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Late Monday Setliste 20 Jahre Hexenwäldchen (13.7.2012)
________________ 1. Set ________________
1. It never rains in Southern California
Albert Hammond
| Bm | E | A |
Got on | board a west-bound | seven-forty- | seven, |
| Bm | E | A |
didn't | think before de | ciding what to | do. |
| Bm | E |
All, that | talk of oppor | tunities, |
| A | F#m | Bm | E | A |
| TV-breaks and | movies rang | true, | sure rang | true. |
| Bm | E | A |
Seems it | never rains in | Southern Cali | fornia. |
| Bm | E | A |
Seems I've | often heard that | kind of talk be | fore. |
| Bm | E | A | F#m |
It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| Bm | E | A |
it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
| Bm | E | A | F#m |
Out of | work I'm out of my | head, out of | self-respect, I'm out of | bread, |
| Bm | E | A |
I'm under | talked, I'm under | fed, I wanna go | home. |
| Bm | E | A | F#m |
It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| Bm | E | A |
it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
Will you tell the folks at home, I nearly made it. | |
Got offers but don't know which one to take. | |
Please don't tell'em, how you found me, | |
don't tell me how they found me, | |
gimmie a break, gimmie a break. | |
Seems it never rains in Southern California. | |
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before. | |
It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn you, | |
Out of work I'm out of my head, out of self-respect, I'm out of bread, | |
I'm undertalked, I'm underfed, I wanna go home. | |
It never rains in Califonia, but girl don't they warn you, | |
2. Horse With No Name
America
| Em | D6add9 |
| On the first part of the | journey |
I was lookin at all the life | |
There were plants and birds and rocks and things | |
There were sand and hills and rings | |
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz | |
and the sky with no clouds | |
the heat was hot and the ground was dry | |
but the air was full of sound | |
| Em9 | Dmaj9 |
| I've been through the desert on a | horse with no name |
it felt good to be out of the rain | |
in the desert you can remember your name | |
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain | |
la la la la lalala la la la la la | |
After two days in the desert sun | |
my skin began to turn red | |
After three days in the desert fun | |
I was looking at a river bed | |
And the story it told of a river that flowed | |
made me sad to think it was dead | |
I've been through the desert ... | |
After nine days I let the horse run free | |
'cause the desert had turned to sea | |
there were plants and birds and rocks and things | |
there were sand and hills and rings | |
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground | |
and the perfect disguise above | |
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground | |
but the humans will give no love | |
I've been through the desert ... | |
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D--------------|-------------|
A--7--5--7--5--|-7-----5-----|
E--------------|----7-----5--|
3. From Hank to Hendrix
Neil Young / Neil Young: Harvest Moon (1992)
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| From Hank to | Hendrix, I | walked these streets with | you. |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Here I am with this | old guitar, | doing what I | do. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| I always ex | pected that | you would see me | through. |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| I never believed in | much, but | I believed in | you. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| From Marilyn to | Madonna, I | always loved your | smile, |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Now we're headed for the | big divorce, | California | style. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| I found myself | singin' | like a long lost | friend |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| The same thing that | makes you live can | kill you in the | end. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| harp solo: | G | Bm | | C | | Am | | Em | | G | | C | | Am |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| Sometimes it's dis | torted | not clear to | you. |
| Em | G | C | Am |
| Sometimes the | beauty of love just | comes ringin' | through. |
| G | Bm | C | Am |
| New glass in the | window, | new leaf on the | tree, |
| Em | G | C | Am | G |
| new distance | between us | you and | me. | |
| F | C | G |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| F | C | G |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
4. All Along The Watchtower
Bob Dylan / Jimi Hendrix: Electric Ladyland (1967)
| |: | Am | | | G | F | G | | :| |
| | //// | / | | / | //// | / | / | |
| Am | G | F | G | Am |
| "There must be some | kind of way | out of here," | / / / / | / |
| G | F | G | Am |
Said the | joker to the | thief: | / / / / | / |
"There's too much confusion, | |
Businessmen, they drink my wine; | |
None of them along the line - | |
Know what any of it is worth!” | |
All along the watchtower, | |
While all the women came and went, | |
“No reason to get excited,” | |
The thief, he kindly spoke: | |
“There are many here among us | |
Who feel that life is but a joke. | |
But you and I, we’ve been through that, | |
And this is not our fate! | |
So let us not talk falsely now, | |
the hour is getting late!” | |
All along the watchtower, | |
While all the women came and went, | |
Two riders were approaching, | |
And the wind began to howl. | |
While all the women came and went | |
5. 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 ... |
G / / / D / / / Am7 / / / G / / / D / / / C / / D
G-0---0-0-|---------|------------|-0---0-0-|---------|-------------|
D---------|-0---0-0-|------------|---------|-0---0-0-|----------0--|
A---------|---------|-0----2-3-2-|---------|---------|-3--2--0-----|
E---------|---------|------------|---------|---------|-------------|
6. Joanna
Jon Allen / Sweet Defeat (2011)
| G | | C | | G | | C | | G | C |
| | | | | | | | | From the dying arms of twilight, let's | run into the night. |
| G | C |
Let's | fly like straight shot arrows across the | sky. |
| G | C |
From the | ashes of an old life, let's | catch this newborn flame; |
| G | C |
| Hold it close and never let it | die. |
| Am7 | D | G | C |
| Go with me Jo | anna, | go with me in | time; |
| Am | D | G |
A | pair of chancers | on an open | road. |
| Am7 | D | G | C |
| We'll train our feet to | follow the | footprints of our | dreams. |
| Am | D | G | G | | C | | G | | C |
| Put your hand in | my hand and let's | go. | | | | | | | |
Let's sail upon the evening, now the wind is getting high. | |
Let's go outside and drink the air like wine. | |
This time we'll make a clean break; there'll be no looking back. | |
We'll leave these streets of sorrow far behind. | |
Go with me Joanna, go with me in time; | |
Let's get away before we get too old. | |
We'll cut across the border, into unclaimed land. | |
Put your hand in my hand and let's go. | |
| Em | C | D | Em | C | D |
| Somewhere there's a | place to | be; | Where all we have is | all we | need. |
| G | C |
| Maybe there's a reason that | lies beyond these walls; |
| G | C |
| Maybe there's a meaning to be | found. |
| G | (+bass) | C |
' | Cause I | can't escape this feeling, this | vision in my mind, |
| G | C |
Of the | day we put down roots in virgin | ground. |
Go with me Joanna, go with me in time; | |
I'll take you where the wild flowers grow. | |
We'll ride on through the darkness, and get there with the dawn; | |
Put your hand in my hand - let's go. | |
7. I Shall Be Released
Bob Dylan / the Band: Music from Big Pink (1968)
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| They say everything can be re | placed - | That every | distance | is not | near. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| So I remember every | face - | Of every | man who | put me | here. |
| |: | | A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| | I | see my light come | shining - | From the | west un | to the | east. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | A | :| |
