sig | hts, those brigh | t city lights |
| a | |
| will help you try and find your w | ay. |
| e f#m |
| It's a big, big world and you're a big, big girl |
| e d e7 |
| so hurry up and don't be late. |
| a d e9 |
| But if you ever want to come home |
| a | d | dm6 | |
| there's n | o need in you feeling al | one |
| a | d | dm | |
| a | ll you got to do is ph | one |
| a b7 e9 |
| I'd be so happy to know that you'e alive. |
| a7sus4 | a7 | d | |
| There's | so many sig | hts, those br | ight city lights |
| a | |
| will help you try and find your w | ay. |
| e f#m |
| It's a big, big world and you're a big, big girl |
| e d e7 |
| so hurry up and don't be late. |
| a d e9 |
| But if you ever want to come home |
| a | d | dm6 | |
| there's n | o need in you feeling al | one. |
| a | d | dm | |
| A | ll you got to do is ph | one |
| a b7 e9 |
| I'd be so happy to know that you're alive, |
| a b7 e9 |
| I'd be so happy to know that you're alive, |
| a b7 e9 a |
| i'd be so happy to know that you're alive. |

| Am | |
| This is the greatest and best song in the world... Tribute. |
| Am | |
| Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here, |
| Am | |
| We was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road. |
| Am | |
| All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... |
| Am | |
| In the middle of the road. |
| Am | |
| And he said: |
| Play the A string but palm mute it. |
| 'Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your souls.' |
| Am | |
| Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other, |
| Am | |
| And we each said... 'Okay' |
| Am | G | |
| And we played the first thing that | came to our heads, |
| F | |
| Just so happened to be, |
| Am | G | F | |
| The Best Song in the | World, it was | The Best Song in the World. |
| D | F | |
| Look into my eyes and it's | easy to see |
| C | G | |
| One and | one make two, two and | one make three, |
| F | |
| It was d | estiny. |
| D | F | |
| Once every hundred-thousand | years or so, |
| C | G | |
| When the | sun doth shine and the | moon doth glow |
| F | |
| And the g | rass don't grow... |
| Am | |
| Needless to say, the beast was stunned. |
| Am | |
| Whip-crack went his schwumpy tail, |
| Am | |
| And the beast was done. |
| Am | |
| He asked us: 'Be you angels?' |
| Am | |
| And we said, 'Nay. We are but men!' |
| ROCK! |
| D | F | C | G | |
| Ahhh, | ahhh, | ahhh-ah- | ah, |
| F | |
| Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh! |
| Am | G | F | |
| This is not The G | reatest Song in the | World. |
| Am | G | F | |
| No, this is just a | tribute. |
| Am | G | F | |
| Couldn't remember The | Greatest Song in the | World. |
| Am | G | F | |
| No, this is a | tribute, | oh. |
| Am | G | D | F | |
| To The Greatest | Song in the | World, All right! |
| Am | G | D | F | |
| It was The Greatest | Song in the | World, All right! |
| Am | G | |
| It was the | best muthafuckin' song |
| D | F | |
| The greatest song in the | world. |
| Solo: Am - G - D - F (x2) |
| Am | G | |
| And the peculiar | thing is this my friends: |
| D | F | |
| The song we sang on that | fateful night, |
| Am | G | D | F | |
| It didn't actually sound | anything like this | song. |
| Am | G | D | F | |
| This is just a | tribute! You | gotta' belie | ve me! |
| Am | G | D | F | |
| And I wish you were | there! J | ust a matter of op | inion. |
| Am | G | |
| Ah, fuck! | Good God, | God lovin', |
| D | F | |
| So surprised to find | you can't stop it. |
| Am | G | D | F |
| F | |
| All right! All right! |

