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Black Magic Woman

Peter Green / Fleetwood Mac

	A7	Dm	A
	Got a black magic	woman,got a black magic wo	man,

	Dm	Gm
Yes, I've got a	black magic woman, got me so blind I can't	see,

	Dm	A	Dm
that she's a	black magic woman and she's	try'in to make a devil out of	me.

Don't turn your back on me baby, don't turn your back on me baby,

Yes, don't turn your back on me baby, stop messin' around with your tricks.

Don't turn your back on me baby, 'cause you just might pick up my magic sticks.

solo

You got your spell on me baby, you got your spell on me baby,

Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, turnin' my heart into stone.

I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone.

	Dm
	Yes, I need you so bad; I need you, darlin'; I need you, darlin'.

Yes, I want you to love me; I want you to love me. Oh, Yeah! Oh-oh, yeah;

Yes, I need your love; Oh, I need your love so bad, I need your love...

Born To Be Wild

M. Bonfire / Steppenwolf: Steppenwolf (1968)

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	Em
	Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway.

Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way.

	G	A	E	G	A	E
	Yeah,	darlin' gonna	make it happen,	Take the	world in a	love embrace.

	G	A	E	G	A	E
	Fire	all of the	guns at once and	ex-	plode into	space!

	Em
	I like smoke and lightnin' - Heavy metal thunder.

Wrestlin' with the wind - And the feelin' that I'm under.

Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space!

	E	G
Like a	true nature's child - We were	born, born to be wild.

	A	G	Em
We could	climb so high,	I never wanna	die.

	E	D	E	D	E	D	E	D
	Born to be	wild,			Born to be	wild.

Solo, organ + guitar (in Em)

	Em
	Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway.

Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way.

Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space!

Like a true nature's child - We were born, born to be wild.

We could climb so high, I never wanna die.

Born to be wild, Born to be wild.

Solo - fade out (in Em)

Brown Sugar

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Sticky Fingers (1971)

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	A	D
	Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,	sold in a market down in New Orleans.

	A	G	A
	Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright,	hear him whip the women	just around midnight:

	E		A	Asus4	A	Asus4		A
		Brown Sugar	- how come you	taste so	good.

	E		A	Asus4	A	Asus4		A
		Brown Sugar	- just like a	young girl	should.

	C	Csus4	C	A	Asus4	A	F	G	A	Asus4	A
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Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot, lady of the house wond'ring where it's gonna stop.

Houseboy knows that he's doin' alright, you should have heard him just around midnight:

Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

Solo

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Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen.

I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like, you should have heard me just around midnight:

Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

Five Hundred Miles

Hedy West

	C	Am	Dm	Dm7
If you	miss the train I'm	on, you will	know that I am	gone.

	Dm	Dm7	G
You can	hear the whistle	blow a hundred	miles.

	C	Am	Dm	Dm7
A hundred	miles, a hundred	miles, a hundred	miles, a hundred	miles,

	Dm	G	C
You can	hear the whistle	blow a hundred	miles.

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home,

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,

Lord I can't go back home this a way.

This a way, this a way, this a way, this a way,

Lord I can't go back home this a way.

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone.

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Folsom Prison Blues

Johnny Cash/Johnny Cash (1955)

	E
I	hear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,

	E	E7
And	I ain't seen the sunshine since I	don't know when,

	A7	E
I'm	stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin'	on.

	B7	E
But that	train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An	tone.

	E
When	I was just a baby my momma told me: "Son,

	E	E7
	Always be a good boy; don't	ever play with guns."

	A7	E
But I	shot a man in Reno, just to watch him	die.

	B7	E
When I	hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and	cry.

	E
I	bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.

	E	E7
They're	prob'ly drinkin' coffee and	smokin' big cigars.

	A7	E
But I	know I had it comin', I know I can't be	free.

	B7	E
But those	people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures	me.

	E
Well if they	freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,

	E	E7
I	bet I'd move it all a little	farther down the line.

	A7	E
	Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to	stay.

	B7	E
And I'd	let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a	way.

Get thee behind me, Satan

Lee Hays, Millard Lampell, Pete Seeger/Almanac Singers (1941)

	A
	My Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill,

	A7
Says, "Get you some whiskey, boy, and	drink your fill."

	A7	D	A
	Get thee	behind me, Satan, travel on down the	line.

	E7	D7	A
I am a	union man, gonna	leave you be	hind.

A red-headed woman took me out to dine,

Says, "Love me, baby, leave your union behind."

Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line.

I am a union man, gonna leave you behind.

On the Fourth of July, the politicians say,

"Vote for us and we'll raise your pay."

Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line.

I am a union man, gonna leave you behind.

Oh, the company union sent out a call,

They said, "Join us in the summer, we'll forget you in the fall."

Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line.

I am a union man, gonna leave you behind.

If anyone should ask you your union to sell,

Just tell him where to go, send him back to hell!

Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line.

I am a union man, gonna leave you behind.

Hey Joe

Jimi Hendrix

	C	G	D	A	E	E	E/G	E	E/G	E
	Hey	Joe	where ya'	goin' with that	gun in your hand?

	C	G	D	A	E	E7
I said	hey	Joe	where ya	goin' with that	gun in your hand?

	C	G
	I'm goin' out to	find my woman now,

	D	A	E	E7
	She's been	runnin' round with some	other man

	C	G
	I said I'm goin' out to	find my woman now!

	D	A	E	E7
	She's been	runnin' 'round with some	other man

Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do?

Well I guess I'll shoot my woman,

That's what I'll do!

Well I guess I'll shoot them both

Before I'm through.

Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go?

Well I think I'll go down to my favourite place Mexico,

Well I think I'll go down to where a man can be free.

And there ain't gonna be no hangmans ropes

Gonna be put around me.

Hit The Road, Jack

Percy Mayfield / Ray Charles (1961)

	Am	G	F	E
	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ / (repeat)

	Am	G	F	E	Am	G	F	E
Hit the	road,	Jack and	don't you come	back no	more, no	more, no	more, no	more

	Am	G	F	E	Am	(...)
Hit the	road,	Jack and	don't you come	back no mo-	o-o-o-	ore

What'd you say?

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more

Woo!

Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean

You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen

I guess if you say so

I'd have to pack my things and go

That's right!

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back, no more

What'd you say?

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more

Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this way

Cause I'll be back on my feet some day

Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood

You ain't got no money you just ain't no good

Well, I guess if you say so

I'd have to pack my things and go

That's right!

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more

What you say?

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more

Well

Don't you come back no more - Uh, what'd you say?

Don't you come back no more - I didn't understand you!

Don't you come back no more - You can't mean that!

Don't you come back no more - Oh, no baby, please!

Don't you come back no more - What you tryin' to do to me?

Don't you come back no more - Oh, don't treat me like that!

Don't you come back no more - ...

I Shall Be Released

Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan: Greatest Hits Vol. II (1970)

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	They say ev’rything can be re	placed,	Yet ev’ry	distance	is not	near;

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	So I remember ev’ry	face,	Of ev’ry	man who	put me	here.

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
I	see my light come	shining,	from the	west un	to the	east

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	Any day now,	any day now,	I	shall	be re	lased

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	They say ev’ry man needs pro	tection,	They say	ev’ry	man must	fall.

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	Yet I swear I see my re	flection,	Some	place so high	above this	wall.

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
I	see my light come	shining,	from the	west un	to the	east

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	Any day now,	any day now,	I	shall	be re	lased

	E	F#m	F#m	B	E
	Standing next to me in this	lonely crowd, Is a man	who swears	he’s not to	blame.

	E	F#m	F#m	B	E
	All day long I hear him shout	so loud, Crying	out that	he was	framed.

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
I	see my light come	shining,	from the	west un	to the	east

	E	F#m	G#m	F#m	B	E
	Any day now,	any day now,	I	shall	be re	lased

I Want To Be Loved

Willie Dixon / Muddy Waters: Hard Again (1977)

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		/ -	/ -	/	/	/ -

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The	spark in your	eye sets my	soul	on	fire,

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
Your	voice is	like an angel a	bove.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
The	touch of your	hand, woman,	drives me	in- -	sane:

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
I'm	crazy 'bout	every little	thing	you	do;

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
I	even	cherish your	hug.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
Your	kisses so	sweet, honey,	they can't	be	beat;

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

Solo

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bridge:

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	Every time I ask you for a date,

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	You don't come at all, or you're oh so late.

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	I ask you to dance a little spin.

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	You say: "	Wait a minute	, daddy,	here	come my friend!"

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I	love the way you	walk when you	pass	me	by,

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
-	Even when you	tryin' to	snub	.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
The	touch of your	hand, honey,	drives me	in- -	sane,

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

Living with the Blues

Brownie McGhee / Brownie McGhee and Sonny Terry

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E7

Rocks is my

pillow; cold, cold ground my bed.