| Any day now, | Any way now, | I shall | be re | leased! | |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| They say every man needs pro | tection, | They say every | man must | rise and | fall. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| Yet I swear I see my re | flection, | Placed so | high a | bove this | wall. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
I | see my light come | shining - | From the | west un | to the | east. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | A |
| Any day now, | Any way now, | I shall | be re | leased! |
| |: | | A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| | I | see my light come | shining - | From the | west un | to the | east. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | A | :| |
| Any day now, | Any way now, | I shall | be re | leased! | |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| Right here next to me in this | lonely crowd, | There's a | man who | swears he's not to | blame. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| All day long I hear him | cry so loud, | Callin' | out that | he's been | framed. |
| |: | | A | Bm | C#m | Bm | E | A |
| | I | see my light come | shining - | From the | west un | to the | east. |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | A | :| |
| Any day now, | Any way now, | I shall | be re | leased! | |
| A | Bm | C#m | Bm | A |
| Any day now, | Any way now, | I shall | be re | leased! |
8. Death of a Clown
Ray Davies, Dave Davies / the Kinks: Something Else by the Kinks (1967)
| D | A | A7 |
My | makeup is dry and it | cracks on my | chin |
| G | D | A |
I'm | drowning my sorrows in | whiskey and | gin |
| D | A | A7 |
The | lion tamer's whip doesn't | crack any | more |
| G | D | A |
The | lions they won't bite and the | tigers won't | roar |
| G | Em | C | F | Em | D | A |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - So | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| D | A | A7 | G | D | A |
| Won't someone help me to | break up this | crown - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| G | Em | C | F | Em | D | A |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| D | A | A7 |
The | old fortune teller | lies dead on the | floor |
| G | D | A |
| Nobody needs fortunes | told any | more |
| D | A | A7 |
The | trainer of insects is | crouched on his | knees |
| G | D | A |
And | frantically looking for | runaway | fleas |
| G | Em | C | F | Em | D | A |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - So | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| D | A | A7 | G | D | A |
| Won't someone help me to | break up this | crown - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| G | Em | C | F | Em | D | A |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| D | A | A7 |
| La la la la la la | la la la | la |
| G | D | A |
| La la la la la la | la la la | la |
| G | Em | C | F | G | D | A |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
9. Slip Slidin' Away
Paul Simon (1977)
| A | F#m |
Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way |
| A | E | D | E | A |
You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way |
| F#m | A |
Whoah and I know a | man, he came from my | hometown. |
| D | E | D | D7 |
He wore his | passion for his | woman like a thorny | crown. | |
| A | F#m |
He said | Dolores, I live in | fear. |
| A | E | D | E | A |
My love for | you's so over | powering, I'm | afraid that I | will dis | appear. |
| A | F#m |
Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way! |
| A | E | D | E | A |
You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way. |
I know a woman, (who) became a wife; | |
These are the very words she uses to describe her life. | |
She said a good day ain't got no rain | |
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed; And I think of things that might have been | |
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. | |
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. | |
And I know a father who had a son. | |
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done. | |
He came a long way just to explain; | |
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping, Then he turned around and he headed home again | |
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. | |
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. | |
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. | |
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. | |
Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan. | |
The information's unavailable to the mortal man. | |
We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay. | |
Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away. | |
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. | |
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. | |
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. | |
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. | |
10. Matty Groves
trad. / Fairport Convention: Liege & Lief (1969)
| Gm |
1. | A holiday a holiday and the first one of the year. |
| F | Gm | F | Gm |
_ Lord Arnold's wife came | into the church, the | gospel | for to | hear. |
| Gm |
2. | When the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about, |
| F | Gm | F | Gm |
_ And there she saw little | Matty Groves, | walking | in the | park. |
3. "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight. | |
_ Come home with me, little Matty Groves and sleep with me 'til light." | |
4. "Oh I can't come, I won't come and sleep with you tonight. | |
_ By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Arnold's wife." | |
5. "What if I am Lord Arnold's wife, Lord Arnold is not at home, | |
_ He is out in the far corn fields, bringing the yearlings home." | |
6. And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said, | |
_ He swore Lord Arnold he would know before the sun would set. | |
7. And in his hurry to carry the news, he filled his breast and ran, | |
_ And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam. | |
8. Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep. | |
_ When he awoke, Lord Arnold he was standing at his feet. | |
9. Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets? | |
_ And how do you like my lady, who lies in your arms asleep?" | |
10. "Oh well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets. | |
_ But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep." | |
| Gm |
11. " | Well Get Up! Get Up!" Lord Arnold cried, "Get Up as quick as you can! |
| F | Gm | F | Gm |
_ It'll never be said in | fair England I | slew a | naked | man!" |
| Gm |
12. " | Oh I won't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life. |
| F | Gm | F | Gm |
_ For you have two long | beaten swords and | I not a | pocket | knife." |
13. "Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse. | |
_ But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst. | |
14. "And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man. | |
_ I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can." | |
15. So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arnold sore. | |
_ Lord Arnold struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more. | |
16. And then Lord Arnold he took his wife and sat her on his knee, | |
_ Saying "Who do you love the best of us, Your Matty Groves or me?" | |
17. And then spoke up his own dear wife never heard to speak so free: | |
_ "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery." | |
18. Lord Arnold he jumped up and loudly he did bawl, | |
_ He stuck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall. | |
19. "Oh, a grave! A grave!" Lord Arnold cried, "To put these lovers in. | |
_ But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin." | |
Bass:
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E|--3-----3-----|--3-----3-----|--1-----3--1--|--3-----3-----|
11. Hurt
Trent Reznor / Nine Inch Nails: The Downward Spiral (1994); Johnny Cash (2002)
| Bm | | D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
| | I | hurt my | self to | day - to | see if | I still | feel. |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
I | focus | on the | pain - the | only | thing that's | real. |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
The | needle | tears a | hole - the | old fa | miliar | sting. |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | A | Bm |
Try to | kill it | all a | way - but I re | member | every | thing | ! |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| Bm | G | D | A | D |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt | ! |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