| Capo on 1st fret |
| G | Bm | C | B | A | G | |
| (x2) |
| G | Bm | C | Ab)(F# | G | |
| You can | take all the | t | ea in C | hina |
| G | Bm | C | Ab)(A | D | |
| Put it | in a big brown | b | ag for | me |
| G | Bm | C | Ab)(F# | G | |
| Sail right | round a | ll | the seven o | ceans |
| G | Bm | C | Ab)(F# | G | |
| Drop it | straight into the | d | eep blue | sea |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| She's an angel of the first degree |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| Just like honey baby, from the bee |
| You can't stop us on the road to freedom |
| You can't keep us, cause our eyes can see |
| Men with insight, men in granite |
| Knights in armor bent on chivalry |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| She's an angel of the first degree |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| Just like honey baby, from the bee |
| *Solo* verse (x12) |
| You can't stop us on the road to freedom |
| You can't keep us, cause our eyes can see |
| Men with insight, men in granite |
| Knights in armor bent on chivalry |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| She's an angel of the first degree |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| Just like honey baby, from the bee |
| Well, you know she's alright |
| You know she's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| Well, you know, you know |
| You know she's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| And she's alright, and she's alright |
| She's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| She's alright |
| She's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| And she's alright |
| Well, she's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| And she's all, she's alright, she's alright |
| She's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| She's alright, she's alright, she's alright |
| She's alright (she's an angel) |
| You can take all the tea in China |
| Put it in a big brown bag for me |
| Sail right round all the seven oceans |
| Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey, yes she is |
| She's an angel of the first degree (she's an angel) |
| She's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| Just like honey baby, from the bee (she's an angel) |
| Oh she's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| She's an angel of the first degree (she's an angel) |
| Oh she's as sweet as tupelo honey |
| Just like the real thing, oh from the bee (she's an angel) |
| Oh, she's alright |
| She's alright with me (she's an angel) |
| She's my baby |
| You know she's alright (she's an angel) |
| She's my baby, she's my baby |
| You know she's alright (she's an angel) |
| Oh she's... |

| G | D | |
| Oh the sun beats down and melts the tar upon the | roof |
| D | G | G7 | |
| And your s | hoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-p | roof |
| C | G | Am | |
| Under the b | oardwalk, down by the | sea |
| G | D | G | |
| On a b | lanket with my baby | is where I'll | be |
| From a park nearby happy sounds from a carousel |
| You can almost taste the hotdogs and french fries they sell |
| Under the boardwalk, down by the sea |
| On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be |
| Em | |
| Under the b | oardwalk, out of the sun |
| D | |
| Under the b | oardwalk, we'll be having some fun |
| Em | |
| Under the b | oardwalk, people walking above |
| D | |
| Under the b | oardwalk, we'll be falling love |
| Em | Em | Em | Em | |
| Under the b | oard- | walk, | board | -walk |

| Am | C | |
| Voodoo Lady |
| Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Shankin' that | stick and | drivi | n' me | cra | zy |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Your eyes looks | red and hazy |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Doin' that | stuff that you | do |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Messin' me | up with your voo | doo |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| F | |
| Boogie oogie oogie oogie oogie |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| E | E | E | |
| Boogie | boogie | boogie |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Your lips are | hot and spic | y |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Servin' up red | beans and rice |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| At midnite she's | a howlin' and stompi | n' |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Makin' love to the | gators in the swampi | n' |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| F | |
| Boogie oogie oogie oogie oogie |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| E | E | E | |
| Boogie | boogie | boogie |
| Solo: |
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| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| I feel you | now inside me |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Never once did | you deny m | e |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Doin' that | stuff that you | do |
| Am | C | Am | C | G | D | C | |
| Knockin' me o | ut with your vood | oo |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| F | |
| Boogie oogie oogie oogie oogie |
| D | |
| You drive me crazy with that |
| E | E | E | |
| Boogie | boogie | boogie |
| Am | C | |
| Voodoo | lady |
| Am | C | |
| Shakin' that stick | drivin' me crazy |
| Am | C | |
| Voodoo | lady |
| Oh yeah |
| Bridge: |
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| D |
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| D | |
| Look at the ivy on the cold clinging wall |
| Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall |
| It's not a matter of when push comes to shove |
| G | D | |
| It's just an hour on the w | ings of a d | ove |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | G | D | |
| It's just w | arm l | ove |
| It's just warm love |
| I dig it when you're fancy dressed up in lace |
| I dig it when you have a smile on your face |
| This inspiration's got to be on the flow |
| This invitation's got to see it and know |
| It's just warm love |
| It's just warm love |
| Em7 | |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| D | |
| That | warm love |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| That warm love |
| BRIDGE |
| A | D | |
| To the c | ountry I'm | going |
| A | D | |
| Lay and | laugh in the | sun |
| A | Bm | F#m | |
| You can | bring your | guitar alo | ng |
| Bm | F#m | |
| We'll si | ng some so | ngs, |
| A | |
| we'll ha | ve some fun |
| D | |
| The sky is crying and it's time to go home |
| And we shall hurry to the car from the foam |
| Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes |
| It's raining outside from the skies up above |
| Inside it's warm love |
| Inside it's warm love |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| And it's everpresent everywhere |
| That warm love |
| That warm love |
| etc.. |

