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Late Monday Cafe du Kräh (7.3.2015)
_________________ 1. Teil _________________
1. Horse With no Name
2. All Along the Watchtower
3. Heart of Gold
4. Midnight Special
5. Joanna
6. The Rose
7. Bad Moon Rising
John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival: Green River (1969)
| |: | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | D6 | :| |
| | // / | / | / | // | / | / | / | / | / | |
| D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D |
| I see a | bad | moon a- | risin'. | | | | | |
| D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D |
| I see | trouble's | on the | way. | | | | | |
| D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D |
| I see | earth | quakes and | lightnin'. | | | | | |
| D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D |
| I see | bad | times | today. | | | | | |
| G | D |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D |
| There's a | bad moon on the | rise! | | | | | |
I hear hurricanes a blowin' | |
I know the end is comin' soon. | |
I feel the river's overflowin' | |
I hear the voice of rage and ruin. | |
Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, | |
There's a bad moon on the rise! | |
| Solo: | |: | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
| G | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | Intro riff |
| | | | | | | | | | |
Hope you got your things together. | |
Hope you're quite well prepared to die. | |
Looks like we're in for nasty weather. | |
One eye is taken for an eye. | |
Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, | |
There's a bad moon on the rise! | |
| G | D |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| A | G | D | A | G | D | (Intro Riff) |
| There's a | bad moon on the | rise! | | | | |
8. Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms
trad.
| G | D |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| G | C |
Gonna | lay 'round this shack till the | mail train comes back, |
| D | G |
And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| G | D |
I | ain't gonna work on the railroad, Ain't gonna work on the | farm. |
| G | C |
Gonna | lay 'round this shack 'til the | mail train comes back |
| D | G |
And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Where were you last Friday night - While I was lying in jail? | |
Walking the street with another man, Wouldn't even go my bail! | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
I know your parents don't like me - They turn me away from your door. | |
If I had my life to live over - I wouldn't go there no more! | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Mama was a beauty operator, Sister could weave and spin. | |
Daddy's got an interest in an old cotton mill - Watch that money roll in. | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Sometimes there's a change in the ocean, Sometimes there's a change in the sea. | |
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love - But there'll never be a change in me. | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
9. 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 to sing a worried song - It takes ... | |
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 to sing a worried song - It takes ... | |
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? | |
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? | |
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? | |
"Twenty-one years On the Rocky Mountain line." | |
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... | |
The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. | |
The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. | |
The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. | |
The girl I love, she's on that train and gone. | |
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... | |
I looked down the track, as far as I could see, | |
I looked down the track, as far as I could see, | |
I looked down the track, as far as I could see. | |
Little Baby's hand was waving after me. | |
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... | |
| Am | (n.c.) | G |
I'm worried | now but I | won't be worried | long! |
________________ 2. Teil ________________
10. White Room
11. I Shall be Released
12. Hurt
Trent Reznor / Nine Inch Nails: The Downward Spiral (1994); Johnny Cash (2002)
| Am | | C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
| | I | hurt my | self to | day - to | see if | I still | feel. |
| C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
I | focus | on the | pain - the | only | thing that's | real. |
| C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
The | needle | tears a | hole - the | old fa | miliar | sting. |
| C | D | Am | C | D | G | Am |
Try to | kill it | all a | way - but I re | member | every | thing | ! |
| Am | F | C | G |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| Am | F | C | G |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| Am | F | C | G | C |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt | ! |
| C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
| I wear this | crown of | thorns - u | pon my | liars | chair |
| C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
| Full of | broken | thoughts - | I can | not re | pair |
