JGTWSet161231

Tarnowitzick Showbande im Rondeo (31.12.2016)

_ 1. Teil _

Nur die erste Strophe!

1. When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Patrick Gilmore (1863)

	Em	G
When	Johnny comes marching home again, Hur	rah! Hurrah!

	Em	G	B7
We'll	give him a hearty welcome then, Hur	rah! Hur	rah!

	Em	Am
The	men will cheer and the	boys will shout,

	Em	B7
the	ladies they will	all turn out,

	Em	D	Em
And	we'll all	feel	gay,

	B7	Em	B7	Em
	when	Johnny comes	marching	home.

	Em	G
The	old church bell will peal with joy, Hur	rah! Hurrah!

	Em	G	B7
To	welcome home our darling boy, Hur	rah! Hur	rah!

	Em	Am
The	village lads and	lassies say,

	Em	B7
with	roses they will	strew the way,

	Em	D	Em
And	we'll all	feel	gay,

	B7	Em	B7	Em
	when	Johnny comes	marching	home.

	Em	G
Get	ready for the Jubilee, Hur	rah! Hurrah!

	Em	G	B7
We'll	give the hero three times three, Hur	rah! Hur	rah!

	Em	Am
The	laurel wreath is	ready now,

	Em	B7
To	place upon his	loyal brow,

	Em	D	Em
And	we'll all	feel	gay,

	B7	Em	B7	Em
	when	Johnny comes	marching	home.

2. Memphis Underground

Herbie Mann

C7 Bass |: / / / / :| G|--------------------------| D|--------------------------| A|--3--3-----------1--3--1--| E|-----------1--3-----------| C7 Melodie | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | e|--------------------------|--------------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------| b|--------------------------|--------------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------| G|--5--5--------------5--5--|-----------------2-----3--|------2--------------------|---------------------------| D|--------------------------|----2------5--------------|------------5-----3-----1s-|--2------------------------| A|--------------------------|--------------------------|---------------------------|------3--3-----------------| E|--------------------------|--------------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------|

3. Ring of Fire

June Carter & Merle Kilgore / Johnny Cash (1963)

Intro:

	G	C	G	G	D	G
	Love is a	burnin'	thing and it	makes a	fiery	ring.

	G	C	G	G	D	G
	Bound by	wild de	sire	I fell into your	ring of	fire

	D	C	G
	I fell into a	burnin' ring of	fire

	D	C	G
I went	down, down, down and the	flames, they got	higher

	C	G	D	G
And it burns, burns, burns, that	ring of	fire, that	ring of	fire.

The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet.

I fell for you like a child, Oooh, but the fire went wild.

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire

I went down, down, down and the flames, they got higher

And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, that ring of fire.

4. School's Out

Alice Cooper, Glen Buxton, Michael Bruce, Dennis Dunaway, Neal Smith / Alice Cooper: School's Out (1972)

Em (A) Em (G) Em (A) (G) E-|------------------------------------------| B-|------------------------------------------| main riff G-|---------14-----------12----------14---12-| D-|-14--14--14---14--14--12--14--14--14------| (repeat through verse) A-|-14--14-------14--14------12--14----------| E-|-12-----------12----------12--------------|

	Em
	Well we got no choice, All girls and boys,

Making all that noise, Cause they found new toys.

	C	D	Eb
Well	we cant salute you can't find the flag.		If that don't suit you that's a drag!

Schools

out

for

summer,

schools

out

for

ever,

	Gm	Bb	C	F-Gm	A	G	F
	School's been	blown	to	pieces.

pen

cils,

bo-

oks,

tea

chers,

dir

lo-

oks.

	Em
	Well we got no class, And we got no principles,

And we got no innocence, We can't even think of a word that rhymes.

	Gm	Bb	C	Fm	-	Gm	Gm	Bb	C	F-Gm
	School's	out	for			summer,	School's	out	for	ever,

	Gm	Bb	C	Fm	-	Gm	A	G	F
	School's been	blown	to			pieces.

pen

cils,

bo-

oks,

tea

chers,

dir

lo-

oks.

Out

for

sum

mer,

Out

till

fa-

all,

might

not

back at

all.

School's

out

for

ever,

School's

out

for

summer,

	Gm	Bb	C	F	Gm	Gm	Bb	C	Fm	-	Gm
	School's	out	wit	h f	ever,	School's	out	com	pl	e	tely.

5. Wovon Ich singe

Evert Jan Bouman

	A	E
Und jetzt mein	letztes sauberes Hemd - Und wie immer mit leeren	Taschen.

	E7	A
Im Spiegel bin ich mir selber fremd - Und stolper'	über die leeren	Flaschen.

	A7	D	/ / / \|	Dm	/ / / / \|
Familienfotos im Schub im Schrank - Und zwischen	drin ein goldener	Ring.

	A	Bm	E	A
Ich	weiß nicht, wie es	kommt, - Dass ich trotz	alledem noch	singe.

Auf dem Bild was hier schief hängt - Spielen die Kinder mit Katze und Hund.

Ich habe den Schmerz ganz weit verdrängt, - Die Seele ist noch viel zu wund.

Fragen die Kinder noch nach mir - Wenn ich keine teuren Geschenke bringe?

Ich weiß nicht, wie es kommt, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe.

	D	A
Für mich war	Leben ein Farbenspiel, - Nach vorne	streben, doch ohne Ziel.

	D	A
Rutscht man	herunter, klettert man hinauf, - Man nimmt sein	Schicksal nicht nur in Kauf.

	\|:		Bm	E	A	:\|
		Es ist mir nicht	gleich, So sind die	Dinge wovon ich	singe.

Auf der Fensterscheibe schreibe ich im Dreck - In Spiegelschrift, dass ich euch liebe.