	A7
Blue sky is my	blanket, moonlight my spread.

	E7	A7	A	A/G#	A/G	A/F#	E7	B7
I'm not a	shamed, ain't that	news,	I've	been	living	with the	blues.

	E7	A7
You ever been	down? - You know how I feel, Feel like an	engine, ain't got no driving wheel.

	E7	A7	A	A/G#	A/G	A/F#	E7	B7
I'm not a	shamed, ain't that	news,	I've	been	living	with the	blues.

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	Rocks have been my	pillow,	cold ground has been our	bed;

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Blue	skies have been our	blanket, we're using	moonlight for our spread! (Oh,yes)

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You ever been	down? - You know how I feel, Feel like an	engine, ain't got no driving wheel.

	E7	A7	A	A/G#	A/G	A/F#	E7	B7
I'm not a	shamed, ain't that	news,	I've	been	living	with the	blues.

Harp solo

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	Rocks have been my	pillow,	cold ground has been our	bed;

	G#7	A7	B7
Blue	skies have been our	blanket, we're using	moonlight for our spread! (Oh,yes)

	E7	A7
Don't believe	I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in; Don't believe I	love you, look what a fool we've been!

	E7	A7	A	A/G#	A/G	A/F#	E7
I'm not a	shamed, ain't that	news,	I've	been	living	with the	blues.

	G#7	A	A	A/G#	A/G	A/F#	E7
I'm not a	shamed, oh no, ain't that	news,	I've	been	living	with the	blues.

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I'm not a

shamed, oh no, ain't that

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Love in Vain

R. Johnson, Jagger & Richards / Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)

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Well, I	followed her to the	station with a	suitcase in my	hand.

	C	C7	G	G7
Yeah, I	followed her up to the	station	with a suitcase in my	hand,

	D	D7	C
Well, it's	hard to tell, it's	hard to tell

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all your	love's in	vain.

When the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye,

Well, the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye,

Well, I felt so sad and lonesome - I could not help but cry.

Slide guitar solo on 1 chorus (now you can hear the Hammond)

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind.

Harp solo on 1 chorus

	G
	All my love's in vain.

All my love's in vain.

Me and Bobby McGee

Kris Kristofferson / Janis Joplin

Intro

	G
	Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,

	D7
feelin' nearly faded as my	jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rains,

	G
Took us all the way to New Or	leans.

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

	G7	C
And was blowin' sad while	Bobby sang the	blues.

	C	G
With them	Windshield wipers slappin' time, and	Bobby clappin' hands we finely

	D7	G
	sang up every song that driver	knew.

	C	G
	Freedom's just another word for	nothing left to lose.

	D7	G
	Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's	free.

	C	G
	Feeling good was easy, Lord, when	Bobby sang the blues.

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	Feeling good was good enough for me,

	G	A
Good enough for me and Bobby Mc	Gee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun

	E7
Bobby shared the secrets of my	soul.

Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done,

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Every Night she kept me from the	cold.

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Then	somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away;

	A7	D
Lookin' for the	home and I hope she'll	find!

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And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a	single yesterday,

	E7	A
	Holding Bobby's body close to	mine.

	D	A
	Freedom's just another word for	nothing left to lose.

	E7	A
	Nothing ain't worth nothing, But it's	free.

Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.

Feeling good was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

Get Off Of My Cloud

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones

	E		A		B		A
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repeat after each line in verse

	E	A	B	A	E	E A B A
I	live in an	apparmtent on the	ninety-ninth	floor of my	block

	E	A	B	E	E A B A
I	sit at home lookin'	out my window i	magining the world has	stopped

	E	A	B	E	E A B A
Then	in flies a	guy who's all dressed	up just like a Union	Jack

	E	A	B	E	E A B A
He	says "I'd 've won five	pounds if I	had this kind of detergent	pack"

	E	G#m	A	B
Said I "	Hey	you get	off of my	cloud

	E	G#m	A	B
	Hey	you get	off of my	cloud

	E	G#m	A	B
	Hey	you get	off of my	cloud

	D	B	E	E A B A
	Don't hang around, 'cause two's a	crowd on my	cloud!

The telephone is ringing I say "Hi who's there on the line?"

A voice says "Hi hello how are you?" "Well I guess I am doin' fine!"

He says "It's three a.m. there's too much noise don't you people want to go to bed?

