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Jürgen + Sophia: Les bons vins (12. Mai 2017)
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1. Sunny Afternoon
R. D. Davies / the Kinks: Face to Face (1966)
| |: | Dm | Dm/C | Dm/B | Dm/Bb | A | A/G | A/F | A/E | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | |
| Dm | C7 | F | C7 |
The | taxman's taken | all my dough And | left me in my | stately home, |
| A | A/G | A/F | A/E | Dm |
| Lazin' | on a | sunny | after | noon. |
| Dm | C7 | F | C7 |
| And I can't | sail my yacht, He's | taken every | thing I've got, |
| A | A/G | A/F | A/E | Dm |
| All I've | got's this | sunny | after | noon. |
| D7 | G7 | C7 | F | A7 |
| Save me, save me, save me from this gr | eed; I got a big | fat mama tryin' to break | me. | |
| Dm | G7 | Dm | G7 | C7 |
And I | love to live so | pleasantly - | Live this life of | luxu | ry; |
| F | A7 | Dm | Dm/C | Dm/B | Dm/Bb | A | A/G | A/F | A/E |
| Lazin' on a | sunny after | noon | | | - In the | summer | time. | | |
My girlfriend's run off with my car And gone back to her ma and pa, | |
Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty. | |
Now I'm sittin' here, Sippin' at my ice-cooled beer; | |
Lazing on a sunny afternoon. | |
Help me, help me, help me sail away. Who give me two good reasons why I are to stay? | |
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; | |
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime. | |
Save me, save me, save me from this greed, I got a big fat mama tryin' to break me. | |
And I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; | |
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime. | |
2. One More Cup of Coffee
Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy
| Am | G |
| Your Breath is sweet, your eyes are like Two | jewels in the sky. |
| F | E |
| Your back is straight your hair is smooth On the | pillow where you lie. |
| Am | G |
| But I don't sense affection - No | gratitude or love. |
| F | E |
| Your loyalty is not me - But | to the stars above. |
| F | E |
| One more cup of coffee for the | road. |
| F | E | N.C. | Am | G | F | E |
| One more cup of coffee for I | go, | To the valley be | low. | | | |
Your daddy he's an outlaw- And a wanderer by trade. | |
He'll teach you how to pick an choose - And how to throw the blade. | |
And he oversees his kingdom - So no stranger does intrude. | |
His voice it trembles as he calls out - For another plate of food | |
One more cup of coffee for the road. | |
One more cup of coffee for I go, To the valley below. | |
Your sister sees the future - Like your momma and yourself. | |
You've never learned to read or write - There's no books upon your shelf. | |
And your pleasure know no limits - Your voice is like a meadow larks. | |
But your heart is like an ocean - Mysterious and dark. | |
One more cup of coffee for the road. | |
more cup of coffee for I go, To the valley below. | |
3. The Little Tin Soldier
Donovan Leitch / Donovan: (1967)
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Intro: e |--7--5--3--2--0--------|--7--5--3--2--0--------|-----3--------3--|--------3----------3--|
B |--0--0--0--0--0--3--2--|--0--0--0--0--0--3--2--|--1--0--------0--|--------0----------0--|
G |--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|--0--0--------0--|--------0----------0--|
D |-----------------0--0--|-----------------0--0--|--0--0--0--0--0--|--0--0--0----0--0--0--|
A |-----------------------|-----------------------|-----2--0--0--2--|--0--0--2----0--0--2--|
E |-----------------------|-----------------------|-----3--3--3--3--|--3--3--3----3--3--3--|
| G | Em | C | D |
| Once in a town in the | Blackforest a | little white toy shop | stood, |
| G | Em | C | D |
And a | little tin soldier with | only one leg | lived in a castle of | wood. |
| C | D | C | D |
And | across the room on an | other shelve stood a | tiny glass | case, |
| G | Em | C | | D |
And a | tiny ballerina | lived in there | - | all in a dress of | lace. |
| C | D | C | D |
And | from where the little tin | soldier stood they could | see each other so | clear, |
| G | Em | C | D |
And the | little tin soldier watched | over her | with a love so deep and | dear. |
| Gm | Bm | Gm | Bm |