Doch meine Lieben sind alle weg, - Nur der Sand knirscht im Getriebe.

Jedoch, die Amsel singt ihr Lied. - Sie weiß, dass ich dann weiter ringe

Vielleicht weiß sie, wie es kommt, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe.

Die Freunde sagen: Augen zu! - Gehe durch die letzte Wand,

Schau nicht zurück, bewahre die Ruh'. - Das Glück ist immer ohne Pfand,

Ich balanciere auf dem Seil - Und manchmal auf des Messers Klinge.

Doch ich bin froh, dass es so ist, - Dass ich trotz alledem noch singe.

Für mich war Leben ein Farbenspiel, - Nach vorne streben, doch ohne Ziel.

Rutscht man herunter, klettert man hinauf, - Man nimmt sein Schicksal nicht nur in Kauf.

Es ist mir nicht gleich, - So sind die Dinge wovon ich singe.

6. Die Gedanken sind frei

trad.

	G	D7	G
Die Ge	danken sind frei, Wer	kann sie er	raten,

	D7	G
Sie fliehen vorbei, Wie	nächtliche	Schatten.

	D7	G	D7	A
Kein	Mensch kann sie	wissen, Kein	Jäger er	schießen,

	C	A	D7	G
Es	bleibet da	bei: die Ge	danken sind	frei!

Ich denke was ich will Und was mich beglücket,

Doch alles in der Still', Und wie es sich schicket.

Mein Wunsch, mein Begehren Kann niemand verwehren,

Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei!

Und sperrt man mich ein Im finsteren Kerker,

Das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke;

Denn meine Gedanken Zerreißen die Schranken

Und Mauern entzwei: Die Gedanken sind frei!

Drum will ich auf immer Den Sorgen entsagen

Und will mich auch nimmer Mit Willen verklagen.

Man kann ja im Herzen Stets lachen und scherzen

Und denken dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei!

7. Samba pa Ti

Carlos Santana / Santana: Abraxas (1970)

Am7

|: -

/ / / /

Am7

/ / / /

| -

/ / / /

/ -

| -

/ / / /

double time (repeat & fade out):

	\|:	G	\|	Am	:\|
	\|:	/ / / /	\|	/ / / /	:\|

8. Save The Last Dance For Me

Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman / the Drifters (1960)

	G	D
	You can dance, every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, Let him	hold you tight!

	D7	G
You can	smile, every smile for the man who held your hand 'Neath the	pale moonlight.

	G	C	C7	G
	But Don't for	get who's taking you	home And in whose arms you're	gonna be:

	D	D7	G
So	darling, save the	last dance for	me!

	G	D
	Oh I know that the music is fine like sparkling wine, Go and	have your fun!

	D7	G
Laugh and	sing but while we're apart Don't give your heart to	anyone!

	G	C	C7	G
	But Don't for	get who's taking you	home And in whose arms you're	gonna be:

	D	D7	G
So	darling, save the	last dance for	me!

bridge

	G	D	G
	Baby don't you know I	love you so, Can't you feel it when we	touch?

	D	G
I will never never let	you go Cause I love you oh so	much.

	G	D
	You can dance, go and carry on, Till the night is gone and it's time	to go.

	D7	G
If he	asks, if you're all alone, can he take you home, You must tell	him No.

	G	C	C7	G
	But Don't for	get who's taking you	home And in whose arms you're	gonna be:

	D	D7	G
So	darling, save the	last dance for	me!

solo

	G	C	C7	G
	But Don't for	get who's taking you	home And in whose arms you're	gonna be:

	D	D7	G
So	darling, save the	last dance for	me!

	D	D7	G	D	D7	G
Mm-	mh, Save the	last dance for	me! Mm-	mh, Save the	last dance for	me!

Harp "G"

9. If the Day Was Any Longer

Rory Gallagher / Taste: On the Boards (1970)

	D	D7	G	F
If the	day was any	longer, Could I	change your mind,

	D	D7	G	F
If your	love was any	stronger, You'd	stay behind.

	\|:	D	A7	A7	D	:	\|
	\|	Will I lose my	mind,	Just to pass the	time?		\|

	D	D7	G	F
If the	day was any	brighter, You'd have	seen the signs,

	D	D7	G	F
If your	love begins to	wander, Should I	count the times?

	\|:	D	A7	A7	D	:	\|
	\|	Will I lose my	mind,	Just to pass the	time?		\|

Harp solo

	D	D7	G	F
If the	day was any	day, You would for	get my name,

	D	D7	G	F
But the	things that I am	saying, They'd still	mean the same.

	\|:	D	A7	A7	D	:	\|
	\|	Will I lose my	mind,	Just to pass the	time?		\|

	\|:	D	A7	A7	D	D	A7	D	:\|

10. Rockin' All Over The World

John Fogerty / John Fogerty: John Fogerty (1975)

	D
	Well, a-here-we-are, a-here-we-are, a-here we go,

	G
	Four in the mornin', gonna hittin' the road,

	D	A	D
Here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over	the world!

	D
	Well, a-geedee-up, a-geedee-up, a-get away,

	G	D
	We're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we	go-oh!

	A	D
	Rockin' all over	the world!

	D
	And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,

	G	D	A	D
	I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over the	world!

solo

	D
	Well, I'm gonna tell your Mama what I'm gonna do,

	G	D
	We're going out tonight with our dancin' shoes,	Here we go-oh!

	A	D
	Rockin' all over the	world!

	D
	And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,

	G	D	A	D
	I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over the	world!

	D
	And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,

	G	D	A	D
	I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over the	world!

	D
	And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,

	G	D	A	D
	I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over the	world!

	D
	And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,

	G	D	A	D
	I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we	go-oh!	Rockin' all over the	world!

