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You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #------------------------------------------------------------------------------ {t:"Lost Dogs And Mixed Blessings" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. NEW TRAIN} {ci: 2. AIN'T HURTIN' NOBODY} {ci: 3. ALL THE WAY WITH YOU} {ci: 4. WE ARE THE LONELY} {ci: 5. LAKE MARIE} {ci: 6. HUMIDITY BUILT THE SNOWMAN} {ci: 7. DAY IS DONE} {ci: 8. QUIT HOLLERIN' AT ME} {ci: 9. BIG FAT LOVE} {ci:10. SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME} {ci:11. THIS LOVE IS REAL} {ci:12. LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON} {ci:13. HE FORGOT IT WAS SUNDAY} {ci:14. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS} {ci: Oh Boy Records, 1995} # # Chords and enhancements by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com) # Initial Chords: # "New Train" by pac@netcom.com (Paul Clanon) # "This Love is Real" and "Day is Done" # by klein@convex.com (Dave Klein) # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:New Train} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [D] [A] [E] [A] # [A]Full blown silence in an e[D]mpty room A former bride and a fo[A]rmer groom A folding table and a fo[E]lding chair A folded hand of p[A]oker there All new directions must go e[D]verywhere Big round people in a c[A]ool little square You can't cut it with a b[E]oat or a plane Man, it's gonna take a n[D]ew t[A]rain {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [A]('Cause) You'll be leaving on a n[D]ew train Far away from this w[A]orld of pain And when you look out your wi[E]ndow you'll see Your home, your baby, and your fa[A]mily No melted ice cubes in a pa[D]per cup Hell, you'll be happy, you'll be a[A]ll shook up The friends that greet you will be s[E]imple and plain When you step down from that n[D]ew tr[A]ain {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [E] [A] [D] [A] [E] [A] # [A]Collected volumes of hi[D]story say Man makes mistakes most ev[A]ery day The half a pound of ch[E]opped ground round Is still a burger when it g[A]oes downtown No faded photographs of yes[D]terdays Are in the books that I r[A]ead these days To fly away from that me[E]mory town You must keep both your f[A]eet on the ground {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [E] [A] # [A]I'll be leaving on a n[D]ew train Far away from this wo[A]rld of pain The friends that greet me will be si[E]mple and plain When I step down from that n[D]ew t[A]rain N[D]ew tr[A]ain N[D]ew tr[A]ain #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Ain't Hurtin' Nobody} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # [C]I'm walkin' down the street Like Lucky Larue G[F]ot my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you I ain't [C]hurtin' nobody [G] I ain't hurtin' no [C]one Th[C]ere's three hundred men In the state of Tennessee [F]They're waiting to die They won't never be free I ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] I ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne S[G]ix million seven hundred thousand And thirty-three li[F]ghts [C]on [G]You think someone could take the time To sit down and listen to the words of [F]my s[C]ong [C]At the beach in Indiana I was nine years old [F]Heard Little Richard singing "Tutti Frutti" >From the top of a telephone pole I wasn't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] I wasn't hurtin' no o[C]ne T[C]here's roosters laying chickens And chickens layin' eggs [F]Farm machinery eating People's arms and legs I ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] I ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne [G]Perfectly crafted popular hit songs never use The wr[F]ong rh[C]yme Y[G]ou'd think that waitress could get my order Right the f[F]irst t[C]ime {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] # S[C]he's sitting on the back steps Just shucking that corn [F]That gal's been grinning Since the day she was born She ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] She ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne [C]I used to live in Chicago Where the cold wind blows [F]I delivered more junk mail Than the junkyard would hold I wasn't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] I wasn't hurtin' no o[C]ne [G]You can fool some of the people part of the time In a rock and r[F]oll s[C]ong [G]Fifty million Elvis Presley Fans Can't be [F]all wr[C]ong [C]I'm walkin' down the street Like Lucky Larue [F]Got my hand in my pocket, Baby I'm thinkin' 'bout you I ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] I ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne I ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody[G] I ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne [C] [F] Hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] Hurtin' no o[C]ne [C] [F] Hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] Hurtin' no o[C]ne [C] [F] Hu[C]rtin' nobody [G] Hurtin' no o[C]ne (Fade) #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:All The Way With You} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro - recorded in key of Bb - capo on 1:} [A] [F#m] [D] [E] [A] # [A]Love Gives. [F#m]Love Takes. It t[D]akes a lot of lu[A]cky breaks [E] L[A]ucky Strikes. [F#m]Lucky stars I d[D]on't know how I g[A]ot this far [E] W[D]ho knows where it's [E]coming from Or w[A]here it's going [D]to Can I go a[E]ll the way with y[A]ou? Y[A]ou have your way. Y[F#m]ou have your doubts The [D]falling in. The f[A]alling out. [E] A b[A]ridge is built. A br[F#m]idge is burned. Till you r[D]each the point of n[A]o return [E] D[D]on't know where we're c[E]oming from Or w[A]here we're going [D]to Can I go [E]all the way with y[A]ou? H[E]eaven knows that this ain't n[D]othing [A]new G[E]od knows how much [D]I l[A]ove you [E] L[A]ove comes. L[F#m]ove goes. [D]Can I go a[E]ll the way with y[A]ou? C[D]an I go [E](tacet) all the way with y[A]ou? [A] [F#m] [D] [E] [A] # #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:We Are The Lonely} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] # D[G]own the hall upstairs from from me[C] [C7] There's [G]a girl I swear I never see[C] [C7] I h[G]ear the ringing of her phone[C] [C7] She m[G]ust live up there all alone[C] [C7] She h[G]angs her clothes out on the line[C] [C7] They're h[G]anging there right next to mine[C] [C7] And i[G]f the wind should blow just right[C] [C7] She co[G]uld be in my arms tonight[C] [C7] {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} We are the lo[F]nely - all to[G]gether All to[F]gether - we're all a[G]lone We are the lo[F]nely - all to[G]gether All t[F]ogether - we're all al[G]one {eoc:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] The ca[G]shier at the Pump & Pay[C] [C7] Knows e[G]verything's gonna be okay[C] [C7] The a[G]ll night all right Rent-A-Cop[C] [C7] Is a[G]cross the street at the Donut Shop[C] [C7] The w[G]aitress waits with Whiskey Sour[C] [C7] At the Si[G]ngle Mingle Happy Hour[C] [C7] The o[G]ne man band begins to sing[C] [C7] Acc[G]ompanied by a drum machine[C] [C7] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7] [G]White divorced swinging male[C] [C7] Seeks co[G]mpany to no avail[C] [C7] [G]Worthless ruthless toothless man[C] [C7] Wants we[G]althy woman with a plan[C] [C7] [G]SWF with a PHD[C] [C7] Seeks T[G]LC at the A&P[C] [C7] [G]GWM nice and trim[C] [C7] Seeks S[G]-E-X at the G-Y-M[C] [C7] [G]Ugly man treats girls like dirt[C] [C7] Wants b[G]uttons sewn upon his shirt[C] [C7] [G]DUI at the B-A-R[C] [C7] Seeks [G]M-A-N with C-A-R[C] [C7] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Repeat Chorus Again:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [C] [C7]Alone Alone Alone Alone.... [G]Toothy gal with breasts so large[C] [C7] Takes V[G]isa Amex Master Charge[C] [C7] Dial [G]1-900 Girls for Fun[C] [C7] You lo[G]nely little hot dog bun.[C] [C7] [G]Straight but curious thirty-three[C] [C7] Seeks sur[G]vivor of Wounded Knee.[C] [C7] [G]Farmer's nympho daughter Mose[C] [C7] [G]Want to do it till the cows come home[C] [C7] Fade... #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Lake Marie} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] # {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} We were sta[G]nding [C] [D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters [C] [D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters [C]Whoa Wah Oh [D]Wha [G]Oh [C] [D] [G] {eoc:} {ci:Play the following pattern throughout:} [G] [C] [D] [G] # Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin Border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods White babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two While the smaller and more fragile one was named Marie Having never seen white girls before And living on the two lakes known as the Twin Lakes They named the larger and more beautiful Lake Lake Elizabeth And thus the smaller lake that was hidden from the highway Became known forever as Lake Marie {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Many years later I found myself talking to this girl Who was standing there with her back turned to Lake Marie The wind was blowing especially through her hair There was four italian sausages cooking on the outdoor grill And they were ssssssssizzlin' Many years later we found ourselves in Canada Trying to save our marriage and perhaps catch a few fish Whatever came first That night she fell asleep in my arms Humming the tune to "Louie Louie' Aah baby, We gotta go now. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} The dogs were barking as the cars were parking The loan sharks were sharking the narcs were narcing Practically everyone was there In the parking lot by the forest preserve The police had found two bodies Nay, naked bodies Their faces had been horribly disfigured by some sharp object Saw it on the news The tv news in a black and white video Do you know what blood looks like in a black and white video? Shadows, Shadows that's what it looks like All the love we shared between her and me was slammed Slammed up against the banks of Old Lake Marie Marie We were sta[G]nding [C] [D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters [D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh Pe[C]aceful waters [D] St[G]anding by peaceful waters [C] [D] Aah b[G]aby, w[C]e gotta go now [D] [G] [C] [D] [G](Repeat and Fade....) # #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Humidity Built The Snowman} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] # D[A]oes he still think about h[E]er [A]Why there was never really any do[E]ubt E[A]very time he lights a can[E]dle [A]Or blows a candle o[E]ut [D]The scientific n[E]ature of the ord[A]inary m[D]an Is to [A]go on out and [E]do the best you c[A]an {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} I [D]don't think that you know That [A]I think you don't know That o[D]ld barometer goes crazy baby Every t[A]ime it starts to s[E]now [A]You won't find me walking [D]Round your part of town Humdity built the sno[A]wman Su[E]nshine brought him d[A]own [A] [E] [A] [E] {eoc:} # [A]This world is full of pe[E]ople [A]They never seem to fa[E]ll [A]Somebody said they s[E]een you [A]You hadn't changed at a[E]ll T[D]he fundamental st[E]ory Of the c[A]ontemporary m[D]an Is to w[A]alk away and so[E]meday unde[A]rstand {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] # The s[D]cientific na[E]ture of the or[A]dinary m[D]an Is [A]to go on out and [E]do the best you c[A]an {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Hum[D]dity built the sn[A]owman [E](tacet) Sunshine brought him d[A]own [A] [E] [A] [E] Brought him d[A]own [A] [E] [A] [E] Brought him do[A]wn [A] [E] (Repeat and Fade...) # #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Day is Done} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [D] [A] [D] [G] [D] [A] [D] # [G]Do you like me? Well I h[D]ope you do, Cause if y[A]ou like me, then I think I'm gonna have to l[D]ike you too. W[G]e'll sh[G]are our things, and h[D]ave some fun, Then we'll s[A]ay goodbye, and go back home when the d[D]ay is done. If y[G]ou tell me, I'll te[D]ll you too. And we'll s[A]ay the things and do the things that lo[D]vers do. We'll keep it [G]to ourselves, we won't h[D]urt no one. Then we'll s[A]ay goodbye, and go back home when the d[D]ay is done. We'll [G]carve our names, o[D]n a tree, Then we'll b[A]urn it down so no one in the wo[D]rld will see. And we[G]'ll make love, while we wa[D]tch the flame Then we'll w[A]alk away as if we never h[D]ad no shame. {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [D] [A] [D] [G] [D] [A] [D] # Now [G]we must hide, to b[D]e alone, And we c[A]an't say our sweet things on the te[D]lephone. If w[G]e can't stop, what we[D]'ve begun, We should s[A]ay goodbye and go back home when the d[D]ay is done. Do you st[G]ill like me? Well I h[D]ope you do. Cause if you st[A]ill like me then I think I'm gonna have to st[D]ill like you. We [G]shared our things, and h[D]ad some fun Now, we'll s[A]ay goodbye and go back home when the d[D]ay is done. Yeah, we'll s[A]ay goodbye and go back home while w[D]e still have one. Let's s[A]ay goodbye, and go back home now the d[D]ay is done. #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Quit Hollerin' At Me} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro:} [F#m] # [F#m]I don't want your big French Fry I don't want your car I don't want to buy no soap >From no washed-up movie star Y[Bm]ou are so much louder Than the show I wanna hear With your s[F#m]ugarless gum Gee, but I'm dumb Non-alcoholic beer It's en[Bm]ough to make a grown man Blow [E]up his own TV Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me [F#m]I heard you the first time I heard myself say Seems like the little woman Is getting bigger every day Y[Bm]ou don't have to tell the neighbors A little silence ain't no sin They[F#m] already think my name is Where in the hell you been? Lo[Bm]uder, louder, louder, louder, lo[E]uder Constantly Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me W[Bm]hoa oh whoa [E]oh S[Bm]weet Ser[F#m]enity W[Bm]hoa oh whoa [E]oh Q[Bm]uit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me [F#m]Ain't it great at the end of the day When