| I wear this | crown of | thorns - u | pon my | liars | chair |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
| Full of | broken | thoughts - | I can | not re | pair |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | Bm |
Be | neath the | stains of | time - the | feelings | disap | pear |
| D | E | Bm | D | E | A | Bm |
| You are | someone | else - | I am | still right | here | . |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt! |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| If I could start a | gain - | A million miles a | way |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| I would keep my | self - | I would find a | way |
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12. Wild West End
Mark Knopfler / Dire Straits: Dire Straits (1978)
| 4x | F | F | Gm7 | A# | F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| | | | | | Steppin' out to | Angellucci's, | for my coffee beans | |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| checking out the | movies, | and the magazines | |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| waitress she | watches me, | crossing from the Barocco bar | |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| I'm getting a | pickup, | for my | steel guitar |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
I saw you | walking out, | | Shaftsbury | Avenue |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| excuse me | talking, I wanna | | marry you |
| F | F | Gm | A# |
| this is | seventh heaven street to me, | don't you be so | proud |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# |
| You're just another | angel, | | in the crowd. |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# | | | F | F | Gm7 | A# |
And I'm | walking in the | wild west end | | | - | | Walking in the | wild west end | | |
| F | F | Gm7 | A# | Cm | A# | G# | F | D# | F |
| Walking with your | wild best friend | | | | | | | | |
Now my conductress on the number nineteen, she was a honey (she was a honey) | |
pink toenails and hands all dirty with the money | |
greasy greasy greasy hair, easy smile | |
made me feel nineteen, for awhile | |
and I went down to Chinatown | |
in the backroom it's a man's world, all the money go down | |
Duck inside the doorway, duck to eat | |
just ain't no way, you and me, we can't beat | |
And I'm walking in the wild west end - Walking in the wild west end | |
Walking with your wild best friend | |
Now the gogo dancing girl, yes I saw her | |
the deejay, he say, "Here's Mandy for Ya" | |
I feel all right to have seen her do that stuff | |
She's dancing high, I move on by, the close-ups can get rough | |
when you're walking in the wild west end - walking in the wild west end | |
| 3x | Cm | A# | G# | F | D# | F |
Walking with your wild best friend | | | | | | | |
13. Heart of Gold
Neil Young/Neil Young: Harvest (1972)
| Em | C | D | G |
| I wanna | live, | I wanna | give, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been a | miner for a | heart of | gold. |
| Em | C | D | G |
| It's these ex | pressions | I never | give |
| Em | G |
| that keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | G |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been to | Hollywood, | I've been to | Redwood, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I'd cross the | ocean for a | heart of | gold, |
| Em | C | D | G |
| I've been in | my mind, | it's such a | fine line |
| Em | G |
| that keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old, | | | |
| Em | G |
| Keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| C | Bm | Am | G |
| And I'm gettin' old. | | | |
| Em | D | Em |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| D | Em |
You keep me searchin' and I'm | growin' | old. |
| D | Em |
Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| G | C | Bm | Am | G |
I've been a miner for a | heart of gold | . | | | |
14. 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! |
15. The Rose
Amanda McBroom / Bette Midler: The Rose (1980)
| D | A | G | A | D |
Some say | love it is a | river that | drowns the ten | der | reed, |
| D | A7 | G | A | D |
Some say | love it is a | razor that | leeds your | soul to | bleed. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
Some say | love it is a | hunger an | endless aching | need, | | |
| A7 | D | A | G | A | D |
| I say | love it is a | flower and | you it's | only | seed. |
| D | A | G | A | D |
It's the | heart afraid of | breaking that | never | learns to | dance, |
| A | G | A | D |
It's the dream afraid of | waking but | never | takes the | chance. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
It's the | one who won't be | taken who | cannot seem to | give, | | |
| D | A | G | A | D |
And the | soul afraid of | dying that | never | learns to | live |
| D | A | G | A | D |
When the | night has been too | lonely and the | road has | been too | long, |
| D | A | G | A | D |
And you | think that love is | only for the | lucky | and the | strong. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
Just | remember in the | winter, far | beneath the bitter | snows, | | |
| D | A | G | A | (n.c.) | D |
Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love in the | spring | bec | omes the | rose. |
16. White Room
Jack Bruce, Pete Brown / Cream: Wheels of Fire (1968)
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | | D |
In the | white room | with black | curtains | | | near the | stations. | | | |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | | D |
| | | Blackroof | country, | no gold | pavements | , | | tired | starlings, | | | |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | | D |
| | | Silver | horses | run down | moonbeams | | | in your | dark eyes. | | | |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | | D |
| | | Dawnlight | smiles | on your | leaving | , | | my con | tentment. | | | |
| F | G | D | F | E |
| I'll | wait in this | place where the | sun never | shines. |
| G | D | F | G | A | A |
| Wait in this | place where the | shadows | run from them | selves. | |
You said no strings could secure you at the stations. | |
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. | |
I walked into such a sad time at the station. | |
As I walked out felt my own need just beginning. | |
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back. | |
I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves. | |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. | |
Consolation from the old wound now forgotten. | |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. | |
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. | |
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd, | |
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. | |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em | Am |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| |Einsatz |
While they're | standing in the ... |
17. Talkin' 'Bout A Revolution
Tracy Chapman: Tracy Chapman (1988)
| G# | C#add9 | D# | D#sus4 | G# | C#add9 | D# | D#sus4 |
| Don't you | know - | They're talkin' about | a revolu | tion (It | sounds - | like | a whisper). |
| G# | C#add9 | D# | D#sus4 | G# | C#add9 | D# | D#sus4 |
| Don't you | know - | They're talkin' about | a revolu | tion (It | sounds - | like | a whisper). |
While they're standing in the welfare lines | |
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation | |
Wasting time in the enemployment lines | |
Sitting around waiting for a promotion | |
Don't you know - They're talkin' about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
Don't you know - They're talkin' about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
Poor people gonna rise up - And get their share. | |
Poor people gonna rise up - And take what's theirs. | |
Don't you know - You better Run, run, run, run, ... | |
Oh I said - You better - Run, run, run, run, ... | |
Cause Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution | |
Yes, Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
While they're standing in the welfare lines | |
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation | |
Wasting time in unemployment lines | |
Sitting around waiting for a promotion | |
Don't you know you're talking about a revolution (It sounds - like a whisper). | |
And finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution. | |
Yes, Finally the tables are starting to turn - Talking about a revolution, oh no. | |
Talking about a revolution, oh no. Talking about a revolution, oh no! | |
18. The Highwayman
Jimmy Webb / the Highwaymen (J. Cash et.al.): Highwayman (1985)
| Bm | A | / | / | G | / | / | / | Bm7 | / / / | A | / | G | / | A | / / / |
| I was a | highway | man | , | a | long the | coach roads | I did | ride, | | Sword | and | pistol | by my | side, | |
| Em | / | Bm | / | A | / | G | / / / |
| Many | a | young maid | lost her | baubles | to my | trade, | |
| Em | / | Bm | / | A | / | G | / / / |
| Many | a | soldier | shed his | lifeblood | on my | blade, | |
| Bm | | / | A | / | G | A | D | / | / / | | / | / | A | / / / | | / / / / |
| | The | basterds | hung me | in the | spring of | twenty- | five, | | But | I am | still a | live... | | |
| Bm | A | G | Bm7 | A | G | A |
| I was a | sailor, I was | born upon the | tide, | With the | sea I did a | bide, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| I sailed a | schooner round the | horn of Mexi | co, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| I went a | loft and furled the | main sail in a | blow, |
| Bm | | A | G | Bm | D | A |
| | And when the | yards broke off they | said that | I've got | killed, But I am living | still... |
| Bm | A | G | Bm7 | A | G | A |
| I was a | dam builder, | across the river deep and | wide, | Where steel and | water did col | lide, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| A place called | Boulder on the | wild Colora | do, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| I slipped and | fell into the | wet concrete be | low, |
| Bm | | A | G | Bm | D | A |
| | They buried | me in that gray | tomb that | knows no | sounds, But I am still a | round... |
| A | | D | D/C# | Bm7 | A | G | D/F# | Em | / / / | G | A | D |
| | I'll always be a | round, and a | round, and a | round, and a | round, and a | round | | | | | | |
| Bm | A | G | Bm7 | A | G | A |
| I'll fly a | starship ' | cross the universe di | vide, | And when I | reach the other | side, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| I'll find a | place to rest my | spirit if I | can, |
| Em | Bm | A | G |
| Perhaps I | may become a | highwayman a | gain, |
| Bm | | A | G | Bm | D | A |
| | Or I may | simply be a | single | drop of | rain, But I will re | main... |
| A | | D | D/C# | Bm7 | A | G | D/F# | Em | / / / | G | A | D |
| | And I'll be back a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain | | | | | | |
19. Midnight Special
Huddie Leadbetter
| G# | C# | G# |
| Well, you wake up in the | morning Hear the ding-dong | ring |
| D#7 | G# | G#7 |
Go marching to the | table, See the same old | thing! | |
| G# | C# | G# |
| Well, it's on the | table, Knife and fork and a | pan! |
| D#7 | G# | G#7 |
If you say anything a- | bout it You're in trouble with the | man | |
| C# | G# |
|: Let the minight | special Shine it's light on | me; |
| D#7 | G# | G#7 |
Let the midnight | special Shine it's everloving light on | me! | :| |
| G# | C# | G# |
| If you ever go to | Houston, Boy you'd better walk | right. |
| D#7 | G# | G#7 |
You better not | stagger And you better not | fight. | |
| C# | G# |
'Cause the Sheriff will ar | rest you And he'll carry you | down; |
| D#7 | G# | G#7 |
You can bet your bottom | dollar: You're Sugarland | bound! | |
Let the minight special ... | |
| G# | C# | G# |
| Yonder came Doc' | Melton, Just the day | before, |
| C# | G# |
And he gave me a | tablet, when he opend the | door. |
| G# | C# | G# |
| But there never was a | doctor Trav'llin' over the | land, |
| G# | C# | G# |
| that could cure the | fever of a convict | man. |
Let the minight special ... | |
| G# | C# | G# |
| Yonder comes Miss | Rosie, Tell me, how do you | know? |
| D#7 | G# |
I can tell it by her | apron And the dress she | wore. |
| C# | G# |
Umbrella on her | shoulder, Piece of paper in her | hand. |
| D#7 | G# |
She's a-sayin' to the | captain: "I want my lifetime | man!" |
Let the minight special ... | |
20. The Mighty Quinn
Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)
Manfred Mann: Mighty Garvey! (1968)
| n.c. | G |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn | |
| G | D | G | D | C | G |
| Come all without, | come all with | in - You'll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
| G | C | G | C |
| Ev'rybody's | building | ships and | boats |
| G | C | G | C |
| Some are building | monuments, | others jotting down | notes. |
| G | C | G | C |
| Ev'rybody's | in despair, | ev'ry girl and | boy |
| G | D | C | G |
But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, Ev'ry | body's gonna jump for | joy. |
Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn | |
| G | C | G | C |
I | like to do just | like the rest, I | like my sugar | sweet |
| G | C | G | C |
But | jumping queues and | making haste, just | ain't my cup of | meat. |
| G | C | G | C |
| Ev'ryone's | beneath the trees, feeding | pigeons on a | limb |
| G | D | C | G |
But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, All the | pigeons gonna rum to | him. |
Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn | |
| |: | G | / | / | / | | C | / | / | / | | G | / | / | / | | C | / | / | / | | G | / | / | / | | C | / | / | / | :| | G | / | / | / | | D | / | / | / | | C | / | / | / | | G | / | / | / | |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Oh, |
Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn | |
| G | C | G | C |
| Let me do what I | wanna do, I | can recite 'em | all |
| G | C | G | C |
Just | tell me where it | hurts and I'll | tell you who to | call. |
| G | C | G | C |
| Nobody can | get no sleep, there's | someone on ev'ryones | toes. |
| G | D | C | G |
But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, Ev'ry | body's gonna wanna | doze. |
Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn | |
| n.c. | G |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty | Quinn |
21. Feelin' Groovy
Paul Simon
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| Slow | down, you | move too | fast. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| You got to | make the | morning | last. |
| | F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
Just - | | Kickin' | down the | cobble | stones, |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C | | F | | C/E | | Csus2 | | C |
| Lookin' for | fun and | feelin' | groovy. | | | | | | | | |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C | | F | | C/E | | Csus2 | | C |
Ba-Da-Da | Da-Da | Da-Da - | Feelin' | groovy | | | | | | | | |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| Hello | lamppost, | what' you | knowin'. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| I've come to | watch your | flowers | growing. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| Ain't you | got no | rhymes | for me? |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C | | F | | C/E | | Csus2 | | C |
| Do-od | Doo-Doo - | Feelin' | groovy | | | | | | | | |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C | | F | | C/E | | Csus2 | | C |
Ba-Da-Da | Ba-Da | Da-Da - | Feelin' | groovy | | | | | | | | |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
I got | no deeds to | do, no | promises to | keep. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
I'm | dappled and | drowsy and | ready to | sleep. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
Let the | morning time | drop all it's | petals on | me. |
| F | C/E | Csus2 | C |
| Life, I | love you. | All is | groovy. |
Ba-Da- Da-Da Ba-Da Da-Da... | |
F D/E Csus2 C | F D/E Csus2 C |
G-----------------|-----------------|
D-------------5---|------7------5---|
A-8----7----5---3>s>8----7----5---3>s
E-----------------|-----------------|
22. Bad Moon Rising
John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival: Green River (1969)
| |: | F# | C# | B | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | :| |
| | // / | / | / | // | / | / | / | / | / | |
| F# | C# | B | F# | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# |
| I see a | bad | moon a- | risin'. | | | | | |
| F# | C# | B | F# | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# |
| I see | trouble's | on the | way. | | | | | |
| F# | C# | B | F# | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# |