In the night... (fade out)

_ 2. Teil _

11. Ahoi

Evert Jan Bouman

	Am	Em	Am	Em	Am
	Wir wissen das	bei manchem	Liebes	paa-	re

	Em	Am	Em	Am
Die Laus auf der	Leber mal	rie- -	sig	wird.

	Em	Am	Em	Am
Man kriegt sich	ständig	in die	Haa-	re,

	Em	Am	Em	Am
Schmeißt das Ge	schirr das es	klappert	und	klirrt.

	C	Am	C	Am	Em	Am
	Alle	sitzen im	gleichen	Boot, Lasset uns	lieben, lasset uns	lieben.

	C	Am	C	Am	Em	Am	Em	Am
	Alle	sitzen im	gleichen	Boot, lasset uns	lieben, das	höchs	te Ge	bot.

	Em	Dm	C	Dm	Em	Dm	C	Dm
	Sei	Sei	Sei-Da-Da	Sei-Da-Da,	Sei	Sei	Sei-Da-Da	Sei,

	Em	Am	Em	Am
	A- - -	hoi.	A- - -	hoi.

Die Blagen können uns ziemlich nerven,

Sie sind nicht so brav wie im Bilderbuch.

Die Vase fällt in dreitausend Scherben,

Aus der Bude schleiert der Haschischgeruch.

Refrain

Unseren lieben Arbeitskollegen

Wünschen wir nicht nur das Paradies.

Wir gehen irrend auch irrige Wege,

und laufen dann fast in den rostigen Spieß.

Refrain

Waschet die Alten, mit sauberen Händen.

Ach du Schande, ich wasche nur mich.

Liebet die roten und blauen Hemden.

Die Liebe lässt keine Farbe im Stich.

Refrain

Liebe die Großen, liebe den Kleinen,

Liebe die Amsel, liebe den Wurm.

Liebe das Dreckige, liebe das Reine,

Liebe im Erdloch, liebe im Turm.

Refrain

Der Kapitän, der lenkt voller Liebe.

Er geht in der Not als letzter vom Deck.

Seine starke Hand braucht keine Hiebe,

Der heftigste Sturm bläst ihn nicht weg.

Refrain

12. Junge komm bald wieder

Lotar Olias, Walter Rothenburg / Freddy Quinn (1963)

	G	D
	Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach	Haus.

	D7	G
	Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin	aus.

	C	G
	Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um	dich;

	D	D7	G
	Denk auch an morgen,	denk auch an	mich!

	G	D
	Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach	Haus.

	D7	G
	Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin	aus.

	G
Wo	hin die Seefahrt mich im Leben trieb,

	G/D#
Ich	weiß noch heute, was mir Mutter schrieb.

	C	G
In	jedem Hafen kam ein Brief an	Bord

	A	D
Und	immer schrieb sie "Bleib nicht so lange	fort".

Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus

Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus

Ich weiß noch wie die erste Fahrt verlief,

Ich schlich mich heimlich fort als Mutter schlief,

Als sie erwachte war ich auf dem Meer.

Im ersten Brief stand "Komm doch bald wieder her".

Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus.

Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus.

Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um dich.

Denk auch an morgen, denk auch an mich.

Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus.

Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus.

13. Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein

trad.

	C	G	C
	Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein -	Hollahi Holla	ho

	C	G	G7	C
	Wird wohl mein fein's Liebchen sein -	Holla	hi ja	ho

	F	C	G	G7	C	C7
	Geht vorbei und	schaut nicht 'rein -	Holla	hi	Holla	ho

	F	C	G	G7	C
	Wird's wohl nicht ge	wesen sein -	Holla	hi ja	ho

Leute haben's oft gesagt - Hollahi Hollaho

Daß ich ein fein's Liebchen hab - Hollahi jaho

Laß sie reden schweig fein still - Hollahi Hollaho

Kann ja lieben wen ich will - Hollahi jaho

Sagt mir, Leute, ganz gewiß, - Hollahi Hollaho

Was das für ein Lieben ist; - Hollahi jaho

Die ich liebe, krieg ich nicht, - Hollahi Hollaho

Und 'ne andre mag ich nicht. - Hollahi jaho

Wenn mein Liebchen Hochzeit hat - Hollahi Hollaho

Ist für mich ein Trauertag - Hollahi jaho

Geh ich in mein Kämmerlein - Hollahi Hollaho

Trage meinen Schmerz allein - Hollahi jaho

Wenn ich dann gestorben bin - Hollahi Hollaho

Trägt man mich zum Grabe hin - Hollahi jaho

Setzt mir einen Leichenstein - Hollahi Hollaho

Pflanzt mir drauf Vergißnicht mein - Hollahi jaho

Wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, - Hollahi Hollaho

Ist mein Liebchen auch darin, - Hollahi jaho

Denn es ist ein alter Brauch, - Hollahi Hollaho

Was sich liebt, das kriegt sich auch, - Hollahi jaho

14. Hey Joe

Jimi Hendrix

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do?

Well I guess I'll shoot my woman,

That's what I'll do!

Well I guess I'll shoot them both

Before I'm through.

Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go?

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

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

And there ain't gonna be no hangmans ropes

Gonna be put around me.

Harp "D"

15. I'm A Stranger Here

Brownie McGhee & Sonny Terry (1960)

	A	A7
	I'm a stranger here, just blow'd in your town, Oh,	yes, I am!

	D	A
I'm a	stranger here, just blow'd in your	town.

	E7	D7	A	E7
Well, be	cause I'm a stranger,	everybody wants to dog me '	round.

I'm gonna write home to daddy to send me my railroad fare, Oh, yes, I am!

I'm gonna write home to dad to send me my railroad fare, Oh, yes, I am!

Well, if he don't send it, I don't mind walkin' down.

I'm goin' back home have to wear out ninetynine pair of shoes, Oh, yes, I am!

