| CAPO ON 3rd FRET! |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Well, they | blew up th | e chicken man in | Philly last | night |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Now, they | blew up hi | s house, too |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Down on the | boardwalk th | ey're gettin' ready | for a | fight |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Gonna | see what | them racket boys can | do |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Now, there's | trouble bus | tin' in from | outta | state |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| And the | D.A. can' | t get no rel | ief |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Gonna be a | rumble | out on the | promenade |
| Em | G | C | D | |
| And the | gamblin' commi | ssion's hangin' on by the | skin of his | teeth |
| Chorus |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| Well now, | ev'ryt | hing dies, baby, | that's a | fact |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| But maybe | ev'rything th | at dies some | day comes | back |
| G | C | G | |
| Put your makeup | on, fix your | hair up | pretty |
| Em | G | C | G | |
| And | meet me t | onight in At | lantic C | ity |
| Em G C G |
| Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away |
| But I got debts that no honest man can pay |
| So I drew what I had from the Central Trust |
| And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus |
| Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact... |
| D | C | Em |
| Now our | luck may have died and our | love may be cold |
| C | D | Em | |
| But | with you | forever I'll | stay |
| C | Em | |
| We're | goin' out where the sand's | turnin' to gold |
| C | G | C | G |
| Put on | your stockin's baby, `cause | the night's | gettin' cold |
| C | G | C | G | |
| And | maybe ev'ry | thing dies, baby, | that's a | fact |
| C | G | D | C | |
| But maybe | ev'rything | that dies some | day comes | back |
| Em G C G |
| Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find |
| Down here it's just winners and losers and don't |
| get caught on the wrong side of that line |
| Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end |
| So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna |
| do a little favor for him |
| Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact... |
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| intro |
| Bm | G | A | Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Take me | now, baby, | here as I | am. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Pull me c | lose try and | underst | and. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm | |
| Des | ire is | hunger, is the | fire I | breathe. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Love is a b | anquet on | which we fe | ed. |
| G | A | D | A |
| Come on | now, try and | under | stand |
| Bm | G | A | |
| the | way I | feel when I'm in your | hand. |
| D | G | A |
| Take my | hand; come under | cover. |
| C | Bm | F# | |
| They | can't hurt you now, | can't hurt you now, | can't hurt you now. |
| chorus: |
| Chorus |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Because the | night be | longs to | lovers. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Because the | night be | longs to | lust. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Because the | night be | longs to | lovers. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| Because the | night be | longs to | us. |
| Have I doubt when I'm alone? |
| Love is a ring on the telephone. |
| Love is an angel disguised as lust, |
| here in our bed until the morning comes. |
| Come on now, try and understand |
| the way I feel under your command. |
| Take my hand as the sun descends. |
| They can't touch you now, can't touch you now, can't touch you now. |
| Repeat chorus |
| D | A | D | A | Bm | A | |
| With | love | we sleep; | with doub | t the viscio | us ci | rcle turn and turns. |
| D | A | Bm | A | D | A |
| Wit | hout y | ou I c | annot | live, fo | rgive the yearning, burning |
| G | D | G | |
| I be | lieve | in ti | me, too real to feel, |
| Bm | D | G | F# | |
| so | touch | me now, | touch me now, t | ouch me now. |
| Repeat chorus and fade |
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| E |
| Well my soul checked out missin' as I sat listenin' |
| E | C#m |
| To the hours and minutes tickin' a | way. |
| F#m | |
| Yeah, just | sittin around waitin' for my life to begin |
| F#m | A |
| While it was all just slippin' a | way |
| E | |
| Well I'm | tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come |
| E | C#m |
| For the train to come rollin' 'round the | bend |
| F#m | |
| I got a | new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose |
| F#m | A |
| A women I can call my | friend |
| CHORUS 1: |
| A | E |
| These are Better | Days, baby |
| E | A |
| Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' | through |
| A | E |
| These are Better | Days, baby |
| F#m | A | E | |
| Better | Days with a | girl like | you |
| E |
| Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss |
| E | C#m |
| It's like eatin' cavier in the | dirt |
| F#m | |
| It's a | sad funny ending when you find yourself pretending |
| F#m | A |
| To be a rich man in a poor man's | shirt |
| E | |
| Now my | ass was draggin from a passin' gypsy wagon |
| E | C#m |
| Your heart like a diamond | shown |
| F#m | |
| Tryin' | to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms |
| Get out of these hard luck bones |
| CHORUS 2: |
| A | E |
| These are Better | Days, baby |
| E | A |
| Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' | through |
| A | E |
| These are Better | Days, baby |
| A | B | E | |
| Better | Days are | shining | through |
| |
| E |
| Now a life of leisure, and a pirate's treasure |
| E | C#m |
| Don't make much for trage | dy. |
| F#m | |
| It's a | sad man, my friend, whose livin' in his own skin, |
| F#m | A |
| And can't stand the compa | ny. |
| E | |
| Every | fools got a reason to feel sorry for himself |
| E | C#m |
| And turning his heart to | stone |
| F#m | |
| Drag this | fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell |
| F#m | A |
| And I feel like I'm comin' | home! |
| CHORUS 1 |
| CHORUS 2 |
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| INTRO: A E B7 |
| A | E | |
| Well | I came by your house the other day, your | mother said you went away |
| D | |
| She said | there was nothing that I could have done |
| B7 | |
| There was | nothing nobody could say |
| A | E | |
| Now | me and you we've known each other ev | er since we were sixteen |
| D | |
| I wish | I would've known I wished I could have called you |
| B7 | A | E | D | B7 | |
| Just to | say goodbye Bobby Jean |
| Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their noise |
| We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes |
| We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen |
| Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you |
| Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean |
| D | F#m | |
| Now | we went walking in the rain | talking about the pain from the world we hid |
| D | A | E | |
| Now there | ain't nobody no where no how gonna | ever understand me the | way you did |
| Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere |
| In some bus or train traveling along |
| In some motel room there'll be a radio playing |
| And you'll hear me sing this song |
| Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between |
| And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind |
| B7 | D | E |
| But just to say I | miss you baby, good luck, good | bye, Bobby Jean |
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| G | C | |
| In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a | runaway |
| D | |
| American | dream |
| G | C | D7 | |
| At | night we ride through mansions of glory in | suicide | machines |
| C | G | |
| Sprung from cages on | highway 9 |
| Am | D | C | |
| Chrome | wheels, fuel injected and | steppin' out over the | line |
| C | G | |
| Baby, this town rips the | bones from your back |
| Am | D | |
| It's a | death trap, it's a | suicide rap |
| C | Am | |
| I wanna | get out while I'm still | young |
| C | D | G | |
| 'Cause | tramps like us, | baby we were born to | run |
| G | |
| Well, Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I wanna |
| C | D | |
| guard your dreams and | visions |
| G | |