| I see | earth | quakes and | lightnin'. | | | | | |
| F# | C# | B | F# | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# |
| I see | bad | times | today. | | | | | |
| B | F# |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| C# | B | F# | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# |
| 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: | |: | F# | C# | B | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
| B | F# | C# | B | F# | F#6 | F# | F#6 | F# | 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! | |
| B | F# |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| C# | B | F# | C# | B | F# | (Intro Riff) |
| There's a | bad moon on the | rise! | | | | |
G--------------------------|
D--4--4--------4--4--2--4--|
A--------4--2--------------|
E--------------------------|
23. 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. | | | | | | | | | |
______________ Zugabe 2 ______________
24. The Spanish Lady
Paddy Reilly
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| As I went down to | Dublin City | At the | hour of | twelve at | night; |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| Who should I see but a | Spanish Lady, | Washing her | feet by | candle | light |
| F# | C#7 | F# | C#7 |
| First she washed them, | then she dried them | Over a fire of | amber coals |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
In | all my life I | never did see a | maid so | sweet a | bout the | soul! |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| Whack for the Toora | Loora Laddy - | Whack for the | Toora | Loora | Lay! |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | C# | F# |
| Whack for the Toora | Loora Laddy - | Whack for the | Toora | Loora | Lay! |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| As I came back through | Dublin city | at the | hour of | half past | eight; |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| Who should I see but the | Spanish lady, | brushing her | hair in | broad day | light |
| F# | C#7 | F# | C#7 |
| First she tossed it, | then she combed it | on her lap was a | silver comb |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| In all my life I | never did see a | maid so | fair since | I did | roam! |
Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... | |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| As I went back through | Dublin city | as the | sun be | gan to | set; |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| Who should I see but the | Spanish lady, | catching a | moth in a | golden | net! |
| F# | C#7 | F# | C#7 |
| When she saw me | then she fled me | lifting her pettycoat | over her knee |
| F# | D#m | B | F# | G#m | C# |
| In all my life I | never did see a | maid so | shy as the | Spanish La | dy! |
Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... | |
As I was leaving Dublin city On that morning sad of heart; | |
Lonely was I for the Spanish lady, Now that forever we must part! | |
But still I always will remember All the hours we did enjoy | |
But then she left me sad at parting Gone forever was my joy! | |
Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... | |
25. Get Back
Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Let it Be (1970)
| Intro: | | D | D | C | G | |
| | | : | / / / / | | / / | / | / : | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner, | But he knew it couldn't | last. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Jojo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona | For some California | grass. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once be | longed | | |
| D | G | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once belonged | | |
| Bass Solo: | | D | D | G | D | C | G |
| | | : | / / / | | / / / | | / / / | | / / | / | / : | |
G|------------9-7-9/10-9/7-|
D|---4-5/9-10--------------|
A|-5-----------------------|
E|-------------------------|
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once be | longed | | |
| D | G | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once belonged | | |
| Flute Solo: | | D | D | G | D | C | G |
| | | : | / / / | | / / / | | / / / | | / / | / | / : | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman, | But she was another | man. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| All the girls around her said she's got it comin', | But she gets it while she | can. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once be | longed | | |
| D | G | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once belonged | | |
| Guitar Solo: | | D | D | G | D | C | G |
| | | : | / / / | | / / / | | / / / | | / / | / | / : | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner, | But he knew it couldn't | last. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Jojo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona | For some California | grass. | | |
| D | G | D | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once be | longed | | |
| D | G | C | G |
| Get back, get back! Get | back to where you once belonged | | |
________________ Kandidaten ________________
26. The Letter
Wayne Carson Thompson / the Box Tops (1967); Joe Cocker (1970)
| (n.c.) |
| Give me a ticket for an aeroplane, Ain't got time to take the fastest train. |
| F#m |
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home, My baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| Intro: | | perc. | F#m | (Bass-Intro) |
| | | | / / / / | | / | / / / | |
| F#m | D | E | B |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train. |
| F#m | D | C#7 | F#m |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| F#m | D | E | B |
| I don't care how much money I | gotta spend, | Got to get back to my | baby again! |
| F#m | D | C#7 | F#m |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| A | E | D | A | E | E |
Well she | wrote me a | letter Said she | couldn't | live with | out me no more. | |
| A | E | D | A | E | C#7 |
| Listen mister | can't you see I | got to get | back to my | baby once more. - | Anyway. |
| F#m | D | E | B |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train! |
| F#m | D | C#7 | F#m |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| A | E | D | A | E | E |
Well she | wrote me a | letter Said she | couldn't | live with | out me no more. | |
| A | E | D | A | E | C#7 |
| Listen mister | can't you see I | got to get | back to my | baby once more. | Anyway. |
| F#m | D | E | B |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train |
| F#m | D | C#7 | F#m |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter! |
| F#m | D | E | B |
| I don't care how much money I | gotta spend, | Got to get back to my | baby again. |
| F#m | D | C#7 | F#m |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter - I said, |
| (n.c.) | F#m |
My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
27. 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! | |
28. Cool Change
Glenn Shorrock / Little River Band: First Under the Wire (1979)
| A | G/A | D/A | A/C# | D | D/E |
| | / / / / | / / / / | | / / / / | / / / / | | / / / / | / / / / | | / / | / / | | / |
| D/E | A | G |
| If there's one | thing in my life that's missing - It's the | time that I spend alone |
| D/F# | A |
| Sailing on the cool and bright clear | water. |
| A | G |
There's | lots of those friendly people - They're | showing me ways to go; |
| D/F# | A |
But I | never want to lose their inspi | ration. |
| D | A | D | A |
| Time | for - | Cool | change! |
| D | A | E | A |
| I know that it's | time - For a | cool | change! |
| D | A | D | A |
And | now that my | life - | Is so prear | ranged |
| D | A | E | D/E | E |
| I know that it's | time for a - | Cool change! | | |
Well, I was born in the sign of water - And it's there that I feel my best. | |
The albatross and the whales they are my brothers. | |
It's kind of a special feeling - When you're out on the sea alone, | |
Staring at the full moon like a lover. | |
Time for - Cool change! I know that it's... | |
| C | A |
I've | never been romantic - And | sometimes I don't care. |
| C | E | A |
I | know it may sound selfish - But | let me breathe the air. | |
| D/E | A | G | D/F# | A | G | D/F# | A | A/C# | D | D/E |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
| D/E | A | G |
| If there's one | thing in my life that's missing - It's the | time that I spend alone. |