When I get back there I won't have these old stranger blues.

Let's walk together, boy

Well, I wonder why people treats the strangers so, Oh, Lordy Lord!

Well, I wonder why people treats the strangers so.

Well, I ain't got no place I just go from door to door.

You know, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town; Oh, yes, I am!

Well, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town; Oh, yes, I am!

Well, if I askin' for a favor, please don't turn me down.

Harp "D"

16. Hoochie Coochie Man

Willie Dixon / Muddy Waters (1954 )

	E/G/E/G	A
		The gypsy woman told my mother,

	E/G/E/G	A
		Before I was born

	E/G/E/G	A
		I got a boy child's comin',

	E/G/E/G	A
		He's gonna be a son of a gun

	E/G/E/G	A
		He gonna make pretty women's,

	E/G/E/G	A
		jump and shout

	E/G/E/G	A
		Then the world wanna know,

	E/G/E/G	A	A	A7
			what this all a	bout

	D
But you know I'm	him,

	D7	A
	everybody knows I'm	him

	E
Well you know I'm the	hoochie coochie man,

	D	D7	A	E7
	every	body knows I'm	him

I got a black cat bone,

I got a mojo too.

I got the Johnny Concheroo,

I'm gonna mess with you.

I'm gonna make you girls,

lead me by my hand,

Then the world will know,

the hoochie coochie man!

But you know I'm him,

Everybody knows I'm him

Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man,

Everybody knows I'm him

On the seventh hours,

on the seventh day,

On the seventh month,

the seven doctors say:

He was born for good luck,

and that you'll see,

I got seven hundred dollars,

don't you mess with me!

But you know I'm him,

Everybody knows I'm him.

Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man,

Everybody knows I'm him!

17. Suzanne

Leonard Cohen

	E
	Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river,

	F#m
You can	hear the boat go by, and you spend the night beside her.

	E
And you	know that she's half crazy, but that's why you want to be there

	G#m	A
And she	feeds you tea and oranges that come	all the way from China.

	E	F#m
And	when you mean to tell her that you	have no love to give her.

	E
Then she	gets you on her wave-length

	F#m	E
And she	lets the river answer that you’ve	always been her lover.

	G#m	A
And you	want to travel with her, and you	want to travel blind,

	E	F#m
And you	know she will trust you for you’ve	touched her perfect body

	E
With your	mind.

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water.

And he spend a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower.

And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him

He said: "All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them".

But he himself was broken long bevor the sky war open

Forsaken, almost human,

He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind

And you think maybe you'll trust him for he's touched you perfect body

With his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters.

And the sun pours down like honey for our lady of the harbour,

and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers.

There are heros in the seaweed, there are children in the morning

They are leaning out for love

And they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds the mirror.

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind,

And you know that you can trust her for she's touched your perfect body

With her mind.

Harp A

18. Bird on the Wire

Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Sogs from a Room (1969)

	A	E	A	D
Like a	bird on the	wire, like a	drunk in a midnight	choir,

	A	E	A	Asus4	A
I have	tried in my	way to be	free.

	A	E	A	D
Like a	worm on a	hook, like a	knight from some old-fashioned	book,

	A	E	A	Asus4	A
I have	saved all my	ribbons for	thee.

	D	A
	If I, if I have been un	kind,

	Bm	A
	I hope that you can just let it go	by.

	D	A
	If I, if I have been un	true,

	Bm	E
	I hope you know it was never to	you.

	A	E	A	D
Like a	baby still	born, like a	beast with his	horn,

	A	E	A	Asus4	A
I have	torn every	one who reached out for	me.

	A	E	A	D
But I	swear by this	song and by	all that I have done	wrong!

	A	E	A	Asus4	A
	I will make it	all up to	thee.

	D	A
	I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden	crutch.

	Bm	A
	He said to me, "You must not ask for so	much."

	D	A
	And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened	door,

	Bm	E
	She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for	more?"

	A	E	A	D
Like a	bird on the	wire, like a	drunk in a midnight	choir,

	A	E	D	A
I have	tried in my	way to be	free

Boogie

19. Kopf Hoch

Evert Jan Bouman

	\|:	E	A	B	E	:\|

	E	A
	Du bist einzigartig, du	bist uniek,

	B	E
	Ein Bild für die Götter, ein	Mosaik.

	E	A
	Du bist gewollt und	du bist echt.

	B	E
	Und ohne dich ist mir	gar nichts recht.

	E
	Deine Fehler sind Chancen,

	A
Dein Ver	sagen der Start.

	B	E
	Du bist wunderbar von	hart bis zart.

	E	A
	Kopf hoch! Mensch, du	bist grandios,

	B	E
	Und ohne dich ist hier	gar nichts los.

	E	A
	Kopf hoch! Mensch, du	bist einfach gut.

	B	E
	Steh zu dir selber,	absolut.

	E	A	B	E
	Kopf hoch	, und wenn der Nacken	dreckig ist.

	A		B	E
Kopf hoch	,		auch wenn du manchmal	unten bist. Kopf hoch!

Lass das Motzen, lass das Klagen,

Du bist gottgewollt, lenke dein' Wagen.

Du hast die Zügel in deiner Hand,

Führe die Pferde durch Stadt und Land.

Geradeaus, guck nicht zurück,

Dort vorne ist dein Weg, das ist dein Glück.

Refrain

Deine Pickel sind Perlen in deinem Gesicht,

Und wer das nicht sieht, sieht sich selber nicht.

Du hast doch Gefühle, du hast doch ein Herz,

Werd' kein Opfer des toten Kommerz.

Du bist einfach schön, du bist wunderbar,

Werde deiner Kraft gewahr.