| Just | wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims, strap your |
| C | D | |
| hands across my | engines |
| C | G | |
| And to | gether we could | break this trap |
| Am | D | C | |
| We'll | run til we drop, and | baby we'll never go | back |
| C | G | |
| Walk with me out | on the wire |
| Am | D | |
| Girl, I'm just a scared and | lonely rider |
| C | Am | |
| And I | gotta know how it | feels |
| C | D | G | |
| I wanna | know if love is wild, I | wanna know if love is | real |
| D | F | |
| Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones | scream down the |
| boulevard |
| C | |
| The girls | comb their hair in the rear view mirrors and the |
| Am | G | |
| boys try to look so | hard |
| D | F | |
| The a | musement park rises bold and stark, kids are | huddled on |
| the beach in the mist |
| C | |
| Well, I wanna | die with you Wendy on the streets tonight in |
| Am | D | |
| an | everlasting | kiss |
| G | C | |
| Well, the | highway's jammed with broken heroes on a | last |
| D | |
| chance power | drive |
| G | C | |
| Every | body's out on the run tonight, but there ain't | no place |
| D | |
| left to | hide |
| C | G | |
| To | gether we could | live with the sadness |
| Am | D | C | |
| I'll | love you with all the | maddness in my | soul |
| G | |
| Someday, baby, I | don't know when |
| Am | D | C | |
| We're gonna | get to that place that we | really wanna | go |
| C | Am | |
| And we'll walk in the | sun |
| C | D | G | |
| Til then, | tramps like us, | baby we were born to | run |
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| capo on 2nd fret |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| |: | ______ | ______ | ______ | ______:| |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I hold you in my | arms | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| As the band | plays | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| What are those words whispered | baby | ______ |
| E | Esus2 | E | |
| Just as you | turn away | _____ |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I | saw you last | night | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| Out on the edge of | town | ______ |
| Asus2 | |
| I wanna read your | mind |
| Asus4 | A | |
| To know | just what I've | got in |
| E | Esus2 | E | |
| This | new thing I've found | _____ |
| A | D | A | |
| So tell me [f#m]what I | see | _____ |
| A | D | A | |
| When I [f#m]look in your | eyes | _____ |
| A | E | |
| Is that [f#m]you | ___ | baby |
| A | E | A | |
| Or [f#m]just a [bm]brilliant dis | gui__ | __ | se |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I heard somebody call your | name | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| From underneath our wil | low ___ | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I saw something tucked in | shame | ______ |
| E | Esus2 | E | |
| Under | neath your pillow | _____ |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| Well I've | tried so hard | baby | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| But I just can't | see ___ | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| What a woman like | you ___ | ______ |
| E | Esus2 | E | |
| Is | doing with me | _____ |
| A | D | A | |
| So tell me [f#m]who I | see | _____ |
| A | D | A | |
| When I [f#m]look in your | eyes | _____ |
| A | E | |
| Is that [f#m]you | ___ | baby |
| A | E | A | |
| Or [f#m]just a [bm]brilliant dis | gui__ | __ | se |
| E | Esus4 | |
| Now | look at me baby |
| E | A | Asus2 | A |
| Struggling to do | everything right | _____ |
| D | Dsus2 | D | |
| And then it | all falls apart | _____ |
| A | Asus2 | A | |
| When | out go the lights | _____ |
| E | Esus4 | E | |
| I'm just a | lonely pilgrim | _____ |
| D | |
| I walk this | world in wealth |
| A | Asus2 | |
| I wanna know if it's | you I don't trust |
| A | E | Esus2 |
| 'Cause I damn sure | don't trust myself |
| E | A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A |
| Now you play the | loving | woman | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I'll play the faithful | man | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| But just don't look too | close | ______ |
| E | Esus2 | E | |
| Into the | palm of my hand | _____ |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | |
| We stood | at the | altar |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| The gypsy | swore our future was | right | ______ |
| Asus2 | |
| But come the wee wee | hours |
| Asus4 | A | E | Esus2 | E | |
| Well | maybe | baby the | gypsy lied | _____ |
| A | D | |
| So when you [f#m]look at | me |
| A | A | D | A | |
| You | better look [f#m]hard and look | twice | _____ |
| A | E | |
| Is that [f#m]me_ | ___ | baby |
| A | E | A | |
| Or [f#m]just a [bm]brilliant dis | gui__ | __ | se |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | |
| Tonight our bed is | cold |
| A | Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| I'm lost | in the darkness of our | love | ______ |
| Asus2 | Asus4 | A | |
| God have mercy on the | man | ______ |
| E | A | |
| Who doubts what | he's sure of | __ |
| {d:A 3 3 0 0 0 -1 3} |
| {d:Asus2 3 3 0 2 0 -1 3} |
| {d:Asus4 3 3 1 0 0 -1 3} |
| {d:D 3 0 1 0 2 3 3} |
| {d:Dsus2 3 0 1 0 0 3 3} |
| {d:E 3 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:Esus2 3 0 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:Esus4 3 3 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:bm 3 0 1 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:f#m 3 0 0 0 2 2 0} |
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| Play G during spoken part |
| Spoken: "This is for all you kids out there that hate your mom and pop |
| for forcin' you to eat everything that's on you dinner plate every night." |
| G | G | C | G | |
| Yea, | when I was a | little kid see I | never liked to ea | t |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And | Mama put things | on my plate and I'd | dump `em on her fe | et |
| G | G | C | G | |
| But | then one day she | made this soup I | ate it all in | bed |
| G | G | D | G | |
| I | asked her what she put | in it, well | this is what she | said |
| G | G | C | G | |
| Oh | chicken lips and | lizard hips and | alligator ey | es |
| G | G | D | D | |
| Yea | monkey legs and | buzzard eggs and | salimander | thighs |
| G | G | C | G | |
| Well, | rabbit ears and | camel rears and | tasty toenail p | ies |
| G | G | D | G |
| Stir `em all toge | ther and it's | Mama's Soup | Surprise. |
| G | G | C | G | |
| Well now | I went in the | bathroom and I | stood beside the si | nk |
| G | G | D | D | |
| I said I'm | feeling slightly i | ll and I'd t | hink I'd like a dr | ink |
| G | G | C | G |
| Mama said I have | just the thing, I'll | get it in a wi | nk |
| G | G | D | G | |
| It's | full of lots of | protein and | vitamins, I | think |
| G | G | C | G | |
| It was | chicken lips and | lizard hips and | alligator ey | es |
| G | G | D | D | |
| Yea | monkey legs and | buzzard eggs and | salimander | thighs |
| G | G | C | G |
| Rabbit ears and | camel rears and | tasty toenail p | ies |
| G | G | D | G |
| Stir `em all toge | ther and it's | Mama's Soup | Surprise. |
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| INTRO: G C G C G |
| G | C | |
| Well they're still racing out at the | Trestles |
| G | C | |
| But that blood | it never burned in her | veins |
| G | C | |
| Now I hear | she's got a house up in F | airview |
| G | C | |
| And a style | she's trying to maint | ain |
| G | C | G | Em | |
| Well if | she wants to see | me |
| G | C | |
| You can | tell her that | I'm easily found |
| G | C | G | Em | |
| Tell her there's | a spot out `neath | Abram's | Bridge |
| D | Dm7 | C | D | |
| Tell her | there's a darkness on the | edge of | town |
| C | G | C | |
| There's a darkness on the | ed | ge of | town |
| G | C | |
| Everybody's got a se | cret Sonny |
| G | C | |
| Some | thing that they just can't face |
| G | C | |
| Some folks spend | their whole lives trying to keep | it |
| G | C | |
| They carry it | with them every step that they take |
| G | C | G | Em | |
| Till | some day | they just cut it | loose |
| G | C | G | Em | |
| Cut it | loose or let | it drag `em dow | n |
| G | C | |
| Where no one | asks any | questions |
| G | Em | |
| Or looks too | long in | your face |
| D | Dm7 | C | D | |
| In the darkness on the | edge of | town |
| C | G | C | |
| There's a darkness on the | ed | ge of | town |
