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1. Tonight Will be Fine
Leonard Cohen : Songs from a Room (1969)
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
2. The Guests
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Recent Songs (1979)
| Em | D | C | D |
| One by one, | the guests arrive, | the guests are coming | through. |
| Em | D | C | E |
| The open-hearted m | any, | the broken-hearted | few. |
| A | D |
And | no one knows where the | night is going |
| A | D |
And | no one knows why the | wine is flowing |
| C |
| Oh love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you |
| E7 | A |
| now - - I need you | now. |
And those who dance, begin to dance, those who weep begin | |
And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice "let all my guests come in." | |
And no one knows where the night is going | |
And no one knows why the wine is flowing | |
Oh love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you | |
And all go stumbling through that house, in lonely secrecy | |
Saying "do reveal yourself", or "why has thou forsaken me? " | |
All at once, the torches flare, the inner door flies open | |
One by one, they enter there, in every style of passion | |
And here they take their sweet repast, while house and grounds dissolve | |
And one by one the guests are cast, beyond the garden wall | |
And those who dance, begin to dance, those who weep begin | |
Those who earnestly are lost, are lost and lost again | |
One by one, the guests arrive, the guests are coming through | |
The open-hearted many, the broken-hearted few | |
3. 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 |
| | Then the world wanna know, |
| E/G/E/G | A | A | A7 |
| | | what this all a | bout |
| 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 the Johnny Concheroo, | |
I'm gonna make you girls, | |
Then the world will know, | |
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
He was born for good luck, | |
I got seven hundred dollars, | |
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
4. 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! | |
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. | |
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. | |
5. First we Take Manhattan
Leonard Cohen
| Dm | Am |
They | sentenced me to twenty years of | boredom, |
| Dm | Am |
For | trying to change the system from | within. |
| Dm | Am |
I'm | coming now I'm coming to | reward them: |
| G | F | E | Am |
| First we take Man | hattan, | then we take Ber | lin. |
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin. | |
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
| C | G | F |
I'd | really like to live beside you, | baby. | |
| C | Am |
I love your | body and your spirit and your | clothes, |
| C | Am |
But you | see that line there moving through the | station. |
| G | F | E | Am |
I | told you - I | told you - I | told you I was one of | those. |
You loved me as a loser but now you're worried that I just might win. | |
You know the way to stop me but you don't have the discipline. | |
How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin: | |
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
I don't like your fashion business, mister. I don't like these drugs that keep you thin. | |
I don't like what happened to your sister: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
I'd really like to live beside you, baby. | |
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes. | |
But you see that line there moving through the station: | |
I told you - I told you - I told you I was one of those. | |
And I thank you for those items that you sent me. The monkey and the plywood violin. | |
I practiced every night and now I'm ready: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
Remember me, I used to live for music. Remember me, I brought your groceries in. | |
It's Father's Day and everybody's wounded: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. | |
6. The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix
| |: | D | (I.) | D# | E | - - - | D | (octave) | C# | D | - - - | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | |
| 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 | | | | | |
| 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. | |
| F# | A | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E | - - - | D | D# | E |
And the | wind | cries | Mar | y | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
7. 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. | | |
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. | | |
8. Joan of Arc
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Songs of Love and Hate (1971)
| G | D |
| Now the flames they followed Joan of | Arc |
| C | G |
| As she came riding through the | dark. |
| A | D |
| No moon to keep her | armour bright, |
| A | G | D |
No | man to get her through t | his (dark and) very smoky night. | |
She said, "I'm tired of the war. | |
I want the kind of work I had before, | |
A wedding dress or something white | |
To wear upon my swollen appetite." | |
| D/A | | D | Am |
| | La | la la, la la la, la la la la la | la, |
| | | C | G | D | G |
| | La la la la la | la, la la la la la | la, | la la la la la | la. |
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, | |
You know I've watched you riding every day. | |
And something in me yearns to win | |
Such a cold and lonesome heroine. | |
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke | |
To the one beneath the smoke. | |
"Why, I'm fire," he replied | |
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride." - La la la... | |
"Then fire, make your body cold | |
I'm going to give you mine to hold," | |
Saying this she climbed inside | |
To be his one, to be his only bride. | |
And deep into his fiery heart | |
He took the dust of Joan of Arc. | |
And high above the wedding guests | |
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress. - La la la... | |
It was deep into his fiery heart | |
He took the dust of Joan of Arc. | |
And then she clearly understood: | |
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. | |
I saw her wince, I saw her cry, | |
I saw the glory in her eye. | |
Myself I long for love and light, | |
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? - La la la... | |
9. 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! |
| 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) | |
Zugabe
10. 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 | |
11. Ring of Fire
June Carter & Merle Kilgore / Johnny Cash (1963)
| Intro: | | G | | C | G | | G | | D | G | |
| | |: | / | / | / | / | | | / | / | / | / | :| |
| 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. | |
Bird on the Wire | 10 |
First we Take Manhattan | 5 |
Green, Green Grass Of Home | 7 |
Hoochie Coochie Man | 3 |
I'm A Stranger Here | 4 |
Joan of Arc | 8 |
Ring of Fire | 11 |
Rockin' All Over The World | 9 |
The Guests | 2 |
The Wind Cries Mary | 6 |
Tonight Will be Fine | 1 |
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