Refrain

20. Johnny B. Goode

Chuck Berry (1958)

	E
Deep	down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,

	A
There	stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

	E
Where	lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

	B
Who	never ever learned to read or write so well,

	E
But he could	play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

	E
	Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

	A
Go, Johnny, go! Go	!

	E
Go, Johnny, go!	Go!

	B	E
Go, Johnny, go! Go!	Johnny B.	Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

Living in the city sittin' in the shade,

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.

When people passed him by they would stop and say,

"Oh my but that little country boy could play".

Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!

His mother told him: "Someday you will be a man,

And you will be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.

Maybe some day your name will be in lights -

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!"

Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!

_ 3. Teil _

21. Sunny Afternoon

R. D. Davies / the Kinks: Face to Face (1966)

Intro:

	\|:	Dm	A	:\|

	Dm	C7
The	taxman's taken	all my dough,

	F	C7
And	left me in my	stately home;

	A	Dm
	Lazin' on a sunny after	noon.

	Dm	C7
	And I can't	sail my yacht,

	F	C7
He's	taken every	thing I've got;

	A	Dm
	All I've got's this sunny after	noon.

	D7	G7
	Save me, save me, save me from this	greed,

	C7	F	A7
I got a big	fat mama tryin' to break	me.

	Dm	G7
And I	love to live so	pleasantly,

	Dm	G7	C7
	Live this life of	luxu	ry;

	F	A7	Dm
	Lazin' on a	sunny after	noon -

	A
In the	summertime.

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,

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 -

In the summertime...

22. Locomotive Breath

Ian Anderson / Jethro Tull: Aqualung (1971)

	Intro	Em	\|:	Em	\|	G	D	Em	:	\|
		"Bourree"	\|	/ x x x x x / - /	\| / - /	/	/	/		\|

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	In the shuffling madness

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	Of Locomotive Breath.

	Em	Em			G		D		B
	Runs the all-time loser

	B	B		D		Em
	Headlong to his death.

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	Oh! He feels the pistons scraping,

	Em	Em			G
	Steam Breaking on his brow:

	D	G	A
	Old	Charlie stole the	handle

	B	D	A	B
And the	train, it	won't	stop	going:

	B	A	G	Em
	No way	to	slow	down.

He sees his children jumping off

At stations one by one.

His woman and his best friend

In bed and having fun.

Oh! He's crawling down the corridor

On his hands and knees.

Old Charlie stole the handle

And the train, it won't stop going

No way to slow down.

He hears the silence howling

Catches angels as they fall.

And the all-time winner

Has got him by the balls.

Oh he picks up gideon's Bible

Open at page one.

I thank God He stole the handle

And the train, it won't stop going:

No way to slow down!

23. On a Beautiful Day

Evert Jan Bouman

	D	C	G	A	D	Em

24. My Brother (He's a Spiderman Fan)

Evert Jan Bouman (2016)

	E	A	F#m	G#m	A	B7

	E
My	brother ain't a donkey, - He's a lion in the dark.

	A
My	brother ain't a monkey - He's a giant white shark.

	A	F#m	G#m
	He's a	Spiderman fan, - He's a	Spiderman fan.

	A	B7
From	mamma's baby boy child - To	daddy's old wise man.

A crocodile for breakfast, - A lady in the night.

White snow in the summer, - The hell of a friend at my side.

He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan.

From mamma's baby boy child - To daddy's old wise man.

He french fries a blue whale - With the tail of a rattlesnake.

His heart is made to heal, - So he never takes a break.

He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan.

From mamma's baby boy child - To daddy's old wise man.

My brother first saw the light - In nineteen-fifty-eight.

He's the father of two children - And his love is never late.

He's a Spiderman fan, - He's a Spiderman fan.

And with a lady in his heart - He becomes a schoolboy once again.

	E
	(He's a Spiderman fan and the hell of a friend)

25. Widder

Evert Jan Bouman

	C	Am	Dm	G

	C	Am	Dm	G
	Widder, wetze deine	Hörner,	Widder, zaghaft geht nicht	mehr.

	C	Am	Dm	G
	Geballt, gebückt, kräftig	stoßen, Al	leine vorwärts ohne	Heer.

	C	Am	Dm	G
	Du, du, du kannst dich nicht ver	stecken, Die	Zeit tickt weiter, fließt und	fließt.

	C	Am	Dm	G
	Kein Zurück mehr,	vorwärts, Widder, Das	frische Gras sprießt und	sprießt.

	F	C	F	C
	Merke, Widder,	aus der Stille,	Wird der Angriff	dir gelingen.

	F	C	G	-	C	G
	Wider deinen	Widderwillen Kann kein	Stroh	mann dich be	zwingen.

Auch wenn sie deine Wolle scheren, deinen Schutz dir rauben, deine Saat,

Sei dir bewusst, du kannst dich wehren, du bist ein Widder, kein Kastrat.

Die Schlächter, Widder, wollen schlachten, Wollen dich als Osterlamm.

Widder, wetze deine Hörner, Rüste dich und stehe stramm.

Merke, Widder, aus der Stille Wird der Angriff dir gelingen.

Wider deinen Widderwillen Kann kein Strohmann dich bezwingen.

Fresse, Widder, du brauchst Nahrung, Nein, kein Käfig, keine Stäbe;

Wiese, Felder, Wald und Lichtung, Sag nicht dass es das nicht gäbe.

April, April, Osterglocken, Auferstehung, Widder stehe.

Wenn sie schreien: Leg dich, hocke! Sprich dann stille: Nein, ich gehe.

Merke, Widder, aus der Stille Wird der Angriff dir gelingen.

Wider deinen Widderwillen Kann kein Strohmann dich bezwingen.

26. Don't Worry, Be Happy

Bobby McFerrin / Bobby McFerrin: Simple Pleasures (1988)

	C	Dm	F	C

	C	Dm
	Here's a little song I wrote,	You might want to sing it note for note,

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy.