| G | Dm | C | Am7 | D7 |
| G | C | |
| If you've been thinkin' you were | all that you've got |
| D | G | D7 | |
| then d | on't feel alone anym | ore. |
| G | C | |
| 'Cause w | hen we're together then y | ou've got a lot |
| D7 | G | G7 | |
| 'cause | I am the river and you are the | shore. |
| CHORUS |
| C | D | G | D | Csus2 | G | |
| And it goes o | n and o | n, w | atching the r | iver | run |
| C | C/B | Am7 | D | |
| further and f | urther from t | hings that we've d | one, |
| G | G7 | |
| leaving them one by | one. |
| C | D | G | Dm | E7 | |
| And we have j | ust beg | un w | atching the r | iver r | un, |
| Am7 | C | D | G | |
| listening and learn | ing and year | ning to run river | run. |
| G | C | D | G | D7 | |
| Winding and swirling and da | ncing along, we p | assed by the old willow t | ree |
| G | C | |
| where l | overs caress as we s | ing them our song, |
| D7 | G | G7 | |
| re | joicing together when we greet the | sea |
| REPEAT CHORUS TWICE then end with |
| Dm | C | Am7 | D | G |

| G | C | G | C | |
| As I walk | through | This wicked | world |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| Searching for | light in the | darkness of in | sanity |
| G | C | G | C | |
| I ask my | self | 'Is all hope | lost?' |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| 'Is there only | pain and | hatred, and | misery?' |
| G | D | |
| And each | time I feel like | losin' sight |
| Em | C | |
| There's | one thing I wanna | know, |
| G | D | Em | A | |
| Whats so funny 'bout | peace, love, and under | standing? | Oh |
| G | D | Em | D | |
| Whats so funny 'bout | peace, love, and under | standing? |
| BREAK: A . . . D . . . A . . . D . . . |
| A . . . D . . . A . . . D . . . |
| G | C | G | C | |
| As I walk | on | Through troubled | times |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| My spirit gets | so down | hearted some | times |
| G | C | G | C | |
| So where I've | gone | And who I | trusted |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| And where is the | har | - mon - | y, sweet harmon | y |
| G | D | |
| 'Cause each | time I feel it | slippin' away |
| Em | C | |
| It | just makes me wanna | cry, |
| G | D | Em | A | |
| ' | Whats so funny 'bout | peace, love, and under | standing?' | Oh |
| G | D | Em | D | |
| ' | Whats so funny 'bout | peace, love, and under | standing?' |