| Some folks are born into a good life |
| Other folks get it anyway anyhow |
| I lost my money and I lost my wife |
| Them things don't seem to matter much to me now |
| Tonight I'll be on that hill `cause I can't stop |
| I'll be on that hill with everything I got |
| Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost |
| I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost |
| For wanting things that can only be found |
| In the darkness on the edge of town |
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| G | |
| We're driving in my | car, I turn on the radio. |
| Am | G | |
| I'm pulling you | close, you just say | no. |
| Am | Em | |
| You say you don't | like it, but you know you're a | liar. |
| C | D | G | |
| 'Cause when we | kiss, | ooh, | fire. |
| G | |
| Late at | night, I'm taking you home. |
| Am | G | |
| I say I want to | stay, you say you want to be | alone. |
| Am | Em | |
| You say you don't | love me, but you can't hide your | desire. |
| C | D | G | |
| 'Cause when we | kiss, | ooh, | fire. |
| C | G | |
| You've had a | hold on me right | from the start, |
| D | G | |
| A | grip so tight I couldn't | tear it apart. |
| C | G | |
| My | nerves' all jumping, acting | like a fool, |
| A7 | D | |
| Well your | kisses they burn, but your | heart stays cool. |
| G | |
| Oh Romeo and Juli- | et, Sampson and Delilah, |
| Am | G | |
| Baby you can | bet, their love they didn't | deny. |
| Am | Em | |
| Your words say | split, but your words they | lie. |
| C | D | G | |
| 'Cause when we | kiss, | ooh, | fire. |
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| INTRO: A / D A D / G D A / D A D / G A... |
| A | D | A | D |
| I had a friend was a big b | aseball player | back in high sc | hool |
| A | D | A | D |
| He could throw that s | peed ball by you, m | ake you look like a f | ool boy |
| E | D |
| Saw him the other night at this roadside bar, I was walkin' | in he was |
| E | D | |
| walkin' out. We went bac | k inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but al | l he |
| E | |
| kept talkin' abo | ut |
| A | D | A | |
| Glory D | ays, well they'll p | ass you by, Glory D | ays, in |
| D | A | E | |
| the wink of a yo | ung girls eye Glory Day | s, Glory Days | . |
| BRIDGE: E / A E E / A E D / G D E |
| Additional lyrics |
| There's a girl that lives block back in school she could turn all the boy's heads |
| Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put' her kids to bed |
| Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now |
| We just sit around talking about the old times she says when she feels like crying |
| she stars laughing thinking about |
| Glory days ... |
| Think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm going to drink til I get my fill |
| And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it, but I probably will |
| Yeah just sitting back trying to racapture a little of the glory of |
| But time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister |
| but boring stories of |
| Glory days ... |
| All right boys keep it rocking now |
| We gonna go home now |
| Let's go |
| Glory days ... |
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| G* = G w/suspended A |
| A | G* | D |
| You and me we | were the pre | tenders |
| A | G* | D |
| We let it all | slip a | way |
| A | G* | D |
| In the end what you | don't sur | render |
| G | A |
| Well the world just strips a | way |
| A | G* | D |
| Girl, ain't no kindness in the | face of | strangers |
| A | G* | D |
| Ain't gonna find no | miracles | here |
| A | G* | D |
| Well you can wait on your | blesses my | darling |
| G | A |
| I got a deal for you right | here |
| G | D |
| I ain't looking for | praise or pity |
| G | D | G |
| I ain't coming 'round | searching for a | crutch |
| G | D |
| I just want | someone to talk to |
| G | A |
| And a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | A |
| Just a little of that Human | Touch |
| A | G* | D |
| Ain't no mercy on the | streets of | this town |
| A | G* | D |
| Ain't no bread from | Heavenly | skies |
| A | G* | D |
| Ain't nobody drawing | wine from | this blood |
| G | A |
| It's just you and me to | night |
| G | D |
| Tell me, in a | world without pity |
| G | D | G |
| Do you think what I'm | askin's too | much |
| G | D |
| I just want something | to hold on to |
| G | A |
| And a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | A |
| Just a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | D | A | |
| Oh girl that | feeling of | safety that you | prize |
| Em | |
| Well it | comes at a hard hard price |
| G | D | A | |
| You can't | shut off the | risk and the | pain |
| Em | |
| Without | losing the love that remains |
| G | |
| We're all riders on this | train |
| A | G* | D |
| So you've been broken | and you've | been hurt |
| A | G* | D |
| Show me some | body who | ain't |
| A | G* | D |
| Yeah, I know I ain't | nobody's | bargain |
| G | A |
| But, hell, a little touch up and a little | paint... |
| G | D |
| You might need something | to hold on to |
| G | D | G |
| When all the answers, | they don't amount to | much |
| G | D |
| Somebody that | you could just to talk to |
| G | A |
| And a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | D |
| Baby, in a | world without pity |
| G | D | G |
| Do you think what I'm | askin's too mu | ch |
| G | D |
| I just want to | feel you in my arms |
| G | A |
| Share a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | A |
| Feel a little of that Human | Touch |
| G | A |
| Give me a little of that Human | Touch |
| 🏠 | 11 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| Intro |
| C | Am7 | Dm7 |
| [G7sus] |
| C | Am7 |
| Got a wife and kids in | Baltimore Jack |
| Dm7 |
| I went out for a ride and [G7sus]I never went back |
| C | Am7 |
| Like a river that don't | know where it's flowing |
| Dm7 |
| I took a wrong turn and I [G7sus]just kept going |
| Chorus |
| C | Am7 |
| Everybody's got a | hungry heart |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody's got a [G7sus]hungry heart |
| C | Am7 |
| Lay down your money and you | play your part |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody's got a [G7sus]huh-uh-un-gry heart |
| C | Am7 |
| I met her in a | Kingstown bar |
| Dm7 |
| We fell in love I knew [G7sus]it had to end |
| C | Am7 |
| We took what we had and we | ripped it apart |
| Dm7 |
| Now here I am down [G7sus]in Kingstown again |
| Chorus |
| Solo |
| Eb | Cm7 | Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Eb | Cm7 | Fm7 |
| [G7sus] |
| C | Am7 |
| Everybody needs a | place to rest |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody wants to [G7sus]have a home |
| C | Am7 |
| Don't make no difference what | nobody says |
| Dm7 |
| Ain't nobody like to [G7sus]be alone |
| chorus |
| 🏠 | 12 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| Hungry Heart (from the album "The River") |
| Intro |
| C | Am7 | Dm7 |
| --- | ----- | -----[G7sus]------ |
| C | Am7 |
| Got a wife and kids in | Baltimore Jack |
| Dm7 |
| I went out for a ride and [G7sus]I never went back |
| C | Am7 |
| Like a river that don't | know where it's flowing |
| Dm7 |
| I took a wrong turn and I [G7sus]just kept going |
| Chorus |
| C | Am7 |
| Everybody's got a | hungry heart |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody's got a [G7sus]hungry heart |
| C | Am7 |
| Lay down your money and you | play your part |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody's got a [G7sus]huh-uh-un-gry heart |
| C | Am7 |
| I met her in a | Kingstown bar |
| Dm7 |
| We fell in love I knew [G7sus]it had to end |
| C | Am7 |
| We took what we had and we | ripped it apart |
| Dm7 |
| Now here I am down [G7sus]in Kingstown again |
| Chorus |
| Solo |
| Eb | Cm7 | Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Eb | Cm7 | Fm7 |
| ------ | ------ | ------ | -------- | ----- | ------ | ------[G7sus]---- |
| --- |
| C | Am7 |
| Everybody needs a | place to rest |
| Dm7 |
| Everybody wants to [G7sus]have a home |
| C | Am7 |
| Don't make no difference what | nobody says |
| Dm7 |
| Ain't nobody like to [G7sus]be alone |
| chorus |
| 🏠 | 13 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| INTRO (don't play the bottom E string on Intro) |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| VERSE |
| G | G | D | D | Em | D | C | C/G | |
| Well there's a | light ? | on yonder ? | mounta | in and it's | callin' | me to sh | ine |