| Then one day, | sadness came. | The tiny ballerina was | sold. |
| Gm | Bm | Am |
| The little tin soldier was thrown away, and | into the gutter he | rolled. |
| Am | Em | Am | Em |
| The water carried him | to the sea and | many far-off | lands; |
| Am | Em | Am | Em |
| He made many | children happy as he | passed through their tiny | hands |
| G | Em | G | Em |
And | then one day they | met again in a | town in the land of | Eire. |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
And as the | clocks on the wall struck the | midnight hour they | jumped in | to the | fire. |
| G | Em | G | Em |
And | in that fire | they shall stay, Lord, for | ever and a | day. |
| G | Em | C | D | intro |
'Cause that | fire, oh Lord, is the | fire of love, just | like the | peace of | thy. |
4. Ruby Tuesday
Jagger & Richards / Rolling Stones
| Am | C | F | C |
| She would | never | say where she came | from |
| Am | C | F | G |
| Yesterday | don't | matter if it's | gone |
| Am | D7 | G |
| While the | sun is | bright |
| Am | D7 | G |
| Or in the | darkest | night |
| C | G | G7 |
No one | knows she comes and | goes | |
| C | G | F | G |
| Good | bye | Ruby | Tuesday, |
| C | G | F | G |
| Who could | hang a | name on | you? |
| C | G | F | C |
| When you | change with | ev'ry | new day, |
| G | G |
| Still I'm gonna miss you! | |
Don't question why she needs to be so free | |
She'll tell you it's the only way to be | |
She just can can't be chained | |
To a life where nothing's gained | |
And nothing's lost at such a cost | |
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you? | |
When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you! | |
There's no time to loose I heard her say | |
Cash your dream before they slip away | |
will loose your mind ain't life unkind | |
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you? | |
When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you! | |
5. Dream a Little Dream of me
Gus Khan/ the Mamas & the Papas: the Papas & the Mamas (1968)
| C | B7 | Ab7 | G7 | C | A7 |
| Stars | shining bright a | bove | you; | Night breezes seem to | whisper: I love you. |
| F | Fm | C | Ab7 | G7 |
| Birds singing in the | sycamore tree: | Dream a little | dream of | me! |
| C | B7 | Ab7 | G7 | C | A7 |
| Say: | nighty night! and | kiss | me; | Just hold me tight and | tell me you miss me. |
| F | Fm | C | Ab7 | G7 | C | E |
| While I'm alone and | blue as can be: | Dream a little | dream | of | me! | |
| A | F#m | Bm | E7 | A | F#m | Bm | E7 |
| Stars | fading, but I | linger | on, dear; | Still | craving your | kiss. | |
| A | F#m | Bm | E7 | A | F#m | Ab7 | G7 |
| I'm | longing to | linger till | dawn, dear; | Just | saying | this... | |
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. | |
But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me! | |
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear; Still craving your kiss. | |
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear; Just saying this... | |
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. | |
But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me! | |
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6. Oh My Love
John Lennon / John Lennon: Imagine(1971)
| Am7 | Bm | Am | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my eyes are wide | open. |
| Am7 | Bm | Am | C | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | eyes can | see. |
| Em | B7 |
| I see the wind, oh | I see the trees, |
| Am | C | G | B7 |
| Everything is | clear in my | heart. | |
| Em | B7 |
| I see the clouds, oh | I see the sky, |
| Am | C | G |
| Everything is | clear in our | world. |
| Am7 | Bm | Am | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my mind is wide | open. |
| Am7 | Bm | Am | C | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | mind can | feel. |
| Em | B7 |
| I feel sorrow, oh | I feel dreams, |
| Am | C | G | B7 |
| Everything is | clear in my | heart. | |
| Em | B7 |
| I feel life, oh | I feel love, |
| Am | C | G |
| Everything is | clear in our | world. |
| Am7 | Bm | Am | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my eyes are wide | open. |
| Am7 | Bm | Am | C | G |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | eyes can | see. |