Just cause you feel so good, do you have to drive me out of my head?"

CHORUS

I was sick and tired, fed up with things and decided to take a drive down town.

It was so very quiet and peaceful, there was nobody, not a soul around.

I laid myself down, I was so tired and I started to dream.

In the morning the parking tickets were just like flags stuck on my windscreen!

CHORUS

St. James Infirmary

trad.

	Em	Am	Em	C	B7
I went	down to	old Joe's	barroom, On the corner	by the	square.

	Em	Am	Em	C	B7	Em	Am
Well, the	drinks were	served as	usual, And the	usual	crowd was	there,

	Em	B7	Em
And the	usual	crowd was	there.

	Em	Am	Em	C	B
In a	corner stood	old Joe Mc	Kennedy, His eyes all	bloodshot and	red.

	Em	Am	Em	C	B7	Em	Am
He	turned to the	crowd a	round him, And	these were the	words he	said,

	Em	B7	Em
And	these were the	words he	said:

	Em	Am	Em	C	B7
I	went to	St. James in	firmary, I saw my	baby	there.

	Em	Am	Em
She was	layed out on a	long white	table,

	C	B7	Em	Am	Em	B7	Em
So	sweet, so	cold, so	fair,	So	sweet, so	cold, so	fair!

Went up to see the doctor, "She's very low," he said;

Went back to see my baby:

Good God! She's lying there dead! Good God! She's lying there dead!

"Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be!

She can search this wide world over,

And never find a man like me, And never find a man like me!

Well, if I die, please won't you bury me With my high top Stetson hat!

Put a twenty Dollar gold piece on my watchchain,

to let the boys know that I'm standing pat, to let the boys know that I'm standing pat!

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin, Let six pretty girls sing me a song!

Put a dixieland band behind my hearse wagon,

To raise Hell while they roll me along, To raise Hell while they roll me along

Now that's the end of my story; Let's have another round of booze

And if anyone should ask you:

I've got the St. James Infirmary blues, I've got the St. James Infirmary blues!

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,...

Summertime Blues

Eddie Cochran

	E	A	B7	E	A	B7	E
	/ / /	/	/ / /	/ / / /	/	/ / /	/

	E	E	A	B7	E
	I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler.

	E	E	A	B7	E
About a-	workin' all summer, just to try to earn a dollar.

	A
	Every time I call my baby, try to get a date;

	-	E	-
My boss says:	No dice son, you gotta work late.	/ /

	A
	Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do,

	E	-
But there	ain't	no cure for the summertime blues!

	E	A	B7	E	A	B7	E
	/ / /	/	/ / /	/ / / /	/	/ / /	/

	E	E	A	B7	E
	Well my ma' and pappa told me: Son, you gotta make some money

	E	E	A	B7	E
	If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next sunday.

	A
	Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick!

	-	E	-
So	you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick!	/ /

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do,

But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues!

	E	E	A	B7	E
	I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation.

	E	E	A	B7	E
	I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations.

	A
	Well I called my congressman and he said; quote:

	-	E	-
I'd	like to help you son, but you're too young to vote!	/ /

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do,

But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues!

Sympathy For The Devil

Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones

	E	D	A	E
	Please allow me to intro	duce myself, I'm a	man of wealth and	taste.

	D	A	E
I've been around for	long, long years, stolen	many a man's soul and	faith.

	D	A	E
I was 'round when	Jesus Christ had his	moments of doubt and	pain.

	D	A	E
Made damn' sure that	Pilate washed his	hands and sealed his	fate.

	B	E
	Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my	name,

	B	E
But what's	puzzling you is the nature of my	game!

I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change.

Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain.

I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank.

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name,

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game!

I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made.

I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me.

Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste,

And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay.

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name,

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game!

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		(	so	lo)

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name,

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game!

Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints.

As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste.

Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste.

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name,

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game!

	\|:		E	D	A	E	:\|
		(	so	lo)

The War Drags On

Mick Softley / Donovan

	E	E7	A	E
	Let me tell you the	story of a	soldier named	Dan.

	E7	A	E
Went out to	fight the	good fight in	South Vietnam.

	E7	A	E
Went out to	fight for peace,	liberty and	all.

	E7	A	F#m		E
Went out to	fight for	equality,			hope let's go!

	Em7	E
	And the war	drags on!

Found himself involved in a sea of blood and bones.

Millions without faces - without hope and without homes.