| G | G | D | D | Em | D | C | C/G | |
| There's a g | irl over | by the water | fountai | n and she's | asking | to be m | ine |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And ain't that | Jesus's he's | standing in the | doorwa | y |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| with a buckskin | jacket, boots and | spurs so really f | ine |
| G | G | D | D | |
| He says we n | eed you u | p in Dodge C | ity son | because there's |
| Em | D | C | |
| oh so many bad | boys tryin' to | work the same line |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | Em | D | |
| Well now if | Jesus was the s | heriff and I | was the | priest if my |
| Em | D | C | C/G |
| lady was an | heiress and my ma | ma was a th | ief oh and |
| G | D | C | Am |
| papa rode shotgun | for the Fargo | line |
| Em | D | C |
| still too many | bad boys tryin' to | work the same line |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| VERSE |
| G | G | D | D | |
| Now o | ld sweet Virgin | Mary she runs the | Holy Grail Sal | oon |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| Where for a | nickel they'll give you | whiskey and a | personally blessed b | alloon |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And the | holy ghost he's the | host with the most he | runs the berlesque show |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| Where they let | in for free but ooh | hit you for your | soul when you | go |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And | Mary serves mass on | Sunday and then she | sells her body on | Monday |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| To the | bootlegger who will | pay the highest | price |
| G | G | D | D | |
| Well | he don't know he got | stuck with the | losin' Mary s | tone |
| Em | D | C | |
| Junkie what's more she's a | boozer She's | only been made once or twice |
| by some kind of magic |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G | G | D | D | |
| Well things | ain't been sane in | heaven ever since big bad | Bobby came to t | own |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| He's been | known to down e | leven and then | ask for another ro | und |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And | me I got | scabs on my knees from | kneelin' way to l | ong |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| You | got to take a stand, be a | man | up where you b | elong |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And for | get about the | old friends | in the old t | imes |
| Em | D | C | |
| But there's | just too many | new boys trying to | work the same line. |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | Em | D | |
| Well now if | Jesus was the s | heriff and I | was the | priest if my |
| Em | D | C | C/G |
| lady was an | heiress and my ma | ma was a th | ief oh and |
| G | D | C | Am |
| papa rode shotgun | for the Fargo | line |
| Em | D | C |
| still too many | bad boys tryin' to | work the same line |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| G/B | C/G | G | C/G |
| VERSE |
| G | G | D | D | Em | D | C | C/G | |
| Well there's a | light ? | on yonder ? | mounta | in and it's | callin' | me to sh | ine |
| G | G | D | D | Em | D | C | C/G | |
| There's a g | irl over | by the water | fountai | n and she's | asking | to be m | ine |
| G | G | D | D | |
| And | Jesus's he's | standing in the | doorwa | y |
| Em | D | C | C/G | |
| with 6 guns d | rawn | ready to f | an |
| G | G | D | D | |
| He says we n | eed you u | p in Dodge C | ity son |
| Em | D | C | |
| I'm a | lready over | due in Che | yane |
| 🏠 | 14 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| (from the album "Born in the USA") |
| INTRO: (repeat once) E E E E C#m7 C#m7 C#m7 |
| E |
| Hey little girl is your daddy home |
| A | |
| Did he go away and leave you all alone |
| C#m7 | A | B | E | |
| I got a bad de | sire | Ohhhhhhh | hh, I'm on | fire |
| E |
| Tell me now baby is he good to you |
| A | |
| Can he do to you the things that I do |
| C#m7 | A | B | E | |
| I can take you | higher | Ohhhhhhhh | hh, I'm on | fire |
| Repeat intro |
| A | |
| Sometimes it's like | someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a |
| E | C#m7 |
| six-inch valley through the | middle of my soul |
| E |
| At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a |
| Freight train running through the middle of my head |
| A | C#m7 | A | B | E | |
| Only you | can cool my | desire | Ohhhhhhh | hh, I'm on | fire |
| Repeat twice |
| 🏠 | 15 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| Capo at 3 |
| D | Bm | D | G | A | D | Bm | G | A |
| D | Bm |
| Here comes a lawyer, | here comes a cop |
| D | G | A |
| Here comes a wrench, | here comes a | car hop |
| D | Bm |
| Been goin' on forever, | ain't ever gonna stop |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the top |
| D | Bm | A |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Well, aim your gun son and | shoot your shot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
| / Dsus2 w/ hammer on D Dsus4 D/ Bm A / |
| / D / G A / |
| D | Bm |
| Now rich man poor man, | beggar man thief |
| D | G | A |
| Doctor, lawyer, | indian | chief |
| D | Bm |
| The ones we stop to | ask a lot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the top |
| D | Bm | A |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Well, aim your gun son and | shoot your shot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
| / D / A Bm / G / A D / |
| Singin' ohhhhhh |
| repeat |
| G | A | Bm |
| Man at the top says it's | lonely up | there |
| D | Bm | D | Bm |
| If it | is man, well, | I don' | t care |
| G | A | Bm |
| From the big white house to the | parking | lot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at th | e top |
| D | Bm |
| Here comes a banker, he | re comes a business man |
| D | G | A |
| Here comes a ki | d with a | guitar in his hand |
| D | Bm |
| Dreamin' of his reco | rd in the #1 spot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the top |
| D | Bm | A |
| Everybody wants to be the ma | n at the | top |
| D | Bm |
| Well, aim your gun son and | shoot your shot |
| G | A | D |
| Everybody wants to be the | man at the | top |
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| D | G | D | G | D | G | D | A7 | D | |
| Intro: |
| D | G | D | |
| T | here's a place out o | n the edge of | town, sir, |
| G | D | |
| Risin' above the f | actories and th | e fields |
| G | D | |
| Now, e | ver since I was a child, I can re | member |
| A7 | D | |
| That | mansion on the | hill |
| In the day you can see the children playing |
| On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel |
| Steel gates that completely surround, sir, |
| The mansion on the hill |
| At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride |
| Through the streets of a town so silent and still |
| Park on a back road along the highway side |
| Look up at that mansion on the hill |
| In the summer all the lights would shine |
| There'd be music playin', people laughin' all the time |
| Me and my sister, we'd hide out in the tall cornfields |
| Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill |
| Tonight down here in Linden Town |
| I watch the cars rushin' by, home from the mill |
| There's a beautiful full moon rising |
| Above the mansion on the hill |
| 🏠 | 17 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| INTRO |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| |:[em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______:| |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]Bobby's got a | gun that he | keeps beneath his | pillow |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]Out on the | street your | chances are | zero |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | |
| [em]Take a look around you | (come on now) |
| G | A |
| It ain't too compli | cated |
| Dsus2 | G | |
| You're messin' with [em]Murder | ______ |
| A | Dsus2 | G | A | |
| In | corpo[em]rated | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| Now you [em]check over your | shoulder | everywhere that | you go |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]Walkin' down the | street there's | eyes in every | shadow |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | |
| You better [em]take a look around you | (come on now) |
| G | A | |
| That e | quipment you got's so out | dated |
| Dsus2 | G | |
| You can't compete with [em]Murder | ______ |
