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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 | |
|: | ____ | ____ | ____ | ____:| |
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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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