7. Girl from the North Country
Bob Dylan/the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)
| G | Bm | C | G |
| Well, if you're | travelin' in the | north country | fair, |
| G | Bm | C | G |
Where the | winds hit | heavy on the | border | line, |
| G | Bm | C | G |
Re | member | me to | one who lives | there, |
| G | Bm | C | G |
| She once | was a | true love of | mine. |
If you go in the snowflake storm | |
When the rivers freeze and summer ends. | |
Please see she has a coat so warm | |
To keep her from the howlin' winds. | |
Please see if her hair hangs long, | |
If it rolls and flows all down her breast. | |
Please see for me if her hair is hangin' long, | |
For that's the way I remember her best. | |
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all? | |
Many times I've often prayed, | |
In the darkness of my night, | |
In the brightness of my day. | |
So, if you're travelin' in the north country fair, | |
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. | |
Remember me to one who lives there, | |
She once was a true love of mine. | |
8. 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? |
9. Colours
Donovan Leitch / Donovan: Fairytale (1965)
| D |
| Yellow is the colour of my true loves hair - |
| G | D |
in the | morning when we | rise; |
| G | D |
in the | morning when we | rise: |
| A | G | D | | G | | D |
That's the | time, that's the | time I love the | best. | | | | |
Blue is the colour of the sky-y-y - | |
in the morning when we rise; | |
in the morning when we rise: | |
That's the time, that's the time I love the best. | |
Green is the colour of the sparklin' corn - | |
in the morning when we rise; | |
in the morning when we rise: | |
That's the time, that's the time I love the best. | |
Mellow is the feelin' that I get - | |
That's the time, that's the time I love the best. | |
Freedom is a word I rarely use - | |
of the time, of the time when I've been loved. | |
10. Something in the Water
Brooke Fraser / Brooke Fraser: Flags (2010)
| F | C | Csus4 | C | Csus4 | C | Csus4 | C | Csus4 |
| Do do do do do do do do do do | | | | | | | | |
| C | F | C | Am | G | C |
I | wear a demeanor made of | bright pretty | things - What she | wears, what she | wears, what she | wears |
| C | F | C | Am | G | C |
Birds | singing on my shoulder in | harmony it | seems - How they | sing, how they | sing, how they | sing |
| F | C |
| Give me nights of solitude, red wine just a glass or two, | Reclined in a hammock on a balmy evening |
| F | C | G |
| I’ll pretend that it's no thing that's skipping my heart when I think | Of you thinking of me babe I'm | crazy over you |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the | water, | something in the | water |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the w | ater, that | makes me love you | like – |
| C | F | C | Am | G | C |
I've got | halo's made of summer, | rhythms made of | spring - What she | wears, what she | wears, what she | wears |
| C | F | C | Am | G | C |
I got | crowns of words a woven each | one a song to | sing - Oh I | sing, oh I | sing, oh I | sing |
| F | C |
| Give me long days in the sun, preludes to the nights to come, | Babies of the mornings laying in all lazy |
| F | C | G |
| Give me something fun to do like a life of loving you - | Kiss me quick now baby I'm still c | razy over you |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the | water, | something in the | water |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the w | ater, that | makes me love you like I | do |
| C | F | C | G/B |
Oooh oooh oo | oh - Oooh oooh oo | oh - Oooh oooh oo | oh | |
| F | C | F | C | G |
| Give me nights of solitude - | Red wine just a glass or two - | Give me something fun to d | o | |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the | water, | something in the | water |
| Am | C | F | C | F | C | F | G |
| Aaah | Aaah | Aaah | Aaah - There's | something in the w | ater, that | makes me love you | like I do x2 |
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11. My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)
Neil Young & Jeff Blackburn / Neil Young & Crazy Horse: Rust Never Sleeps (1978)