| A | Dsus2 | |
| In | corpo[em]rated | ______ |
| G | A | Dsus2 | G |
| Everywhere you | look now, [em]Murder | ______ |
| A | Dsus2 | G | A | |
| In | corpo[em]rated | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| SOLO |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| |:[em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______:| |
| D | |
| So you [bm]keep a little secret down | deep inside your dresser drawer |
| D | |
| For [bm]deeling with the heat you're feelin' | out on the killin' floor |
| D | |
| No [bm]matter where you step you feel you're | never out of danger |
| C | B7 | |
| So the | comfort that you keep's a gold- | plated snub-nose thirty-two |
| I heard that you |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| You got a [em]job down | town, | man that leaves your | head cold |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]Everywhere you | look live | ain't got | no soul |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | |
| That a[em]partment you live in feels like it's | just a place to hide |
| G | A | |
| When you're | walkin' down the street you won't meet | no one eye to eye |
| Dsus2 | |
| The [em]cops reported you as just an | other homicide |
| G | B7 | |
| But I can | tell that you were just frus | trated |
| Dsus2 | |
| From living with Murder Incorporated [em]______ | ______ |
| G | A | Dsus2 | G |
| Everywhere you | look now, [em]Murder | ______ |
| A | Dsus2 | G | A | |
| In | corpo[em]rated | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | Dsus2 | G | A | |
| [em]Murder | ______ | In | corpo[em]rated | ______ | ______ | ______ |
| Dsus2 | G | A | |
| |:[em]______ | ______ | ______ | ______:| |
| {d:A 1 0 2 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:B7 1 2 0 2 1 2 -1} |
| {d:C 1 0 1 0 2 3 3} |
| {d:D 1 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:Dsus2 1 0 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:G 1 3 0 0 0 2 3} |
| {d:bm 1 2 2 3 4 4 2} |
| {d:em 1 0 0 0 2 2 0} |
| transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann |
| based on a transcription by Antti Kauppinen |
| 🏠 | 18 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| INTRO: E/A A E/A A D A E Esus E Esus E A D |
| E/A | A | E/A | A | D | A | E | |
| I was | eight | years | old | and | runni | ng wit | h a dime in my hand |
| Esus | E | Esus | E | A | D | |
| Into the | bus s | top to pick | up a | paper | fo | r my old man |
| E/A | A | E/A | A | D | A | E | |
| I'd | sit on | his la | p in | that bi | g old Buick | and steer as w | e drove through town |
| Esus | E | Esus | E | A | D | |
| He'd | tousl | e my hair and | say s | on take a | goo | d look around |
| A | E/A | A | D | A | E | |
| This is | you | r ho | metown, th | is is | you | r hometown |
| Esus | E | Esus | E | A | D | E/A | A | |
| This is | your | hometown, | this | is your ho | metown |
| In `65 tension was running high at my high school |
| There was a lot of fights between the black and white |
| There was nothing you could do |
| Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun |
| Words were passed in a shotgun blast |
| Troubled times had come to my hometown |
| My hometown, my hometown, my hometown |
| F#m | E/A | A | E/A | A | |
| Now | Main Stree | t's | whitewashed | windo | ws and vacant stores |
| F#m | E/A | A | E/A | A | |
| Seems | like there | ain't | nob | ody w | ants to come down here no more |
| D | E/A | A | E/A | A | |
| They're | closing dow | n the text | ile mill ac | ross | the railroad tracks |
| D | A | E | |
| Foreman | says the | se jobs | are going boys and they ain't coming back to |
| Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown |
| Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out |
| Packing up our bags maybe heading south |
| I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now |
| Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around |
| This is your hometown |
| 🏠 | 19 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| Key: F |
| Intro: | F | C | Bb | Bb | F | C | Bb | Bb | |
| Verse 1: |
| F | C | |
| Well, we | busted out of class, had to get | away from the fools |
| Bb | F | C | |
| We learned | more from a 3 minute record, baby, than we | ever learned in | school |
| F | |
| Ton | ight I hear that neighbourhood drummer sound |
| C | |
| I can | feel my heart begin to pound |
| Bb | |
| You say | you're tired and you just want to close your eyes |
| F | C | |
| And | follow your dreams | down |
| Chorus: |
| F | C | Bb | F | |
| Well, we | made a | promise, swore we'd | always re | member |
| Bb | C | F | |
| No re | treat, baby, | no sur | render |
| F | C | Bb | F | |
| Like | soldiers on a | winter's night with a | vow to de | fend |
| Bb | C | F | |
| No re | treat, baby, | no sur | render |
| Verse 2: |
| Well now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold |
| We swore blood brothers against the wind, I'm ready to grow young again |
| And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yard |
| Maybe we'll find someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars |
| Chorus |
| Bridge: |
| F | C |
| Lay lay lay lay lay lay, | lay lay lay lay lay lay |
| F | C | Bb |
| Lay lay lay lay lay lay, | lay lay lay lay lay lay |
| F | C |
| Lay lay lay lay lay lay, | lay lay lay lay lay lay |
| F | C | Bb |
| Lay lay lay lay lay lay, | lay lay lay lay lay lay |
| Verse 3: |
| Well on the streets tonight, the light's growing dim |
| The walls of my room are closing in |
| There's a war outside still raging, you say it ain't ours anymore to win, |
| I want to sleep beneath the peaceful skies in my lover's bed |
| With that wild open country in our eyes and those romantic dreams in my head |
| Chorus |
| 🏠 | 20 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| capo on 3rd fret |
| INTRO |
| Bb6 |
| ______[F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______ |
| Bb6 |
| Woke up this morning the house was cold |
| [F2/A] Checked the furnace she wasn't burnin' |
| [gm7] Went out and hopped in my old Ford |
| [F2/A] Hit the engine but she ain't turnin' |
| Bb6 |
| We've given each other some hard lessons lately |
| [F2/A] But we ain't learnin' |
| Bb6 | |
| We're[gm7] the same sad [F2/A]story that's a | fact |
| C4 | Bb6 | |
| One step | up and two steps | back [F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______ |
| Bb6 | |
| Bird on a | wire outside my motel room |
| [F2/A] But he ain't singin' |
| [gm7] Girl in white outside a church in June |
| [F2/A] But the church bells they ain't ringing |
| Bb6 |
| I'm sittin' here in this bar tonight |
| [F2/A] But all I'm thinkin' is |
| Bb6 | |
| [gm7] I'm the same old [F2/A]story same old | act |
| C4 | Bb6 | |
| One step | up and two steps | back [F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______ |
| Bb6 |
| It's the same thing night on night |
| [F2/A] Who's wrong baby who's right |
| [gm7] Another fight and I slam the door on |
| [F2/A] Another battle in our dirty little war |
| Bb6 |
| When I look at myself I don't see |
| [F2/A] The man I wanted to be |
| Bb6 | |
| [gm7] Somewhere along the [F2/A]line I slipped off | track |
| C4 | Bb6 | |
| I'm caught movin' one step | up and two steps | back [F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______ |
| Bb6 |
| There's a girl across the bar |
| I[F2/A] get the message she's sending |
| [gm7] Mmm she ain't lookin' too married |
| [F2/A] And me well honey I'm pretending |
| Bb6 |
| Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms |
| [F2/A] The music was never-ending |
| Bb6 | |
| We [gm7]danced as the evening [F2/A]sky faded to | black |
| C4 | Bb6 | |
| One step | up and two steps | back [F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______ |
| FADE OUT |
| Bb6 | |
| |: | ______[F2/A]______[gm7]______[F2/A]______:| |
| 🏠 | 21 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| capo on 2nd fret |
| INTRO |
| B | A | |
| [c#m]________[f#m]________ | ________ | ________ |
| Do you still [c#m]say your prayers little darlin' do you [f#m]go to bed at night |
| B | A |
| Prayin' that tomorrow every | thing will be alright |
| Well to[c#m]morrow's fall in number in [f#m]number one by one |
| B | A | |
| You | wake up and you're dying you don't | even know what from |
| E | B | |
| They shot you | point blank you been | shot in the [c#m]back |
| B | A | |
| Baby | point blank you been | fooled this time that's a fact |
| E | B | B | |
| Yea | point blank | right between the [c#m]eyes baby | point blank[c#m] |