| F | C | F | C | G | |
| (no | chor | d | / / A - D / A |
| Oh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble, |
| G | F | |
| Ancient / foo | - oot - / prints are every - / w | here. |
| C | C | - | F | C | |
| You could / | almost thi - / ink | that you | r seein' | / double, |
| G | C | |
| On the / cold | , dark / night on the Spanish / S | tairs. |
| G | C | |
| Gotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room, |
| G | G | - | C | F | |
| Where I / got m | e a date with a / pretty littl | e girl f | rom / Gr | eece. |
| C | C | - | F | C | |
| She / pro | - o / mised | she'd | be there | / with me, |
| G | C | |
| When I / pai | - ai / aint my master - / piece. |
| F | C | F | C | G | |
| (no | cho | rd) | / A / A - D / A |
| Oh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum. |
| G | C | |
| Dodging / li - | ii / ions, and a-wasting / time, |
| C | C | - | F | C | |
| Oh those / mighty | kings of the / jungle, I cou | ld hardly | stand to | / see'em |
| G | C | |
| Yes it / sur | e has / been a long, hard / climb. |
| G | C | |
| Train wheels a- / running through the back of my / memory, |
| G | G | - | F | C | |
| When I / ran o | n a hilltop / followin | ' a pa | ck of wi | ld / geese, |
| C | F | - | C | |
| Someday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy |
| G | C | |
| When I / pai - | ai / aint my master - / piece. |
| G | F | - | C | |
| Sailing round the / world in a dirty gon - / do - la, |
| G | G | - | F | - | G | |
| Oh to be / back | in the / land of, / Co - ca - / | co - | la. |
| /C | C | - | F | C | |
| Well I left / R | o - / me, | and l | anded | in / Brussels, |
| G | C | |
| On a / pla | ne ride so / bumby that I almost / cried, |
| F | - | C | C | - | F | C | |
| Clergy men | in unifor | m, and / young girl | s pulli | ng / muss | els, |
| G | C | |
| Every - / one | was there to / greet me when I stepped in - / side, |
| G | G | - | F | C | |
| Newspaper / men ea | tin | ' / | candy, |
| G | G | - | F | - | C | |
| Had to be held / down b | y big | po - / | lice | . |
| C | C | - | F | C | |
| Someday, every - / thing is | gonna | be / | different, |
| G | C | |
| When I / pai | - ai / aint my master - / piece. |
| END |
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| Gm | |
| I | came upon a child of God |
| C | |
| He was wa | lking along the road |
| And I asked him 'Where are you going?' |
| Gm | |
| And th | is he told me |
| 'I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm |
| C | |
| I'm gonna join | in a rock and roll band |
| I'm gonna camp out on the land |
| Gm | |
| And try and get my s | oul free' |
| CHORUS #1: |
| C | |
| We are sta | rdust, we are golden |
| Gm | F | Gm | C | Gm | |
| And we've g | ot to get ours | elves back to the | gar | de | n |
| Gm | |
| Huy do do do do do do huy do do do do do do |
| Huy do do do do do do huy do do do |
| Then can I walk beside you |
| I have come here to lose the smog |
| And I feel to be a cog in something turning |
| Well maybe it is just the time of year |
| Or maybe it's the time of man |
| And I don't know who I am |
| But you know life is for learning ...CHORUS #1 |
| By the time we got to Woodstock |
| We were half a million strong |
| And everywhere there was song and celebration |
| And I dreamed I saw the bombers |
| Riding shotgun in the sky |
| And they were turning into butterflies |
| Above our nation ... |
| CHORUS #2: |
| We are stardust, billion year old carbon |
| We are golden, caught in the devil's bargain |
| And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
| NOTE: This are the piano chords for guitar, more or less. The CSNY |
| version is quite different- I can't figure that version out at this point. |

| Em | D | Em | |
| As | soon as you're born they | make you feel | small |
| Em | D | Em | |
| By | giving you no time in | stead of it | all |
| Em | D | Em | |
| 'til the | pain is so big you feel | nothing at | all |
| Em | D | Em | |
| A | working class hero is | something to | be |
| Em | D | A | Em | |
| A | working class | hero is | something to | be |
| They hurt you at home and they hit you at school |
| They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool |
| 'til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years |
| Then they expect you to pick a career |
| When you can't really function; you're so full of fear |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv |
| and you think you're so clever and classless and free |
| But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| There's room at the top they're telling you still |
| but first you must learn to smile as you kill |
| If you want to be like the folks on the hill |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| A working class hero is something to be |
| Em | D | Em | |
| If you | want to be a hero well | just follow | me |
| Em | D | A | Em | |
| If you | want to be a | hero | just follow | me |