| C | D | Am | C | D | Am |
Be | neath the | stains of | time - the | feelings | disap | pear |
| C | D | Am | C | D | G | Am |
| You are | someone | else - | I am | still right | here | . |
| Am | F | C | G |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| Am | F | C | G |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt! |
| Am | F | C | G |
| If I could start a | gain - | A million miles a | way |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I would keep my | self - | I would find a | way |
13. From Hank to Hendrix
14. Slip Slidin' Away
15. One Too Many Mornings
16. Feelin' Groovy
17. My My - Hey Hey
18. As Tearsg o by
19. Wild West End
20. Death of a Clown
21. Bungalow Bill
22. TheSpanishLady
23. 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. |
24. Wagon Wheel
Bob Dylan, Ketcham Secor / Old Crow Medicine Show: Old Crow Medicine Show (2004)
| G | D | Em | C |
| Headed down south to the | land of the pines, And I'm | thumbin' my way into | North Caroline. |
| G | D | C |
| Starin' up the road - And pray to | God I see | headlights. |
| G | D | Em | C |
I | made it down the coast in | seventeen hours, | Pickin' me a bouquet of | dogwood flowers, |
| G | D | C |
And I'm a | hopin' for Raleigh - I can | see my baby to | night. |
| G | D | Em | C | G | D | C |
So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| G | D | Em | C |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - |
| G | D | C | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C |
| Hey, | mama | rock me! | | | | | | | |
| G | D | Em | C |
| Runnin' from the cold | up in New England I was | born to be a fiddler in an | old-time stringband. |
| G | D | C |
My | baby plays the guitar - | I pick a banjo | now. |
| G | D | Em | C |
Oh, the | North country winters keep a | gettin' me now, Lost my | money playin' poker so I | had to up and leave. |
| G | D | C |
But I | ain't a turnin' back - To | livin' that old life | no more! |
| G | D | Em | C | G | D | C |
So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| G | D | Em | C |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - |
| G | D | C | |: | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | :| |
| Hey, | mama | rock me! | | | | | | | | | |
| G | D | Em | C |
| Walkin' to the south | out of Roanoke - I caught a | trucker out of Philly. Had a | nice long talk. |
| G | D | C |
But | he's a headed west from the | Cumberland Gap - To | Johnson City, Tennessee |
| G | D | Em | C |
And I | gotta get a move on | before the sun, I hear my | baby callin' my name and I | know that she's the only one. |
| G | D | C |
And | if I die in Raleigh - At | least I will die | free! |
| G | D | Em | C | G | D | C |
So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | G |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - | Hey, | mama | rock me! | |
25. Copper Kettle
Albert Frank Beddoe / Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)
| G | Am7 | G | Am7 | | G | Am7 | G | | Am7 |
| Get you a | copper | kettle, | | | get you a | copper | coil, | | |
| G | Am7 | G | | Am7 | | C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| Fill it with | new-made | corn mash | | | and | never | more you'll | toil. |
| C | G | C | G |
You'll just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G | | Am7 | | G | | Am7 | | G |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light. | | | | | | | | |
| G | Am7 | G | Am7 | | G | Am7 | G | | Am7 |
| Build you a | fire with | hickory, | | | hickory, | ash and | oak, | | |
| G | Am7 | G | Am7 | | C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| Don't use no | green or | rotten wood; | | they'll | get you | by the | smoke. |
| C | G | C | G |
We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G | | Am7 | | G | | Am7 | | G |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light. | | | | | | | | |
| G | Am7 | G | Am7 | | G | Am7 | G | | Am7 |
My | daddy, | he made | whiskey; | | | my granddaddy, | he did | too. | | |
| G | Am7 | G | Am7 | C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| We ain't | paid no | whiskey | tax since | seventeen- | ninety- | two. |
| C | G | C | G |
We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light, |
| Am7 | G | | Am7 | | G | | Am7 | | G | ... |
In the | pale moon | light. | | | | | | | | | |
________________ Zugaben ________________
26. Mighty Quinn
27. Venus
28. Helpless
29. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Bob Dylan
| |: | | G | D | Am7 | | | G | D | C | | :| |
| | | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | - | | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Mama take this | badge off of | me, |
| G | D | C |
| I can't | use it any | more. |
| G | D | Am7 |
| It's getting | dark, too dark for me to | see; |
| G | D | C | D |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Mama, put my | guns in the | ground. |
| G | D | C |
| I can't | shoot them any | more. |
| G | D | Am7 |
| That long black | cloud is comin' | down. |
| G | D | C | D |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| G | D | C | D |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | |
| G | D | Am7 | G | D | C |
| Ooh - | ooh - | ooh - ooh | Ooh - | ooh - | ooh ... |
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