	C	Dm
	In every life we have some trouble,	But when you worry you make it double,

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy. (Don't worry, be happy now.)

	\|:	C	Dm	F	C	:\|
			Don't worry,	be happy.	Don't worry, be happy.

	C	Dm
	Ain't got no place to lay your head,	Somebody came and took your bed,

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy.

	C	Dm
	The landlord say your rent is late,	He may have to litigate,

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy. (Look at me - I'm happy.)

	C	Dm	F
		Don't worry,	be happy.

	C
	Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me,

	C	Dm	F	C
		Don't worry,	be happy.

	C	Dm
	Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style	Ain't got no gal to make you smile

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy.

	C
	'Cause when you worry your face will frown

	Dm
And	that will bring everybody down, So

	F	C
Don't	worry, be	happy. Don't worry, be happy now.

	C	Dm	F	C
		Don't worry,	be happy.	Don't worry, be happy.

	C	Dm	F	C
		Don't worry,	be happy.	Don't worry, be happy.

	C	Dm	F	C
		Don't worry, don't worry,	don't do it.	Be happy.

Put a smile on your face. Don't bring everybody down.

	C	Dm	F	C
		Don't worry.	It will soon pass, whatever it is.	Don't worry, be happy.

27. I Still Miss Someone

Johnny Cash, Roy Cash / Johnny Cash: The Fabolous Johnny Cash (1958)

	G	C	D
At my	door the	leaves are	falling,

	C	D	G
The	cold wild	wind will	come.

	G	C	D
	Sweethearts walk	by toge	ther -

	C	D	G
And	I Still	Miss Some	one.

I go out on the parties

And look for a little fun.

But I find the darkened corner,

'Cause I still miss someone.

bridge

	G	C	D	G
	No, I	never got	over those	blue eyes;

	G	C	D	G
	I	see them	every	where.

	G	C	D	G
	I	miss those	arms that	held me,

	G	C	D	G
	When	all the	love was	there.

I wonder if she's sorry,

For leaving what we had begun.

There's someone for me somewhere -

And I Still Miss Someone.

repeat bridge & last verse

28. The Wind Cries Mary

Jimi Hendrix

Intro

(I.)

- - -

(octave)

- - -

	B	A	E
	After all the	jacks are in their	boxes

	B	A	E
And the	clowns have	all gone to	bed

	B	A	E
You can hear	happiness	staggering on	down the street

	F#	A	D	D#	E
	Footsteps	dressed in	red

	F#	A	C	C#	D	- - -	C	C#	D
And the	wind	whispers	Mar	y

	B	A	E
A	broom is	drearily	sweeping

	B	A	E
	Up the broken	pieces of yesterday's	life

	B	A	E
	Somewhere a	queen is	weeping

	F#	A	D	D#	E
	Somewhere a	king has no	wif	e

	F#	A	D	D#	E	- - -	D	D#	E
And the	wind	cries	Mar	y

Solo

	B	A	E
	The traffic lights turn	blue to	morrow

	B	A	E
	And shine the	emptyness down on my	bed.

	B	A	E
	The tiny island	sags	downstream

	F#	A	D	D#	E
'	Cause the life that	lived is	dea	d.

	F#	A	D	D#	E	- - -	D	D#	E
And the	wind	screams	Mar	y

	B	A	E
	Will the wind	ever re	member

	B	A	E
The	names it has	blown in the	past.

	B	A	E
With it's	crutch, it's	old age, and it's	wisdom,

	F#	A	D	D#	E
It whispers	no, this will	be the	las	t.

- - -

And the

wind

cries

Mar

29. Tonight Will be Fine

Leonard Cohen : Songs from a Room (1969)

standard Gesang: Johnny

	A	E	A
	Sometimes I find I get to	thinking of the	past.

	A	E	A
We	swore to each other then that our	love would surely	last.

	E	A
You kept right on loving,	I went on a	fast,

	E	A
Now I am too thin and your	love is too	vast.

	D	A	D	A
But I	know from your	eyes, And I	know from your	smile:

	D	A
That to	night will be	fine, will be fine, will be fine,

	E	E7	A
Will be	fine	for a	while.

Blues/Soul Gesang Christiane

	A	E	A
	I choose the rooms that I	live in with	care.

	A	E	A
The	windows are small and the	walls almost	bare.

	E7	G	D7	A
There's only one bed and there's	only -	only	one	prayer.

	C	E7
I listen all night for your	step on the	stair.

	D7	A7	D7	A7
But I	know from your	eyes, And I	know from your	smile:

	D7	A7
That to	night will be	fine, will be fine, will be fine,

	E	E7	A
Will be	fine	for a	while.

standard Gesang: Johnny

	A	E	A
	Oh sometimes I see her un	dressing for	me.

	A	E	A
She's the	soft naked lady love	meant her to	be.

	E	A
And she's moving her body so	brave and so	free.

	E	A
If I've got to remember that's a	fine memo	ry.

	D	A	D	A
But I	know from your	eyes, And I	know from your	smile:

	D	A
That to	night will be	fine, will be fine, will be fine,

	E	E7	A
Will be	fine	for a	while.

La la la...

Harp "A"

30. Blowin' in the Wind

Bob Dylan

	A	D	A	F#m	A	D	E
	How many	roads must a	man walk	down be	fore you	call him a	man?

	A	D	A	F#m	A	D	E
	How many	seas must a	white dove	sail be	fore she	sleeps in the	sand?

	A	D	A	F#m	A	D	E
	How many	times must the	cannonballs	fly be	fore they are	forever	banned?

	D	E	A	F#m
The	answer, my	friend, is	blowin' in the	wind,

	D	E	A	D	A
The	answer is	blowin' in the	wind.

How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?

How many years can some people exist before the're allowed to be free?