| You grew up where young girls they grow up fast |
| You [f#m]left behind what you asked |
| B |
| What they asked baby wasn't right |
| A | |
| you | didn't have to live that life |
| Well [c#m]you're gonna be my Juliet |
| These [f#m]days wait on that welfare check |
| B | A | |
| and on | all the pretty things you'll never have and on | all the promises |
| E | B | |
| That always end up | point blank yea | shot between the [c#m]eyes |
| B | A | E |
| Point blank like | little white lies we tell to ease the | pain |
| B | B | |
| You're | walkin' in the [c#m]sights baby | point blank |
| A |
| one false move and baby the lights go [c#m]out |
| BREAK |
| B | A | |
| |:[c#m]________[f#m]________ | ________ | ________:| |
| [c#m]Once I dreamed we were together again [f#m]baby you and me |
| B | A | |
| Back | home in those old clubs the | way we used to be |
| We were [c#m]standin' at the bar it was hard to hear |
| The band was [f#m]playin' you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear |
| B | |
| You pulled my | jacket off as the drummer counted four |
| A | |
| You took my | hand and pulled me out on the floor |
| You just [c#m]stood there and you started dancin' slow |
| And I [f#m]swore I'd never let you go |
| B | |
| Well I | saw you last night out on the avenue |
| A | |
| Your | face was in the shadows but it was you |
| You were [c#m]standin' in the doorway out of the rain |
| You didn't [f#m]answer when I called out your name |
| B | |
| You just | turned and then you looked away |
| A | |
| like | just another stranger waitin' to get blown away |
| E | B |
| Point blank oh | right between the [c#m]eyes |
| B | A | E | |
| Baby | point blank yea | right between the pretty lies they | tell |
| B | |
| Ah you been | shot straight through the [c#m]heart |
| B | A | |
| Yea | point blank you've been | twisted up till you've become |
| E | |
| just another | part of it baby |
| B | |
| You're | walkin' in their [c#m]sights |
| B | A | E | |
| Ah | point blank yea | one false move and baby the lights go | out |
| FADE OUT |
| E | B | B | A | |
| |: | ________ | ____[c#m]____ | ________ | ________:|[c#m]__ |
| {d:B 3 0 2 2 2 0 -1} |
| {d:E 3 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:A 3 3 0 0 0 2 3} |
| {d:c#m 3 2 3 4 4 2 -1} |
| {d:f#m 3 0 0 0 2 2 -1} |
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| CHORUS |
| F(D) |
| Pony boy pony boy |
| Bb(G) | F(D) |
| Won't you be my | pony boy |
| Bb(G) | |
| Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up | whoo |
| C(A) | F(D) |
| My pony | boy |
| Ride with me ride with me |
| Bb(G) | F(D) |
| Won't you take a | ride with me |
| Bb(G) | |
| Underneath the starry | sky |
| C(A) | F(D) |
| My pony | boy |
| O'er the hills and through the trees |
| Bb(G) | F(D) |
| We'll go ridin' | you and me |
| Bb(G) | |
| Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-a | way |
| C(A) | F(D) |
| My pony | boy |
| CHORUS, BREAK |
| Down into the valley deep |
| Bb(G) | F(D) |
| 'Neath the eaves | we will sleep |
| Bb(G) | |
| Sky of dreams up a | bove |
| C(A) | F(D) |
| My pony | boy |
| 2x CHORUS |
| {d:Bb(G) 4 3 0 0 0 2 3} |
| {d:C(A) 4 0 2 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:F(D) 4 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann |
| capo on 3rd fret |
| 🏠 | 23 / 33 | ⮙ ⮛ |
| NOTE: |
| E | Esus4 | A | Asus2 |
| toggles | when noted E | toggles | when noted A |
| YODEL |
| E | A | E | B7 | E |
| ________ | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____ |
| Well brunettes are fine man |
| And blondes are fun |
| But when it comes to getting a dirty job done |
| A | |
| I'll take a | red headed woman |
| E | |
| A | red headed woman |
| B7 | |
| It takes a | red headed woman |
| E | |
| To get a dirty job | done |
| Well listen up stud |
| Your life's been wasted |
| Til you've got down on your knees and tasted |
| A | |
| A | red headed woman |
| E | |
| A | red headed woman |
| B7 | |
| It takes a | red headed woman |
| E | |
| To get a dirty job | done |
| A |
| Tight skirt, strawberry hair |
| E |
| Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there |
| A |
| Big green eyes that look like, son |
| E | B7 | E | |
| They can | see every cheap thing | that you ever | done |
| Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man |
| But you ain't lived til you've had your tires rotated |
| A | |
| By a | red headed woman |
| E | |
| A | red headed woman |
| B7 | |
| It takes a | red headed woman |
| E | |
| To get a dirty job | done |
| YODEL |
| {d:A 1 0 2 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:Asus2 1 0 0 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:B7 1 -1 0 2 1 2 -1} |
| {d:E 1 0 0 1 2 2 0} |
| {d:Esus4 1 0 0 2 2 2 0} |
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| INTRO: C F C F |
| C | F | C |
| Sandy the | fireworks are hailin' over Little | Eden tonight |
| Am | Gsus |
| Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left | stranded on this warm July |
| C | F | C | |
| Down in | town the circuit's full wit | switchblade lovers so | fast so shiny so sharp |
| Am | Gsus | |
| As the | wizards play down on Pinball Way on the | boardwalk way past dark |
| F | G | C | |
| And the | boys from the casino dance | with their shirts open like | Latin lovers on |
| Am | |
| the | shore |
| Gsus | G | F/G | G7 | |
| Chasin' | all them silly New York | girls |
| F | C | F | C | F/G | G | G7 | F | C | F | C | F |
| San | dy | the aurora | is risin' be | hind | us, | the | pier | lights our | carnival | life forev | er |
| F | C | F | C | G | Dm7 | G7 | C |
| Love me | tonight for | I | may | never see you again, hey Sandy | girl |
| Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on |
| the beach all night |
| Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white |
| And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure |
| machines |
| Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap |
| their jeans |
| And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag |
| I got on it last night and my shirt got caught |
| And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off |
| Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us |
| The pier lights our carnival life on the water |
| Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter |
| Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy |
| Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us |
| I spoke to `em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire |
| for us anymore |
| Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on |
| their Harleys they come and they go |
| And you can see `em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars |
| parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo |
| Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they |
| do |
| This boardwalk life for me is through |
| You know you ought to quit this scene too |
| Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever |
| Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever |
| Dm7 | G7 | F |
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| G | C | G | C | G |
| Well a | great black | river a | man had | found |
| C | G | C | G | |
| So he | put all his | money in a | hole in the | ground |
| C | G | D | G | |
| And sent a | big steel | arm drivin' | down down | down |
| C | D | G | |
| Now I | live on the streets of | Houston | town |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Packed up my | wife and | kids when winter | came a | long |
| C | G | C | G | |
| We | headed down | south with just | spit and a | song |
| C | G | D | G | |
| But they said | "Sorry | son it's | gone gone | gone |
| C | D | G | |
| It's | gone gone | gone it's all | gone" |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well there's | men hunkered | down by the | railroad | tracks |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Yeah that | Elkhorn | Special blowin' | my hair | back |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Tents | pitched on the | highway in the | dirty moon | light |
| C | G | D | G | |
| And I | don't know just | where I'm gonna | sleep to | night |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Parked in the | lumber | yard we're freezin' our | asses | off |
| C | G | C | G | |