| D | A | D | D/E |
| Sailing on the cool and bright clear | water. | | |
| A | G |
It's | kind of a special feeling - Out | on the sea alone, |
| D/F# | A |
| Staring at the full moon like a | lover. |
Time for - Cool change! I know that it's... | |
Time for - Cool change! I know that it's... | |
29. Jesus, etc.
Jeff Tweedy & Jay Bennett / Wilco: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2002)
| Am | Em | Am | F |
| Jesus, don't | cry - | You can | rely on me, honey. |
| C | Dm | G | | Am | Em |
| You can | combine anything you want | | - | I'll be | around. |
| Am | F | C | Dm | G | | F |
| You were | right about the stars, | Each | one is A setting sun. | | | |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G | G |
| Tall | buildings | shake, | voices | escape; Singing | sad, | sad | songs - | Tuned to chords. |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G |
| Strum | down | your cheeks, | bitter | melodies; Turning your | or | bit | around. |
| Am | Em | Am | F |
| Don't | cry - | You can | rely on me, honey. |
| C | Dm | G | | Am | Em |
| You can come | by any time you want | | - | I'll be | around. |
| Am | F | C | Dm | G | | F |
| You were | right about the stars, | Each one is A | setting sun | | | |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G | G |
| Tall | buildings | shake, | voices | escape; Singing | sad, | sad | songs - | Tuned to chords. |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G |
| Strum | down | your cheeks, | bitter | melodies; Turning your | or | bit | around. |
| Am | Em | Am | F | C | Dm | G |
| Voices | whine - | Skyscrapers are | scraping | together, Your | voice is | smoking. |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G |
| Last | cigarettes - | all you can | get | Turning your | or | bit | around. |
| Am | Em | Am | F | C | Dm | G |
| Our | love - | Our | Love - | Our | love is all we | have! |
| Am | Em | Am | F |
| Our | love - | Our love is | all of God's money! |
| C | Dm | G | F |
| Every | one is A burning sun | | |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G | G |
| Tall | buildings | shake, | voices | escape; Singing | sad, | sad | songs | Tuned to chords. |
| C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G |
| Strum | down | your cheeks, | bitter | melodies; Turning your | or | bit | around. |
| Am | Em | Am | F | C | Dm | G |
| Voices | whine - | Skyscrapers are | scraping | together, Your | voice is | smoking. |
| |: | C | C/B | Am | Am/G | E | C | F | G | :| |
| | Last | cigarettes - | all you can | get | Turning your | or | bit | around. | |
30. Keep the Customer Satisfied
Paul Simon / Simon & Garfunkel: Bridge Over Troubled Water (1970)
| D | n.c. | D | D7 |
| | Gee but its great to be back | home - Home is where I want to | be. |
| G |
I've been on the road so | long, |
| D | Em | G |
And if you came along - I | know you couldn't | disa- | gree. |
| D |
It's the same old | story! |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | G |
Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled, I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| D | Bm | D | Bm |
And I'm | one step ahead of the | shoe shine, | Two steps away from the | county line, |
| D | D7 | G | D |
Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| n.c. | D | D7 |
| Deputy sheriff said to | me: "Tell me what you come here | for, boy? |
| G |
You better get your | bags and flee. |
| D | Em | G |
You're in trouble boy and | now you're headed | into | more, |
| D |
It's the same old | story!" |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | G |
Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled, I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| D | Bm | D | Bm |
And I'm | one step ahead of the | shoe shine, | Two steps away from the | county line, |
| D | D7 | G | D |
Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| D | G | | D | | Em | | G | D |
| Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho- | ho | | | | | | It's the same old sto | ry! |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | G |
Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled. I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| D | Bm | D | Bm |
And I'm | so - | tired! I'm | oh - oh - | oh - tired! |
| D | D7 | G | D |
Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| |: | D | | G | | D | | G | :| | | A7 | | |: | D | | G | | D | | G | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| D | D7 | G | D |
Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| D | D7 | G | D |
Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
31. 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! | |
32. Lay Lady Lay
Bob Dylan
| B | D#m | A | C#m | B | | D#m | | A | | C#m |
| Lay, lady, | lay, | lay across my | big brass bed | | | | | | | |
| B | D#m | A | C#m | B | | D#m | | A | | C#m |
| Lay, lady, | lay, | lay across my | big brass bed | | | | | | | |
| F# | G#m | B |
| Whatever | colours you have | in your mind |
| F# | G#m | B |
| I'll show them | to you | and you'll see them shine |
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed | |
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile | |
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile | |
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean | |
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen | |
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile | |
| D#m | F# | B |
| Why wait any longer for the | world to | begin |
| D#m | C#m | B |
| You can have your cake and eat | it | too |
| D#m | F# | B |
| Why wait any longer for the | one you | love |
| D#m | C#m |
When he's stan | ding in front of | you |
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed | |
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead | |
I long to see you in the morning light | |
I long to reach for you in the night | |
| B | D#m | A | C#m | |: | B | | D#m | | A | | C#m | :| |
| Stay, lady, | stay, | stay while the night is | still ahead | | | | | | | | | |
Intro Verses x4
|: x2 x2 :|
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D|---|---|-7-|---||---|---|-7-|---||-4-4-|-6--6-|----------||---|---|-7-|---||
A|---|-6-|---|-4-||---|-6-|---|-4-||-----|------|----------||---|-6-|---|-4-||
E|-7-|---|---|---||-7-|---|---|---||-----|------|-7-2-7-77-||-7-|---|---|---||
Bridge
|: |1 :|2 :|
G|-----|------|----------|-----|--------|--------------|----|---||
D|-----|------|-4-4------|-----|--------|--------44-4--|----|---||
A|-6-6-|-66-4-|----2-245-|-6-6-|-6-6-65-|-4-2-2-2----2-|-6--|-4-||
E|-----|------|----------|-----|--------|--------------|--6-|---||
Outro
G|------|------|------|------|------||
D|------|------|------|------|------||
A|------|-2----|-4----|-5----|-7----||
E|-5----|------|------|------|------||
33. Banks of the Ohio
trad. / Joan Baez: Vol. 1
| D | A | A7 | D |
I asked my | love,to take a | walk; Take a | walk, just a little | walk. |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
Down be | side where the waters | flow; Down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| D | A7 | D |
And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| D | A | A7 | D |
I held a | knife against her | breast, as in | to my arms she | pressed. |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
She cried: " | Oh Willie, don't murder | me, I'm not pre | pared | for eterni | ty". |
| D | A7 | D |
And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| D | A | A7 | D |
I started | home 'tween twelve and | one, I cried: "My | God, what have I | done? |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
Killed the | only woman I | loved, because she | would | not be my | bride". |
| D | A7 | D |
And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| D7 | G | D | A7 | D |
Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
34. Venus
Robbie van Leeuwen / Shocking Blue (1969)
| D7sus4 | Gm | C | Gm | C | D7sus4 | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| //// // / / //// // / / | // / | // / | // / | // / | //// // // //// // / / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
A | goddess on a | mountain | top | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
was | burning like a | silver | flame, | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
the | summit of | beauty and | love, | |
| Gm | C | Gm | (bass riff) | G | | G | A# | | C | | D | | D | | C |
and | Venus was her | name! | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Cm | F | Cm | F | Gm | C | Gm | C |
She's | got it, | | yeah | baby, she's | got it | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire - at | my desire | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire at | my desire | | | |
| (Solo1) | | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
Her | weapons are her | crystal | eyes | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