How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

_ 4. Teil _

31. Witten, oh Witten

Evert Jan Bouman

	C		C	F	C
		Die	Zeit macht große Schritte und	bleibt für dich nicht	stehen.

	Dm	G
Und einige, oh Witten, die	will ich mit dir	gehen.

	C	F	C
Die	Zeit macht große Schritte und	macht vor dir nicht	Halt;

	Dm	G
Und trotzdem, oh Witten, bist du	immer noch nicht	alt.

bridge

	F	C
	Du bist frisch, du bist stark und	immer noch in Schwung.

	F	C	G	C
	Witten, oh	Witten; im	Herzen ewig	jung.

	F	C	G	C
	Witten, oh	Witten; im	Herzen ewig	jung.

Einst bauten die Germanen hier eine Siedlung an der Ruhr,

Sie jagten und sie fischten, ganz Eins mit der Natur.

Und wo jetzt das Rathaus steht, bauten sie aus gelbem Lehm

Eine Bleibe für das Oberhaupt, er machte es sich bequem.

Und aus der Vergangenheit mach ich jetzt einen Sprung

Nach |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :|

Du ruhst an der Ruhr, doch schlafen tust du nicht.

Die Menschen, die hier leben, ja, die sind dein Gesicht.

Sie lachen und sie tanzen nicht nur am Wochenend',

Du bist zwar groß, dochg klein genug, so dass man sich noch kennt.

Wir schaffen immer Neues, nicht nur Erinnerung,

In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :|

Du locktest viele Menschen an mit Kohle und mit Stahl

Und heut' mit deiner Uni, nicht nur anno dazumal.

Aus aller Herren Länder, aus jeder Religion.

Jede Frau ist wie Deine Tochter, jeder Mann ist wie Dein Sohn.

Für Fremdenhass gibt's keinen Platz, keine Entschuldigung,

In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :|

Wir schaffen fröhlich weiter, du Perle an der Ruhr.

Mal ernst und manchmal heiter, so wie das Leben pur.

Eine Heimat für die Kinder, für die Alten jetzt und hier,

So dass sie würdig leben, eine Heimat im revier.

Der eine macht 'nen kleinen Schritt, der and're einen Sprung,

In |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :|

Ich war in London und Paris und in Jerusalem,

Ich war in Kopenhagen, ich war in Amsterdam.

Ich zog durch die Dörfer, eine Heimat fand ich nicht,

Außer in Dir, Witten, weil du meine Sprache sprichst.

Von Holland oder Dortmund ist es ein Katzensprung

Nach |: Witten, oh Witten, im Herzen ewig jung. :|

32. Ich will leben

Evert Jan Bouman

riff:

/ / / |

/ |

/ / / |

	A	E
	Ich will kein Gebot, ich will kein Surrogat. Ich will	leben.

	A
Und kein Geschwätz, gib mir lieber eine Tat. Ich will	leben.

	E
Ich will mich nicht ducken und schweigen aus Angst. Ich will	leben.

	alle	A
Ich will zusehen wie du um mich bangst.	Ich will	leben.

	\|	D	mit til+christiane	A
	Ic	h	will offen sein, was	kommt ist egal,

	D	A
	Es gehört doch zu mir,	nenn es Schicksal.

	E	\| - nur johnny	A	G		D		C		A
Ich will	leben,	und wenn es geht, mit	dir	.

Ich will keine Maske, ich will sichtbar sein. Ich will leben.

Und keinen Süßstoff oder Wasser im Wein. Ich will leben.

Ich bin keine Maschine oder Nummer im Amt. Ich will leben.

Ich will mit dir sein wenn die Liebe entflammt. Ich will leben.

Ich will offen sein, was kommt ist egal,

Es gehört doch zu mir, nenn es Schicksal.

Ich will leben, und wenn es geht, mit dir.

|:r

:|s

|:r

Ich will nicht nur fragen, was kommt nach dem Tod Ich will leben.

Ich will nicht verkrampfen in der Kirche devot. Ich will leben.

Ich will keine Frau die mein Verhalten diktiert. Ich will leben.

Und keinen Chef der mich tyrannisiert. Ich will leben.

Ich will offen sein, was kommt ist egal,

Es gehört doch zu mir, nenn es Schicksal.

Ich will leben, und wenn es geht, mit dir.

Ich will keine Kinder die alles tun was ich sag'. Sie sollen leben.

Meine Kinder sollen wählen, nicht nur mögen, was ich mag. Sie sollen leben.

Und keiner soll sich stören wenn sie laut schreien. Leben.

Alle sollen's hören wenn sie laut schreien. Leben, leben, leben, ...

Sie sollen offen sein und was kommt ist egal,

Denn es gehört doch zu ihrem Schicksal.

Sie sollen leben, und wenn es geht, mit mir.

33. The Drunken Sailor

Traditional

	Am	G
	What shall we do with a drunken sailor?	What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

	Am	G	Am
	What shall we do with a drunken sailor?	Ear-lye in the	mornin'?

	Am	G
	Hoo-ray, and up she rises,	Hoo-ray, and up she rises,

	Am	G	Am
	Hoo-ray, and up she rises,	Ear-lye in the	morning.

	3x
	Put him in the longboat 'till he gets sober!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	Pull out the plug and wet him all over!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	Take him and shake him and try to awake him!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	Give him a dose of salt and water!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	Shave his belly with a rusty razor!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	Put him in bed with the captain's daughter!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

	3x
	That´s what to do with a drunken sailor!

Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray...

Harp: "C"

34. Green, Green Grass Of Home

Curly Putman / Tom Jones (1966)

	C	F	C
The	old home town looks the same as I	step down from the	train,

	C	G7
	And there to meet me is my mama and	papa.