| My | kids in the back | seat they got a | graveyard | cough |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well I'm | sleepin' | up in front | with my | wife |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Billy club | tappin' on the | windshield in the | middle of the | night |
| C | G | D | G | |
| Says | "Move a | long son | move a | long" |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well a | big limou | sine long | shiny and | black |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well you | don't look a | head and you | don't look | back |
| C | G | C | G | |
| How many | times can you | get up after | you been | hit? |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well I | swear if | I could | spare the | spit |
| C | G | C | G | |
| I'd | lay one | on your | shiny | chrome |
| C | G | D | G | |
| And | send you | on your | way back | home |
| C | G | C | G | |
| So if you're gonna | leave your | town where the | north wind | blow |
| C | G | C | G | |
| To | go on down where that | sweet soda | river | flow |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well you | better think | twice twice | on it | Jack |
| C | G | C | G | |
| You're better off | buyin' a | shotgun | dead off the | rack |
| C | G | C | G | |
| 'Cause there | ain't nothin' | down here | down here | friend |
| C | G | D | G | |
| Except | seeds blowin' | up the highway | in the south | wind |
| C | D | G | |
| We're movin' | on movin' | on we're movin' | on |
| {d:C 1 0 1 0 2 3 3} |
| {d:D 1 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:G 1 3 3 0 0 2 3} |
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| acoustic version 8/6/92 The Meadowlands, East Rutherford, NJ |
| from the bootleg "USA Blues" |
| [em] |
| C |
| Crazy Janey and her [em]mission man[em7] |
| D | |
| back in the alley [em]tradin' hands[em7] |
| C | |
| `Long came | Wild Billy with his [em]friend G-man[em7] |
| D | |
| duded up for Saturday [am]night |
| C |
| Billy slammed on his [em]coaster brakes[em7] |
| D | |
| said any | body wanna go on up to [em]Greasy Lake[em7] |
| C | |
| It's about a | mile down on the dark side of [em]Route 88[em7] |
| D | |
| I got a | bottle of rose let's [am]try it [am7]___[am] |
| C | |
| We'll pick | up Hazy Davy and [am]Killer Joe |
| D | Dsus | D | |
| I'll | take you all out to where the | gypsy angels go |
| Dsus | |
| Built like light |
| D | |
| And they | dance like spirits in the [em]night (all [em7]night) |
| D | |
| all | night (all night) |
| Hey [am]baby don't know what it do [em]to you[em7] |
| D | |
| Like a spirit in the [em]night (all [em7]night) all | night (all night) |
| Stand [am]up now and let it shoot [em]through you |
| C | |
| Well | Wild Billy was a [em]crazy cat[em7] |
| D | |
| he | shook some dust out of his [em]coonskin cap[em7] |
| C | |
| Cried | "Trust some of this it'll [em]show you where you're [em7]at |
| D | |
| at | least it'll help you really [am]feel it" [am7]___[am] |
| C | |
| By the | time we made it up to [em]Greasy Lake[em7] |
| D | |
| I had my | head out the window and Janey's [em]fingers in the [em7]cake |
| C | |
| I | think I really dug her I was [em]too hard to [em7]fake |
| D | |
| I said "I'm | hurt" she said "Honey let me [am]heal it" |
| C | |
| And we | danced all night to a [am]soul fairy band |
| D | Dsus | D | |
| And she | kissed me just right like only a | lonely angel can |
| Dsus | D | |
| Felt just right | just as | sweet as a |
| spirit in the [em]night (all [em7]night) |
| D | |
| All | night (all night) hey [am]baby don't know what it do [em]to you |
| D | |
| Like a spirit in the night (all [em7]night) all | night (all night) |
| Stand [am]up now and let it shoot [em]through you |
| [am]Huh huh... [em]huh |
| [am]Huh huh... [em]huh |
| C | D | |
| Now the | night grew bright the [em]stars threw [em7]light on | Billy and |
| Davy |
| [em]Dancin' in the moon[em7]light |
| C | |
| They were | down near the water in a [em]stone mud fight[em7] |
| D | |
| Killer | Joe'd passed out on the [am]lawn |
| C |
| Hazy Davy he got [em]really hurt[em7] |
| D | |
| he | crawled into the lake in just his [em]socks and a shirt[em7] |
| C |
| Me and Crazy Janey were makin' [em]love in the dirt |
| D | |
| singin' our birthday [am]songs |
| C |
| Janey said "It was [am]time we go" |
| D | Dsus | D | |
| So we | closed our eyes and said goodbye to | gypsy angel row |
| Dsus | |
| felt so right |
| D | |
| Together we | moved like spirits in the [em]night (all [em7]night) |
| D | |
| all | night (all night) |
| Oh [am]baby don't know what it do [em]to you[em7] |
| D | |
| Like a spirit in the [em]night (all [em7]night) all | night (all night) |
| Stand [am]up now and let it shoot [em]through you[em7] |
| D | |
| Like spirits in the night (all night) all | night (all night) |
| all [am]night (all night) all [em]night (all [em7]night) |
| D | |
| all night (all night) all | night (all night) |
| [am]Huh huh... [em]huh |
| {d:am 1 0 1 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:am7 1 3 1 2 2 0 0} |
| {d:C 1 0 1 0 2 3 3} |
| {d:D 1 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:Dsus 1 3 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:em 1 0 0 0 2 2 0} |
| {d:em7 1 0 3 0 2 2 0} |
| transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann |
| -- |
| _ /_ Gunnar Bittersmann |
| (_||_||_)| mailto:[email protected] |
| / http://www.cs.tu-berlin.de/~gunnar/ |
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| F | Am | F | A |
| F | |
| I was | bruised and battered I couldn't tell what I felt |
| Am | |
| I was | unrecognizable to myself |
| F | |
| saw my | reflection in a window and didn't know my own face |
| Am | |
| oh brother are you | gonna leave me wasting like this on the |
| Bb | F/A | C | Bb | F/A | C | |
| streets of Ph | iladelphia |
| (lie lie lie lah lie lie lie lah lie... ) |
| I walked the avenue 'til my legs felt like stone |
| I heard voices of friends vanished and gone |
| At night I hear the blood in my veins |
| just as black and whispery as the rain on the streets of Philadelphia |
| Bb | F/A | C | Bb | F/A |
| Bb | Dm |
| Ain't no angel gonna gr | eet me |
| Bb | F |
| It's just you and I my | friend |
| Am | Bb |
| and my clothes don't | fit me no more I walked a |
| C |
| thousand miles just to slip this skin |
| The night is falling, I'm lying awake |
| I can feel myself fading away |
| so receive me brother with your fateless kiss or |
| will we leave each other alone like this on the |
| streets of Philadelphia... |
| Bb | F/A |
| (lie lie.. | . ) |
| (repeat and fade) |
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| INTRO: (Harmonica) G C G Em C G |
| G | Em | |
| On a | rattlesnake speedway in the | Utah desert |
| C | G | |
| I | pick up my money and head back into | town |
| Em | |
| Driving cross the Waynesboro cou | nty line |
| C | G | |
| I got the | radio on and I'm just killing | time |
| Em | G |
| Working all day in my | daddy's garage |
| Em | Am |
| Driving all night chasing | some mirage |
| C | D7 |
| Pretty soon little girl I'm go | nna take charge |
| Chorus |
| G | C | G | |
| The | dogs on Main Street howl `cause they | under | stand |
| Em | C | G | |
| If I could | take one | moment into my | hands |
| C | G | |
| Mister I ain't a boy, no | I'm a | man |
| Em | C | G | |
| And | I be | lieve in a promised | land |
| I've done my best to live the right way |
| I get up every morning and go to work each day |
| But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold |
| Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode |
| Explode and tear this town apart |
| Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart |
| Find somebody itching for something to start |
| The dogs on Main Street... |
| There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor |
| I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm |
| Gonna be a twister to blow everything down |
| That ain't got the faith to stand its ground |
| Blow away the dreams that tear you apart |
| Blow away the dreams that break your heart |
| Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted |
| The dogs on Main Street... |
| G | Em | C | G | Em | C | |
| ...Promised | Land, and | I be | lieve in the Promised | Land, and | I be | lieve |
| G | |
| in the Promised | Land. |
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| F#m | A | E | D |
| I come from down the | valley where | Mister when you're | young |
| F#m | A | D | A | |
| They | bring you up to | do just l | ike your daddy | done |
| D | A | F#m | |
| Me and | Mary we met in high school When | she was just | seventeen |