| making every | man | mad | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
| Black as the | dark night | she was, | |
| Gm | C | Gm | (bass riff) | G | | G | A# | | C | | D | | D | | C | |
got what | no one else | had! | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | WOW! |
| Cm | F | Cm | F | Gm | C | Gm | C |
She's | got it, | | yeah | baby, she's | got it | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire at | my desire | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire at | my desire | | | |
| C | (riff2) (riff2) | D | (riff2) (riff2) |
| | | | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | (+Lead3) |
| Aaaaaaa | aaaah | -aaaaaaa | ah-aaaa | ah-aaaaa | -aaa-aa | ah | | |
| Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | C | Gm | (bass riff) | G | | G | A# | | C | | D | | D | | C |
| Aaaaaaa | aaaah | -aaaaaaa | ah-aaaa | ah-aaaaa | -aaa-aa | ah | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Cm | F | Cm | F | Gm | C | Gm | C |
She's | got it, | | yeah | baby, she's | got it | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire at | my desire | | | Well |
| D# | D7 | Gm | C | Gm | C |
| She's my Venus, | She's my fire at | my desire | | | |
Bass-riff
G------------------------|
D------------------------|
A------------3--5--5--3--|
E--3--3-h-6--------------|
35. Living with the Blues
Brownie McGhee / Brownie McGhee and Sonny Terry
| E | | E7 | | E6 | | E+ | | E | | B7 | | 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. | |
| A | E | A | E |
| 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 |
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. | |
| E7 | E7 | E7 | E7 | A7 | A7 | E7 | E7 | B7 | A7 | E7 | B7 |
| | | | | | | | | | | | |
| A | E | A | E |
| 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. |
| G#7 | A | A | A/G# | A/G | A/F# | E7 | E | | E7 | | E6 | | E+ | | E | | B | | E |
I'm not a | shamed, oh no, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
36. You And Me (in my Pocket)
Jonathan Vandenbroeck / Milow: North and South (2011)
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| I wish you | smelled a | little | funny, | Not just | funny | really | bad. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| We could | roam the | streets for | ever, | Just like | cats but | we'd never | stray. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| I sometimes | wish you | were a | mermaid, | I could | raise you in the | tub at | home. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| We could | take a | swim | together, | On weekly | daytrips | to the | bay. |
| |: | D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A | :| | | |: | D | | F#m | | E | | A | :| |
| | Oh- | oh, | you and | me, | It would be | only | you and | me. | | You | and | Me | | | | | | | |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
I | wish you | were a | little | bigger, | Not just | big but | really really | fat. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| Doors you | would no | longer | fit through, | In my | bed you would | have to | stay. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| I often | wish that | you had | feathers, | I'd keep | you in a | giant | cage. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| All day | long I'd | sit and | watch you, | And sing for | you and that | would be | okay. |
| |: | D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A | :| | | |: | D | | F#m | | E | | A | :| |
| | Oh- | oh, | you and | me, | It would be | only | you and | me. | | You | and | Me | | | | | | | |
| C#m | F#m | D | E | C#m | F#m | D | E |
| People | say there are | plenty of | fish, | In the | sea, Baby, | all I do is | wish. |
| n.C. | | | D | | F#m | E | | A | | D | | F#m | E | | A |
| | - I wish, | | | | | | | | - I wish | , | | | | | |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
I | wish you | were a | little | slower, | Not just | slow but | para | lyzed. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
| Then I could | plug you | into a | socket | So you could | never | run a | way. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
I | really | wish that | you were | smaller. | Not just | small but | really, really | short. |
| D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A |
So | I could | put you | in my | pocket | And carry | you a | round all | day. |
| |: | D | F#m | E | A | D | F#m | E | A | :| |
| | Oh- | oh, | you and | me, | It would be | only | you and | me. | |
| D | A | E | A | | |: | G | | Bm | | A | | D | :| |
| It would be | only | you and | me. | You | and | Me | | | | | | | |
37. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Bob Dylan / The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)
| E | B7 | C#m | A | E | B7 |
It | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | if you don't know by | now. | |
| E | B7 | C#m | F#7 | B |
And it | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | It'll never do, some | how. |
| E | E7 |
When your | rooster crows at the | break of dawn, |
| A | F#7 |
| Look out your window and | I'll be gone. |
| E | B | C#m | A | E | B | E |
| You're the | reason I'm | travelling | on, But, | don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| E | B7 | C#m | A | E | B7 |
And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | The light I never | knowed. | |
| E | B7 | C#m | F#7 | B |
And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | I'm on the dark side of the | road. |
| E | E7 |
But I | wish there were something you would | do or say; |
| A | F#7 |
| To try and make me change my | mind and stay. |
| E | B | C#m | A | E | B | E |
| We never | did too much | talkin' any | way. | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| E | B7 | C#m | A | E | B7 |
No it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | Like you never done be | fore. | |
| E | B7 | C#m | F#7 | B |
And it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | I can't hear you any | more. |
| E | E7 |
I'm a- | thinkin' and a-wonderin' | Walking down the road, |
| A | F#7 |
I | once loved a woman, a | child I am told. |
| E | B | C#m | A | E | B | E |
I | give her my | heart but she | wanted my | soul, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| B7 | C#m | A | E | B7 |
So lo-o- | ong, honey | babe, | Where I'm bound, I can't | tell. | |
| E | B7 | C#m | F#7 | B |
| Goodbye is | too good a | word, babe, | So I'll just say, "fare thee | well". |
| E | E7 |
I ain't | sayin' you treated | me unkind, |
| A | F#7 |
You | could have done better, but, | I don't mind. |
| E | B | C#m | A | E | B | E |
| You just kinda | wasted my | precious | time, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
38. Country Honk
Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)
| G | C | G | D | D7 | G |
| //// //// //// //// | //// //// //// //// | //// ///// | // | // | //// |
| G | C |
| I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in | Jackson |
| G | A | D | D7 |
And | on the street the | summer sun it | shines | |
| G | C |
There's | many a bar-room queen I've had in | Jackson |
| G | D | D7 | G |
But I | just can't seem to | drink you | off my | mind |
| G | D | D7 | G |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| D | D7 | G |
Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues |
| G | C |
| I laid a divorcee in New York | City |
| G | A | D | D7 |
I h | ad to put up | some kind of a | fight | |
| G | C |
The | lady she all dressed me up in | roses |
| G | D | D7 | G |
She | blew my nose and | then she | blew my | mind |
| G | D | D7 | G |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| D | D7 | G |
Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues |
| G | D | D7 | G |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| D | D7 | G |
Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk b | lues |
| G | D | D7 | G |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| D | D7 | G | C | G |
Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues | | |
Guitar (Intro & Verse) (Verse->Chorus Riff)
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39. At this Point in my Life
David Ribeiro / Tracy Chapman: A Living Legend (1995)
| D | A |
| Done so many things wrong I don't know if I can do right | Oh I, Oh I've |
| D | A | D | F#m | D | A | D | F#m | D | A | D | A |
| Done so many things wrong I don't know if I can do right | | | | | | | | | | | |
| A |
| At this point in my life |
| D | F#m | D |
I've | done so many things wrong | I don't know if I can do | right |
| A | D | F#m |
If you p | ut your trust in me I hope I | won't let you down | |
| D | A |
If you give me a chance | I'll try | |
| F#m | D | A | E |
You see it's been a | hard road, | | the road I'm | traveling on |
| F#m | D | A | E |
And if I | take your hand | | I might lead you down the | path to ruin |