	C	C7	F	F
Down the	road I look and	there runs Mary,	hair of gold and	lips like cherries,

	C	G	G7	C	F	C
It's	good to touch the	green, green	grass of	home.

	C	C7	F
	Yes, they'll all come to	meet me,	arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly;

	C	G	G7	C	F	C
It's	good to touch the	green, green	grass of	home.

	C	F	C
The	old house is still standing, though the	paint is cracked and	dry,

	C	G7
	And there's that old oak tree that I used to	play on;

	C	C7	F
Down the	lane I walk and with	my sweet Mary,	hair of gold an lips like cherries;

	C	G	G7	C	F	C
it's	good to touch the	green, green	grass of	home.

spoken

Then I awake and look around me, at the four gray walls that surround me;

And I realize that I was only dreaming.

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre. Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak,

Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

	C	C7	F
	Yes, they'll all come to	see me in the	shade of that old oak tree;

	C	G	G7	C	F	C
As they	lay me 'neath the	green, green	grass of	home.

35. Black Magic Woman

Peter Green / Fleetwood Mac

	Em	Am	Em
	Got a black magic	woman,got a black magic	woman,

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

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

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

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

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

solo

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

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

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

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

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

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

36. Albatross Again

Peter Green, text: Evert Jan Bouman

	\|:	E	F#m	:\|

Albatross Again

Evert Jan Bouman

Albatross, on your wings sails a king,

He offers you, he offers you

A golden ring.

Your nightly halo from dusk to dawn,

Makes the face of mother earth, face of mother earth,

it makes it frown, it makes it frown.

I want to see you with your eyes,

The Ocean surface, the Ocean surface,

A paradise, a paradise.

I hear you speak and sing,

I hear you speak and sing

About a snow white angel, a snow white angel

With a coal black ring, a coal black ring.

Albatross, borrow me your wings,

Albatross, borrow me your wings.

Then my blue heart, my ocean blue heart,

hear, it sings, Lord, it sings.

Albatross, on your wings sails a king,

Albatross, on your wings sails a king,.

I see his eyes, his coal black eyes

In that golden ring, that golden ring.

Da da da...

37. Sailing

Gavin Sutherland / Rod Stewart

	C	Am	F	C
I am	sailing, I am	sailing home a	gain 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	sailing stormy	waters, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	C	Am	F	C
I am	flying, I am f	lying like a	bird 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	flying passing	high clouds, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	C	Am	F	C
Can you	hear me, can you	hear me, thru the	dark night far	away?

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	dying, forever	trying to be	with you;	who can	say?

	C	Am	F	C
Can you	hear me, can you	hear me, thru the	dark night far	away?

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	dying, forever	trying to be	with you;	who can	say?

	C	Am	F	C
We are	sailing, we are	sailing home	again 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
We are	sailing stormy	waters, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	G7	Dm	G	C
	To be	near you,	to be	free.

	G7	Dm	G	C
	To be	near you,	to be	free.

38. Wenn alle Brünnlein fließen

trad.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Wenn	alle	Brünnlein	fließen, so	muß man trin	ken.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Wenn	ich mein'n	Schatz nicht	rufen darf, tu	ich ihm win	ken.

	G7	C	G7	C
Wenn	ich mein'n Schatz nicht	rufen darf,	ju, ja,	rufen darf,

	G7	C
Tu ich ihm	wi-in-	ken.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Ja,	winken	mit den	Äugelein, und	treten auf den	Fuss.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
'S ist	eine	in der	Stube drin, die	meine werden	muß.

	G7	C	G7	C
'S ist	eine in der	Stube drin,	ju, ja,	Stube drin,

	G7	C
die meine	werden	muß.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Wa	rum sollt	sie's nicht	werden, ich	hab' sie ja so	gern.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Sie	hat zwei	blaue	Äugelein, die	leuchten wie zwei	Stern.

	G7	C	G7	C
Sie	hat zwei blaue	Äugelein,	ju, ja,	Äugelein,

	G7	C
Die leuchten	wie zwei	Stern.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Sie	hat zwei	rote	Wängelein, sind	röter als der	Wein.

	C	G7	C	F	G7
Ein	solches	Mädel	findst du nicht wohl	unterm Sonnen	schein;

	G7	C	G7	C
Ein	solches Mädel	findst du nicht,	Ju, ja,	findst du nicht,

	G7	C
Wohl unterm	Sonnen	schein.

Harp: "G"

39. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

Bob Dylan

	G

	D	G
You	must leave now, take what you need you	think will last.

	D	G
But	whatever you wish to keep you better	grab it fast!

	D	C	G
	Yonder stands your	orphan with his	gun;

	D	C	G
	Crying like a	fire in the	sun.

	B7	D
	Look out the Saints are comin'	through:

	\|:	Am	C	G	:\|
		It's all over	now, Baby	Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.

Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

The empty handed painter from your streets

Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.

This sky too, is folding under you:

It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.

All your reindeer armies, are all going home.

The lover who just walked out your door

Has taken all his blankets from the floor.

The carpet too, is moving under you:

It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

The vagabond who's rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

Strike another match, go start anew:

It's all over now, Baby Blue; It's all over now, Baby Blue.

40. Knockin' on Heaven's Door

Bob Dylan

	G		D		Am7		G		D		C

Am7

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 ...

_ Reserve _

Harp G

41. So Long, Marianne

Leonard Cohen / Songs of Leonard Cohen (1967)

	G	Am	C	G
Come	over to the window, my little	darling,	I'd like to try to read your	palm.

	F	C	Em	D	Dsus4	D
	I used to think I was some kind of	Gypsy boy,	Before I let you take me	home.

	D7	G	Em
		So long, Marianne,	it's time that we began to

Dsus4

Gsus4

Laugh

and

cry

and

cry

and

laugh a

bout it all a

gain.

Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much.

I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.