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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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  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 ... | 
 
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  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." |  | 
 
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 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 |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
 
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 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
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 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 |  |  | 
  
 
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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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