| Am | G | Fmaj7 | Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| My | My, Hey | Hey - | Rock and | roll is here to | stay. |
| C | G | Am | F | Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| It's better to | burn out than to | fade a | way - | My | My, Hey | Hey. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| Out of the | blue and into the | black. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| They give you | this, but you pay for | that. |
| C | G | Am | F |
| And once you're | gone you can | never come | back. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
When you're | out of the | blue And into the | black. |
| solo: | Am | G | Fmaj7 | Am | G | Fmaj7 | C | G | Am | F | Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| The king is | gone but he's not for | gotten. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| Is this the | story of Johnny | Rotten? |
| C | G | Am | F |
| It's better to | burn out than it | is to | rust. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| The king is | gone but he's not for | gotten. |
| Am | G | Fmaj7 | Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| Hey | Hey, My | My - | Rock and | roll will never | die. |
| C | G | Am | F | Am | G | Fmaj7 |
| There's more to the | picture than | meets the | eye - | Hey | Hey, My | My. |
12. Eleanor Rigby
Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Revolver (1966)
| C | Em | Em7 | | Em6 | | Emaug5 | | Em |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! | | | | | | | |
| C | Em | Em7 | | Em6 | | Emaug5 | | Em |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! | | | | | | | |
| Em | Em7 | Em6 | Emaug5 | C | C2 | | C | Em |
| Eleanor Rigby, Picks up the | rice in a | church where a | wedding has | been. | | | Lives in a | dream. |
| Em | Em7 | Em6 | Emaug5 | C | C2 | | C | Em |
| Waits at the window, Wearing the | face that she | keeps in a | jar by the | door. | | | Who is is | for? |
| Em7 | Em6 | C | Em |
| All the lonely | people, Where | do they all come | from? |
| Em7 | Em6 | C | Em |
| All the lonely | people, Where | do they all be | long? |
| C | Em | Em7 | | Em6 | | Emaug5 | | Em |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! - | | | | | | | |
| C | Em | Em7 | | Em6 | | Emaug5 | | Em |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! | | | | | | | |
Father McKenzie, Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, No one comes near. | |
Look at him working, Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, What does he care? | |
All the lonely people, Where do they all come from? | |
All the lonely people, Where do they all belong? | |
Ah, look at all the lonely people! - Ah, look at all the lonely people! | |
Eleanor Rigby, Died in the church and was buried along with her name, Nobody came. | |
Father McKenzie, Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, No one was saved. | |
All the lonely people, Where do they all come from? | |
All the lonely people, Where do they all belong? | |
Ah, look at all the lonely people! - Ah, look at all the lonely people! | |
13. Vier Stunden vor Elbe
Element Of Crime
| Em | D | G |
| Drüben am Hori | zont verschwindet eine | Landschaft. |
| C | D | G |
Ein | Schnitt in die Brust ist der | Abschied, doch diesmal fällt er | aus. |
| Em | D | G |
| Ich will mehr für dich | sein als eine Schleusenbe | kanntschaft. |
| C | D | G |
| Diesmal, mein | Herz, diesmal fährst du | mit. |
| Em | D | G |
| Sieh doch, wie Tausende von | Möwen nach Abfall g | ieren. |
| C | D | G |
Ein | Schritt nur vor uns ist | die See, dahinter liegt | New York. |
| Em | D | G |
Ein | Schaum sprüht frech zu uns | heran wie von tausend | Bieren. |
| C | D | G |
| Diesmal, mein | Herz, diesmal fährst du | mit. |
| Em | D | G |
| Wird dir auch schlecht, über die | Reeling halte ich dich | gerne - |
| C | D | G |
ein | Ritt auf tausend Tonnen | Stahl fordert seinen | Preis. |
| Em | D | G |
und | alt wie der Mensch ist die | Sehnsucht nach der | Ferne. |
| C | D | G |
| Diesmal, mein | Herz, diesmal fährst du | mit. |
| Em | D | G |
| Scheiss doch auf die | Seemannsro | mantik. |
| C | D | G |
| Ein Tritt dem Trottel, der | das erfunden | hat! |
| Em | D | G |