And the guns they grew louder as they made dust out of bones.

That the flesh had long since left just as the people - left their homes.

And the war drags on!

They're just there to make the people free.

But the way that they're doing it, it don't seem like that to me.

Just more blood letting, and misery, and tears;

That this poor country's known for the last twenty years.

And the war drags on!

Last night young Dan had a nightmare it seems.

One that kept occurring and reoccurring in his dreams.

Millions of people running screaming and shouting loud;

And right overhead was a big mushroom cloud.

And there's no more war -

'Cause there's no more world -

And my tears keep fallin' down -

Like the rain - on to the blackened ground!

Wanted Man

Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan / Johnny Cash

(Capo III)

	C		D		G		G7		F		C

	C	D
Wanted	man in California, Wanted	man in Buffalo,

	G	G7	F	C
Wanted	man in Kansas	City, Wanted	man in Ohi	o,

	C	D
Wanted	man in Mississippi, Wanted	man in ol' Cheyenne,

	G	G7	F	C
Wher	ever you might	look tonight You might	see this wanted	man!

	C	D
I might	be in Colorado, Or	Georgia by the sea;

	G	G7	F	C
Working	for some man who	may not know At	all who I might	be.

	C	D
If you	ever see me coming And if	you know who I am

	G	G7	F	C
Don't you	breathe it to no	body 'Cause you	know I'm on the	lamb.

	C	D
Wanted	man by Lucy Watson, Wanted	man by Jeannie Brown,

	G	G7	F	C
Wanted	man by Nellie	Johnson, Wanted	man in this Tex-	town.

I've had all that I wanted Of a lot of things I've had

And a lot more than I needed Of some things that turned out bad.

I got sidetracked in El Paso, Stopped to get myself a map.

Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back.

Then I went to sleep in Shreveport, Woke up in Abilene,

Wonderin' why the hell I'm wanted At some town half way in between.

Wanted man in Albuquerque, Wanted man in Syracuse,

Wanted man in Tallahassee, Wanted man in Baton Rouge.

There's somebody set to grab me Anywhere that I might be,

And wherever you might look tonight You might get a glimpse of me.

Wanted man in California, Wanted man in Buffalo,

Wanted man in Kansas City, Wanted man in Ohio.

Wanted man in Mississippi, Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne,

Wherever you might look tonight You might see this wanted man!

We Gotta Get out of this Place

B. Mann, C. Weil / Animals

Bass Intro & Repeat over Verse:

G ---------------------| D ---0---3--2---0------| A ------------------3--| E -3---3---------------|

In this dirty old part of the city

Where the sun refuse to shine

	G		F		G
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'

	G		F		G
Now my little girl you're so young and pretty

	G		F		G
And One thing I know is true

	G		F		G
You'll be dead before your time is due - I know

Watched my daddy in bed a-dyin'

watched his hair did turn a-gray

He's been working in slavery his life away, oh yes I know!

He's been workin' so hard, yeah

I've been working too, babe

Every Night and Day, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

	C	F	G
	We gotta get	out of this	place

	C	D	G
	If it's the last thing we	ever	do

	C	F	G
	We gotta get	out of this	place

	Am	\|:	C		Bb		F		G		:\|
	Girl there's a better life for me and You

My little girl you're so young and pretty

And one thing I know is true

You'll be dead before your time is due

See my daddy in bed a-dying

See his hair a turning grey

He's been working in slavery his life away

I know he's been workin' so hard

(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, babe

(Yeah!) Every day, babe

(Yeah!) Whoooa! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

We gotta get out of this place...

Somewhere, baby - Somehow, I know it!

We gotta get out of this place...

Believe me, baby - I know it, baby!

You know it, too...

Working Class Hero

John Lennon

	Am	G	Am
As	soon as you're born they	make you feel	small

	Am	G	Am
By	giving you no time in	stead of it	all

	Am	G	Am
'til the	pain is so big you feel	nothing at	all

	Am	G	Am
A	working class hero is	something to	be

	Am	G	D	Am
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 youre so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you cant really function you're so full of fear

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 youre still fucking peasants as far as I can see

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

	Am	G	Am
If you	want to be a hero well	just follow	me

	Am	G	D	Am
If you	want to be a	hero	just follow	me

When I Was Young

Burdon, Briggs, Weider, Jenkins, McCulloch / Eric Burdon & the new Animals

RIFF: (Em) v v v v e ------------12-14-12---10-12-10---9--10--9----|-7-- B ------------10-12-10---8--10-8----7--8---7----|-5-- G ----------------------------------------------|---- D ----------------------------------------------|---- A ----------------------------------------------|---- E ----------------------------------------------|----