| C | C7 | |
| You are my sunshine, my only | sunshine |
| F | C | |
| You make me | happy when skies are | gray |
| F | C | |
| You'll never | know, dear, how much I | love you |
| G7 | C | |
| Please don't take my | sunshine a | way |
| C | C7 | |
| the other night, dear, as I lay | sleeping |
| F | C | |
| I dreamed I | held you in my | arms |
| F | C | |
| When I | awoke, dear, I was | mistaken |
| G7 | C | |
| And I hung my | head and | cried |
| C | C7 | |
| You are my sunshine, my only | sunshine |
| F | C | |
| You make me | happy when skies are | gray |
| F | C | |
| You'll never | know, dear, how much I | love you |
| G7 | C | |
| Please don't take my | sunshine a | way |
| C | C7 | |
| you once told me you really | loved me |
| F | C | |
| And no one | else could come | between |
| F | C | |
| But now you've | left me to love | another |
| G7 | C | |
| And you've shattered | all of my | dreams |
| C | C7 | |
| You are my sunshine, my only | sunshine |
| F | C | |
| You make me | happy when skies are | gray |
| F | C | |
| You'll never | know, dear, how much I | love you |
| G7 | C | |
| Please don't take my | sunshine a | way |
| G7 | C | |
| Please don't take my | sunshine a | way |

| C | G | C | C7 | |
| You've got a fri | end in | me |
| F | C | |
| You've got a friend in | me |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| When the ro | ad looks | rough ah | ead |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| And you're mi | les and mi | les from your ni | ce warm b | ed |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| You just reme | mber what your o | ld pal s | aid |
| D7 | G | C | |
| Boy, y | ou've got a fr | iend in me |
| A | D7 | G | C | Am | A | C | G | |
| Yeah, you | 've got a fr | iend in | me |
| C | G | C | |
| You've got a f | riend in | me |
| F | C | C7 | |
| You've got a friend in | me |
| F | C | |
| You got tro | ubles |
| E | Am | |
| And I got them | too |
| F | C | |
| There isn | 't anything |
| E | Am | |
| I | wouldn't | do for you |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| W | e stick toget | her, we can | see it th | rough |
| D7 | G | C | A | |
| Cause y | ou've got a fr | iend in | me |
| D7 | G | C | |
| You've got a fr | iend in m | e |
| F | B | |
| Some other folks might be a li | ttle bit smarter than I am |
| C | B | C | |
| Bigger and s | tronger t | oo, Maybe |
| B | C | |
| But none of t | hem |
| D | B | |
| Will | ever lo | ve you |
| Em | A | |
| The | way I | do |
| Dm | G | |
| It's m | e and y | ou, boy |
| C | G | C | |
| And as the years | go | by, |
| F | C | |
| Our fri | endship will never d | ie |
| F | C | E | Am | |
| You're gonna see it's our | des- | ti- | ny |
| D7 | G | C | A | |
| You've got a friend in me |
| D7 | G | C | A | |
| You've got a fri | end in | me |
| D | G | C | E | Am | A | C | G | C | |
| You've got a fr | iend in | me |

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| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | |
| Here I | stand | head in | hand, | turn my face to the | wall |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | D | |
| If she's | gone I | can't go | on, | feeling two foot | sm | al | l |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | |
| Every | where | people | stare | each and every | way |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | D | |
| I can | see them | laugh at | me | and I hear them | say | ay | ay |
| G | C | Dsus | D | D6 | D | |
| Hey you got to | hide your love | away |
| Hey you got to hide your love away |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | |
| How can | I | even | try, | I can never | win |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | D | |
| Hearing | them | seeing | them | in the state I'm | in |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | |
| How could | she | say to | me | love will find | away |
| G | D | F | G | C | F | C | |
| Gather | round | all you | clown, | let me hear you | say | ay |