| Niemand ist gern al | lein mitten im | Atlantik. |
| C | D | G |
| Diesmal, mein | Herz, diesmal fährst du | mit. |
14. 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! | |
15. 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,... | |
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16. I Won't Back Down
Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne/Tom Petty: Full Moon Ever (1989); Johnny Cash: American III (2000)
| Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
Well I | won't | back | down, no I | won't | back | down. |
| Em | D | C |
You can | stand me | up at the | gates of hell, |
| Em | D | G |
But I | won't | back | down. |
| Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
I'm gonna | stand | my | ground, won't be | turned | a- | round. |
| Em | D | C |
And I'll | keep this w | orld from | draggin' me down, |
| Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
Gonna | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| C | D | C | D |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| C | D | Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
Well I | know | what's | right, and I got | just | one | life. |
| Em | D | C |
In a | world that | keeps on | pushin' me around, |
| Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
But I'll | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| C | D | C | D |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| C | D | Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| C | D | C | D |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| C | D | Em | D | G | Em | D | G |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Em | D | G |
No, I | won't | back | down. |
17. Four Strong Winds
Ian Tyson
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
Think I'll go down to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall, | |
Got some friends that I could go to workin' for. | |
Still I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time, | |
But we've been through that a hundred times or more. | |
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
If I get there 'fore the snow flies, and if things are goin' good, | |
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare. | |
But by then it would be winter, not much for you to do, | |
And those winds sure blow cold, way out there. | |
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
18. Celia Of The Seals
Donovan Leitch / HMS Donovan (1971)
| D | G | G4 | G | C | G | G4 | G |
Should you | wander this land to the | North, | | - And few | seldom | do, | | |
| D | G | G4 | G | C | G | G4 | G |
Should you | follow the song of the | gull | | - To enchanted | western | isles, | | |
| Em | G | G4 | G | Em | G | G4 | G |
Coax a | fisherman to take you | out | | - Where the | silky seals are | seen, | | |
| Em | G | G4 | G | Em | C |
Hear the | stories that they tell a | bout | | - The | maiden who is their | queen, |
| D | G | G4 | G |
The | maiden who is their | queen. | | |
| Em | G | G4 | G | Em | Bm | C | G | G4 | G |
| Celia of the | seals, | | - She | knows just how they | feel, - | Celia of the | seals. | | |
| |: | Em | - | G | - | :| | C | D | G | G4 | G |
| |: | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Noya; | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Nay. | :| | | | | | |
| D | G | G4 | G | C | G | G4 | G |
Seal | hunters are not brave and | bold, | | - They murder her | poor wee | seals. | | |
| D | G | G4 | G | C | G | G4 | G |
And | cut off their skins to be | sold, | | - Cursed be | he who | deals. | | |
| Em | G | G4 | G | Em | C | G | G4 | G |
There's no | reason for this slaughte | ring, | | - They're | left on the | rocks to | bleed. | | |
| Em | G | G4 | G | Em | C |
He's | not a man who does this | thing, | | - It's a | cruel and a heartless | deed, |
| D | G | G4 | G |
A | cruel and heartless | deed. | | |
| |: | Em | G | G4 | G | Em | Bm |
| |: | Celia of the | seals, | | - She | knows just how they | feel, |
| C | G | G4 | G | C | G | G4 | G | :| |
| Celia of the | seals. | | - | Celia of the | seals. | | | :| |
| C | G | G4 | G |
| Celia of the | seals. | | |
| |: | Em | - | G | - | :| | C | D | G | G4 | G |