	\|:	Em	(riff)	:\|		Em	D
					The	rooms were so much	colder then;

	Em	D	Em	D
My	father was a	soldier then; And	times were very	hard

	Em	(riff)	Em/D	Em	(riff)
When I was	young	- When	I was	young

I smoked my first cigarette at ten;

And for girls I had a bad yen;

And I had quite a ball - When I was young

	G	Em
When	I was young it was	more important

	G	Em	D
	Pain more painful,	laughter much louder,	yeah

	Em	(riff)	D	Em	(riff)
When I was	young	- When	I was	young

I met my first love at thirteen

She was brown and I was pretty green

And I learned quite a lot

When I was young - When I was young

Instrumental break

	Gm		F	Gm		F	Gm		F		Gm
	/ / / /		/ / / /	/ / / /		/ / / /	/ / / /		/ / / /		/ / / / / / / /

	Bb	Gm
When	I was young it was	more important

	Bb	Gm	F
	Pain more painful,	laughter much louder,	yeah

	Gm	(riff)
When I was	young

	Gm	F	Gm	F
My	faith was so much	stronger then;	I believed in	fellow men

	Gm	F	Gm
	And I was so much	older then - When I was	young

	F	Gm
	When I was	young - When I was young...

Worried Man Blues

trad.

	G	G7
It	takes a worried man to	sing a worried song,

	C	G
It	takes a worried man to sing a worried	song!

	G	G7
It	takes a worried man to	sing a worried song,

	Am	D7	D	G
I'm worried	now but I	won't be	worried	long

	G	G7
I	went across the river, and	I laid down to sleep,

	C	G
I	went across the river, and I laid down to	sleep!

	G	G7
I	went across the river, and	I laid down to sleep;

	Am	D7	D	G
When I woke	up I had	shackles	on my	feet! - It takes a worried man...

Twenty-nine links of chain around my leg,

I had twenty-nine links of chain around my leg!

Twenty-nine links of chain around my leg;

And on each link An initial of my name! - It takes a worried man...

Judge, judge, judge, What's gonna be my fine,

I Judge, judge, judge, What's gonna be my fine;

Judge, judge, judge, What's gonna be my fine?

"Twenty-one years On the Rocky Mountain line". - It takes a worried man...

The train pulled in, sixteen coaches long,

The train pulled in, sixteen coaches long!

The train pulled in, sixteen coaches long;

The girl I love, she's on that train and gone. - It takes a worried man...

I looked down that track as far as I could see,

I looked down that track as far as I could see!

I looked down that track as far as I could see;

Little-bitty hand was waving back at me. - It takes a worried man...

If anyone should ask you who made up this song,

If anyone should ask you who made up this song!

If anyone should ask you who made up this song:

Tell him t'was I, and I sing it all day long. - It takes a worried man...

Cadd9

Fadd9

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Jagger-Richards / the Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)

Intro: choir sings 1st verse, chorus; guitar & french horn

	\|:	C	Cadd9	C	F	Fadd9	F	:\|

	C	F	C	F
I	saw her today at the re	ception,	- a glass of wine in her	hand

	C	F	C	F
I	knew she was gonna meet her con	nection, - at her	feet was a footloose	man

	C	F	C	F
You	can't always get what you	want, You	can't always get what you	want

	C	F
You	can't always get what you	want,

	D	F	C	F	C	Cadd9	C	F	Fadd9	F
But if you	try sometimes, you just might	find, you get what you	need!

I went down to the demonstration, - To get my fair share of abuse.

Singing: "We're gonna vent our frustration! - If we don't we're gonna blow a fivty amp fuse!"

You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!

I went down to the Chelsea Drug Store, - To get your prescription filled.

I was standing in line with Mister Jimmy, - And man did he look pretty ill!

We decided that we would have a soda, - my favorite flavour - cherry red.

I sung my song to Mister Jimmy, - and he said one word to me and that was "dead".

I said: You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!

Interlude: brief electric solo and choir, instrumental

	Dsus		C		F		Dsus		G7sus

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you get what you

need!

I saw her today at the reception, - in her glass was a bleeding man.

She was practiced at the art of deception, - I could tell by her bloodstained hands.

You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!