| F#m | D | A | F#m |
I've had a | hard life | | I'm just saying it so you'll | understand |
| D | E |
That | right now, right now, I'm | doing the best I can |
| A | D | A | D |
At | this point in my life | - At | this point in my life | |
| D | F#m |
Although I've | mostly walked in the shadows | |
| D |
I'm still searching for the | light |
| A |
Won't you | put your faith in me |
| D | F#m |
We both know | that's what matters | |
| D | A |
If you give me a chance | I'll try | |
| F#m | D | A | E |
You see I've been | climbing stairs | | but mostly | stumbling down |
| F#m | D | A | E |
I've been | reaching high | | always | losing ground |
| F#m | D | A | F#m |
You see I've | conquered hills | | but I still have | mountains to climb |
| D | E |
And | right now right now I'm | doing the best I can |
| A | D | A |
At | this point in my life | | |
| D |
Before we walk down that path | |
Before I make any promises | |
| F#m |
Before you have regrets | |
Before we talk commitment | |
Let me tell you of my past | |
| D |
| All I've seen and all I've done |
| E |
The t | hings I'd like to forget |
| A | D |
| At this point in my life | |
| A | D |
| At this point in my life | |
| D | F#m |
I'd like to | live as if only love mattered | |
| F#m | D |
| As if redemption was in | sight |
| A |
As if the | search to live honestly |
| D | F#m |
Is all that | anyone needs | |
| D | A |
No matter if you | find it | |
| F#m | D | A |
You see when I've | touched the sky | | |
| E |
The earth's gravity has | pulled me down |
| F#m | D | A |
But | now I've recon | ciled that in this world | |
| E |
Birds and angels get the | wings to fly |
| F#m | D | A |
If you can be | lieve in this | heart of mine | |
| E |
If you can | give it a try |
| D |
Then I'll | reach inside and find and give you |
| E |
All the | sweetness that I have |
| A |
At | this point in my life |
| D | A |
At | this point in my life | |
40. Old Love
R. Cray / Eric Clapton: Unplugged (1992)
| Am7 | | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
| | | I can feel your body | | | | | | | When I'm lying in bed | | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | G |
| | | There's too much con | fusi | on | | | Going around | through my head | |
| F | E7 | Am | Am- | | Am7 | | D7 |
| And it makes me so angry | - To know that the flame still | burns | | | | | |
| F | E7 | F | E7 |
| Why can't I get over? | - When will I ever | learn | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | leave me | alone | | | | | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | go on | home | | | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | | G |
| | | I can see your face | | | - | | | But I know that it's not real | | | |
| Am7 | | Dm7 | G+ | | G | Am7 | | F/Dm7 | G+ | | G |
| | | It's just an illusion | | | - | | | Caused by how I used to feel | | | |
| F | E7 | Am | Am- | | Am7 | | D7 |
| And it makes me so angry | - To know that the flame will always | burn | | | | | |
| F | E7 | F | E7 |
| I'll never get over | - I know now that I'll never | learn | |
| Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G | | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | | | leave me alone | | | | | |
| Am7 | G+ | | G | | Am7 | Dm7 | | G+ | | G |
Old | love, | | | | go on | home | | | | | |
41. Weather With You
Neil & Tim Finn / Crowded House: Woodface (1991)
| Intro: | | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 |
| | | | | | | | | | |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Walking 'round the | room singing Stormy | Weather |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
At Fifty- | Seven Mount Pleasant | Street |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Now it's the | same room but everything's | different |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
You can fight the | sleep but not the | dream |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Things ain't | cookin' - | in my | kitchen |
| Dm | C | F |
| Strange af | fliction wash | over me |
| Dm | C | Dm | C |
| Julius | Caesar - | and the Roman | Empire |
| Dm | C | F | G | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 |
| Couldn't | conquer the | blue | sky | | | | |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
There's a | small boat made of | china |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Going | nowhere on the mantle | piece |
| Em7 | Asus4 |
Do I | lie like a loungeroom | lizard |
| Em7 | Asus4 | A7sus4 |
Or do I | sing like a bird re | leased? | |
| A7sus4 | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather with you |
| A7sus4 | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather |
| A7sus4 | G |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather with you |
| F#m | Em |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather |
| A | Em7 | Asus4 | Em7 | Asus4 | A7sus4 |
The | weather with | you | | | | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather | |
Everywhere you go, you always take the weather with you | |
| F#m | Em | A | D |
Everywhere you | go, you always take the | weather - Take the | weather with | you |
42. Wonderful Tonight
Eric Clapton
| A | E |
| It's late in the | evening, |
| D | E |
| she's wondering what | clothes to wear. |
| A | E |
| She puts on her | make up |
| D | E |
And | brushes her | long blond hair, |
| D | E | A | A/G# | F#m |
and | than she | asks me " | Do I | look al | right?" |
| D | E | A |
And I say " | Yes, you look | wonderful to | night." |
We're going to a party, and every man turns to see, | |
this beautiful lady, who's walking around with me. | |
And than she asks me "Do you feel alright?" | |
And I say "Yes, I feel wonderful to night." | |
| D | E | A | F#m |
I feel | wonderful be | cause I see the | love light in your | eyes, |
| D | E | D | E |
and the | wonder of it | all is that you | just don't rea | lize |
It's time to go home now, and I've got an acheing head. | |
So I give her the car key, and she helps me to bed. | |
And than I tell her, As I turn out the light, | |
I say: "My darling, you were wonderful tonight." | |
43. Just Like a Woman
Bob Dylan: Blonde on Blonde (1966)
| E | A | B | E | E | A | B7 | E |
| Nobody | feels | any | pain - | Tonight as I | stand | inside the | rain |
| A | B | A | B |
| Everybody | knows that | baby's got new | clothes |
| A | G#m | F#m | E | B7 |
But | late | ly | I | see her | ribbons and her bows |
| C#m | E/B | B7sus4 | B7 | B7sus2 | B7 |
Have | fallen | from her | curls | | | |
| E | G#m/D# | B9/C# | A |
She | takes | just | like a | woman, yes she does |
| E | G#m/D# | B9/C# | A |
She | makes love | just | like a | woman, yes she does |
| E | G#m/D# | B9/C# | A |
And she | aches | just | like a | woman |
| B7sus4 | B7 | B7sus2 | B7 | E |
But she | breaks | just like a | little | girl | . |
Queen Mary, she's my friend. Yes, I believe I'll go see her again. | |
Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed | |
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest | |
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. | |
She takes just like a woman, yes she does; She makes love... | |
| G#7 |
| It was rainin' from the first and I was dying there of thirst |
| E | Esus4 | E |
So I | came in here | | |
| G#7 |
| And your longtime curse hurts but what's worse |
| B7sus4 | B7 | B7sus2 | B7 | B7sus4 | B7 | B7sus2 | B7 |
Is this pain in here, | | I can't stay | in here, | | Ain't it | | clear that | |
I just can't fit - Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit | |
When we meet again introduced as friends | |
Please don't let on that you knew me when | |
I was hungry and it was your world. | |
She takes just like a woman, yes she does; She makes love... | |
All Along The Watchtower | 4 |
At this Point in my Life | 39 |
Bad Moon Rising | 22 |
Banks of the Ohio | 33 |
Cool Change | 28 |
Copper Kettle | 23 |
Country Honk | 38 |
Death of a Clown | 8 |
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right | 37 |
Feelin' Groovy | 21 |
From Hank to Hendrix | 3 |
Get Back | 25 |
Heart of Gold | 13 |
Horse With No Name | 2 |
Hurt | 11 |
I Shall Be Released | 7 |
It never rains in Southern California | 1 |
Jesus, etc. | 29 |
Joanna | 6 |
Just Like a Woman | 43 |
Keep the Customer Satisfied | 30 |
Knockin' on Heaven's Door | 5 |
Lay Lady Lay | 32 |
Living with the Blues | 35 |
Matty Groves | 10 |
Midnight Special | 19 |
Old Love | 40 |
Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms | 31 |
Slip Slidin' Away | 9 |
Talkin' 'Bout A Revolution | 17 |
The Highwayman | 18 |
The Letter | 26 |
The Mighty Quinn | 20 |
The Rose | 15 |
The Spanish Lady | 24 |
Venus | 34 |
Wagon Wheel | 27 |
Weather With You | 41 |
White Room | 16 |
Wild West End | 12 |
Wonderful Tonight | 42 |
Worried Man Blues | 14 |
You And Me (in my Pocket) | 36 |
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