| |: | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Noya; | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Nay. | :| | | | | | |
19. Those Were The Days
Gene Raskin
| Am | Am7 |
| Once upon a time there was a | tavern, |
| A7 | Dm |
| where we used to raise a glass or | two. |
| Am7 |
Remember how we laughed away the | hours, |
| B7 | E |
and | dreamed of all the great things we would | do. |
| Am | Dm |
Those were the | days, my friend, we thought they'd | never end, |
| G | G7 | C |
we'd sing and | dance for | ever and a da | y; |
| Dm | Am |
We'd live the | life we choose, we'd fight and | never loose, |
| E7 | Am |
For we were | young, and sure to have our | way. |
| A7 | Dm |
La la la la la la la | la la | la la la |
| E7 | Am |
Those were the | days, oh yes those were the d | ays. |
Then the busy years went rushing by us. | |
We lost our starty notions on the way. | |
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern, | |
we'd smiled at one another, and we'd say: | |
Just tonight I stood before the tavern. | |
Nothing seemed the way it used to be. | |
In the glass I saw a strange reflection, | |
was that lonley woman really me? | |
Through the door there came familiar laughter. | |
I saw your face and heard you call my name. | |
Oh, my friend, we're older, but no wiser. | |
For in our hearts the dream are still the same. | |
20. If You Could Read My Mind
Gordon Lightfood / Gordon Lightfood: Sit Down Young Stranger (1970)
| G | F |
| If you could read my mind love - | What a tale my thoughts could tell! |
| G | F |
| Just like an old time movie - | 'bout a ghost from a wishin' well! |
| G | Em | C | D | Em | C | G |
| In a castle | dark or a | fortress strong - With | chains upon my | feet - You | know that ghost is | me; |
| C | G/B | Am7 | D | G | | Fmaj7 | | G |
And | I will never | be set free - As | long as I'm a | ghost that you can't | see. | | | | |
| G | F |
| If I could read your mind love - | What a tale your thoughts could tell? |
| G | F |
| Just like a paperback novel - | The kind that drugstores sell. |
| G | Em | C | D | Em | C | G |
| When you reach the | part where the | heartaches come, The | hero would be | me. But | heroes often | fail! |
| C | G/B | Am7 | D | G | | Fmaj7 | | G |
And | you won't read that | book again - Be | cause the ending's | just too hard to | take. | | | | |
| G | Em | C | D | Em |
| I'd walk a | way like a | movie star - Who get's | burned in a three way | script. |
| C | G | C | G/B |
| Enter number | two - A | movie queen to | play the scene |
| Am7 | D | G | C | G/B |
Of | bringing all the | good things out in | me! But for | now love, let's be | real; |
| C | G/B | Am7 | D |
I | never thought I could | act this way - And I've | got to say that I | just don't get it; |
| C | G/B | Am7 | D | G |
| I don't know where | we went wrong - But the | feeling's gone - And I | just can't get it | back. |
| G | F |
| If I could read your mind love - | What a tale your thoughts could tell! |
| G | F |
| Just like an old time movie - ' | bout a ghost from a wishin' well. |
| G | Em | C | D | Em | C | G |
| In a castle | dark or a | fortress strong - With | chains upon my | feet. But | stories always | end, |
| C | G/B | Am7 | D | G |
And | if you read | between the lines - You'll | know that I'm just | tryin' to under | stand: |
| C | G/B | C | G/B |
The | feelin's that you | lack. I | never thought I could | feel this way, |
| Am7 | D | C | G/B |
And I've | got to say that I | just don't get it - | I don't know where | we went wrong, |
| Am7 | D | G | | Fmaj7 | | G |
| But the feelin's gone - And I | just can't get it | back. | | | | |
Celia Of The Seals | 18 |
Colours | 9 |
Dream a Little Dream of me | 5 |
Eleanor Rigby | 12 |
Four Strong Winds | 17 |
From Hank to Hendrix | 8 |
Girl from the North Country | 7 |
I Won't Back Down | 16 |
If You Could Read My Mind | 20 |
My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue) | 11 |
Oh My Love | 6 |
One More Cup of Coffee | 2 |
Ruby Tuesday | 4 |
Something in the Water | 10 |
St. James Infirmary | 15 |
Sunny Afternoon | 1 |
The Little Tin Soldier | 3 |
Those Were The Days | 19 |
Vier Stunden vor Elbe | 13 |
Wagon Wheel | 14 |
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