| E | D | |
| We'd | ride out of the valley down to | where the fields were green. |
| Chorus |
| F#m | A | E | D | |
| We'd go | down to the | river and | into the river we'd | dive |
| F#m | A | E | D | |
| Oh | down to the | river we'd | ride. |
| F#m | A | E | D | |
| Then | I got Mary | pregnant and | man that was all she | wrote |
| F#m | A | D | A | |
| And | for my nineteenth | birthday I got a union | card and a wedding | coat |
| D | A | E | F#m |
| We went down to the courthouse and the | judge put it | all to | rest |
| E | F#m | A | D |
| No wedding day smiles, no | walk down the isles No | flowers no wedding | dress |
| Chorus |
| F#m | A | E | D | |
| I | got a job working con | struction for the | Johnstown Com | pany |
| F#m | A | D | A | |
| But | lately there ain't been | much work on ac | count of the econo | my |
| D | |
| Now | all them things that seemed so important |
| A | F#m | |
| Well mister they | vanished right into the | air |
| E | D | |
| Now I | act like I don't remember and Mary | acts like she don't care |
| F#m | A | |
| But I | remember us riding in my bro | thers car |
| E | D | |
| Her body | tan and wet down by the | reservoir |
| F#m | A | D | |
| At | night on them banks I'd | lie awake and pull her | close just to feel |
| A | |
| every | breath she'd take |
| D | A | F#m | |
| Now those | memories come back to haunt me they | haunt me like a | curse |
| E | D | |
| Is a | dream a lie if it don't come true or | is it something worse |
| F#m | |
| that sends me | down.... |
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| INTRO |
| G | C | D | G | |
| |: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
| C | D | G | |
| Hey there | mister, can you | tell me what happened to the | seeds I've |
| sown |
| C | D | G | |
| Can you give me a | reason sir | as to why they've | never grown |
| C | G | |
| They've just | blown around | from town to town |
| D | G | |
| Till they're | back out on these | fields |
| C | G |
| Where they fall | from my hand |
| D | G | |
| Back into the dirt of | this hard land |
| C | D | |
| Now me and my | sister | from Germantown |
| G | |
| We did ride |
| C | D | G | |
| We made our | bed sir | from the rock on the | mountainside |
| C | G | |
| We been | blowin' around | from town to town |
| D | G | |
| Lookin' for a place to | stand |
| C | |
| Where the sun burst | through the cloud |
| G | |
| To | fall like a circle |
| D | G | |
| Like a | circle of fire down on | this hard land |
| C | D | |
| Now even the | rain it don't come | 'round |
| G | |
| It don't come | 'round here no more |
| C | D | |
| And the only | sound at night's the | wind |
| G | |
| Slammin' the | back porch door |
| C | G | |
| It just | stirs you up like it wants to | blow you down |
| D | G | |
| Twistin' and churnin' up the | sand |
| C | G | |
| Leavin' all them scarecrows | lyin' face down |
| D | G | |
| Face down in the dirt of | this hard land |
| BREAK |
| G | C | D | G | |
| |: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
| C | G | D | G | |
| |: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
| C | |
| From a building | up on the hill |
| D | G | |
| I can | hear a tape deck blastin' | "Home on the Range" |
| C | |
| I can see them | Bar-M choppers |
| D | G |
| Sweepin' low a | cross the plains |
| C | G | |
| It's | me and you Frank we're | lookin' for lost cattle |
| D | G | |
| Our | hooves twistin' and churnin' up the | sand |
| C | G | |
| We're | ridin' in the whirlwind | searchin' for lost treasure |
| D | G | |
| Way down south of the | Rio Grande |
| C | |
| We're | ridin' 'cross that river |
| G | |
| In the | moonlight |
| D | G | |
| Up onto the banks of | this hard land |
| C | |
| Hey Frank won't ya | pack your bags |
| D | G | |
| And | meet me tonight down at | Liberty Hall |
| C | |
| Just one | kiss from you my brother |
| D | G |
| And we'll ride un | til we fall |
| C | |
| We'll | sleep in the fields |
| G | D | |
| We'll | sleep by the rivers and in the | morning |
| G | |
| We'll make a | plan |
| C | |
| Well if you can't | make it |
| G | |
| Stay hard, stay | hungry, stay alive |
| D | |
| If you | can |
| G | |
| And meet me in a dream of | this hard land |
| FADE OUT |
| G | C | D | G | |
| |: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
| C | G | D | G | |
| |: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
| {d:C 1 0 1 0 2 3 3} |
| {d:D 1 2 3 2 0 0 -1} |
| {d:G 1 3 0 0 0 2 3} |
| transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann |
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| G | C | |
| Screen door slams, M | ary's d[G-D-G]ress waves |
| Bm | C | |
| Like a vision dancing a | cross the porch as the | radio plays |
| D | G | C | |
| Roy Orbison singing for the l | onely, hey | that's me and I want you | only |
| G | D | |
| Don't turn me home again, I jus | t can't face myself al | one again |
| Don't run back inside, honey, you know just what I'm here for |
| And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that |
| young any more |
| show a little faith, there's magic in the night |
| You ain't a beauty but eh, you're alright |
| Oh and that's alright with me |
| G | D | G | C | |
| Ohh come t | ake my hand We're | ridin out tonight to c | ase the Promised Land |
| G | Bm | C | D | |
| Oh Thu | nder Road, Oh | Thunder road, Oh | Thunder Road |
| G | Bm | |
| Lyin' out there like a kil | ler in the dark |
| G | C | |
| Hey I know it's late, we c | an make it if we run |
| G | Bm | C | D | G | |
| Oh Th | under Road, sit | tight, take | hold, Thunder | Road |
| C | D | G | |
| So I | got this guitar and I lear | ned how to make it ta | lk |
| Em | C | D | |
| And my | car's out back if you're ready to take that l | ong w | alk |
| C | D | |
| From your fr | ont porch to my front s | eat |
| Bm | Em | |
| Door's | open but the ride ain't | free |
| C | Am7 | Am | |
| Well | I know you've been [C-]waiting for w | ords that I ain't s | poken |
| D | D+ | D7 | |
| Well | tonight we'll be f | ree--all the pro[D-]mises will be b | roken |
| There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away |
| They drive this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of |
| burned-out Chevrolets |
| They scream your name at night in the street |
| Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet |
| And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on |
| Until you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind so Mary climb in |
| It's a town full of losers and we're pulling out of here to win |
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| INTRO |
| F | C | Bb | F | C |
| ____ | ____ | __ | _ | ___ |
| F | |
| Well it's Saturday | night |
| C | |
| You're all dressed up in | blue |
| Bb | |
| I been watching you a | while |
| F | C | |
| Maybe you been | watching me | too |
| F | |
| So somebody ran | out |
| C | |
| Left somebody's heart in a | mess |
| Bb | |
| Well if you're looking for | love |
| F | C | F | |
| Honey I' | m tougher | than the | rest |
| Some girls they want a handsome Dan |
| C | |
| Or some good-lookin' | Joe, on their arm |
| Bb | F | C | |
| Some | girls like a sweet-talkin' | Rome | o |
| F | |
| Well 'round here | baby |
| C | |
| I learned you get what you can | get |
| Bb | |
| So if you're rough enough for | love |
| F | C | F | |
| Honey I' | m tougher | than the | rest |
| Bb | |
| The road is [dm]dark |
| F | |
| And it's a thin thin | line |
| Bb | C | F | |
| But I want you to | know I'll walk it for you | any | time |
| Bb | |
| Maybe your other [dm]boyfriends |
| F | |
| Couldn't pass the | test |
| Bb | |
| Well if you're rough and ready for | love |
| F | C | F | |
| Honey I' | m tougher | than the | rest |
| SOLO |
| F | C | Bb | F | C |
| ____ | ____ | __ | _ | ___ |
| F | C | Bb | F | C | F |
| ____ | ____ | __ | _ | _ | __ |
| Well it ain't no secret |
| C | |
| I've been around a time or | two |
| Bb | F | C | |
| Well I don't know | baby maybe you've | been around | too |
| F | |
| Well there's another | dance |
| C | |
| All you gotta do is say | yes |
| Bb | |
| And if you're rough and ready for | love |
| F | C | F | |
| Honey I' | m tougher | than the | rest |
| Bb | |
| If you're rough enough for | love |
| F | C | F | |
| Baby I' | m tougher | than the | rest |
| FADE OUT |
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| {d:F 1 1 1 2 3 3 -1} |
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