there ain't no sound around Just me and the fence post Staring each other down [Bm]Nothing but a big bunch of nothing Driving me insane Cause there a[F#m]in't no voice that's louder Than the one inside my brain H[Bm]ey you go on Go [E]on and let me be Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me W[Bm]hoa oh whoa oh Sw[Bm]eet Ser[F#m]enity W[Bm]hoa oh whoa oh Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me [F#m] (Repeat and Fade....) # #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Big Fat Love} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro:} [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] # [A]It stated out [D] [A]When she was small [D] [A]She was premature [D] [A]She wasn't nothing at all [D] [A]Two pounds six ounces [D] [A]A little pumpkin seed [D] [A]But she got more love [D] [A]Than you ever gonna need [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] [A] [D] [A]She don't eat enough [D] [A]To keep her alive [D] [A]When she bends over [D] [A]She's a quarter to five [D] [A]Skinny little thing [D] [A]But she ain't afraid [D] [A]To dance the watusi [D] [A]On a razorblade [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] # [A]Tiny little hands [D] [A]Tiny little nose [D] [A]Tiny little footsteps [D] [A]Wherever she goes [D] [A]Little bit don't leave [D] [A]No bathtub ring [D] [A]You pull the plug [D] [A]She's down the drain [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] B[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [G] [D] {ci:Instrumental:} [E] # [A]Bigger than me [D] [A]Bigger than you [D] [A]Bigger than the hippo [D] [A]Down at the zoo [D] [A]Thin is in [D] [A]Stout is out [D] [A]Big fat love [D] [A]Is what I'm talking about [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] B[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve [D] # [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] # #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {define: E6 base-fret 1 frets 0 2 2 1 2 0} # {t:Same Thing Happened To Me} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} # {ci:Intro:} [E] [B7] [E] # M[E]oonlight shining on the back of my hand Cat Fight rattlin' the garbage can L[A]ooks like somethin' chased you up a tr[E]ee S[B7]ame thing, same thing happened to [E]me W[E]ild wind blowing down the neck of my shirt Old men sitting on a bench in the dirt Se[A]ems like another ship has gone out to s[E]ea S[B7]ame thing, same thing happened to [E]me {ci:Instrumental:} [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E] # S[E]hoe shine someone's got to tell ya the news A fine line separates a boy from the blues L[A]ooks like you could use some comp[E]any S[B7]ame thing, same thing happened to [E]me [E]Runnin', runnin' just as fast as I can Someone, someone take a hold of my hand [A]Looks like somethin' chased you up a t[E]ree [B7]Same thing, same thing happened to [E]me [B7]Same thing, same thing happened to [E]me [B7] [E] [E6] # #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:This Love Is Real} {st:(John Prine/Lee Clayton)} # {ci:Intro:} [D] # [D]I can taste your li[A]pstick in the w[D]ine, [G]I can feel your h[A]eartbeat close to m[D]ine. W[G]ith your love wrapped a[A]round me, I'm [D]sile[C]nt and st[G]ill. [C] [G] [C] [G] I [G]know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. [D]I have tasted other l[A]ips I thought were t[D]rue, I have lo[G]oked into the e[A]yes I thought were y[D]ou. Now [G]touching j[A]ust to touch, And fe[D]eling j[C]ust to f[G]eel, [C] [G] [C] [G] I [G]know that th[A]is love is r[D]eal. {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [G] [A] [D] # [Bm]Someone should tell our dreams when love is g[A]one, [Bm]While still in slumber, memories linger [A]on [Bm]Sometimes I lie awake in bed till da[A]wn, Thinking of y[G]ou, now you're g[A]one [D]Tender is the h[A]eart that sleeps in re[D]st, Te[G]nder is the h[A]ope of tende[D]rness L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G] I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G] I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. [G] [D] #---------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Leave The Lights On} {st:(John Prine/Howie Epstein/Phil Parlapiano/Joe Romersa)} # {ci:Intro:} [E] # [E]Feeling kind of boney On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating Rice-A-Roni [A]Nominated for Tony For acting like a phoney [E]Watching Twilight Zoney On my forty-two inch Sony Th[B7]is is just a long song It ain't no poem Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home. [E]It's like sitting in the kitchen When the music's really bitchin' Your nose it starts to itchin' As you count your old age pension D[A]id I forget to mention The ride that I was hitchin' To the al[E]uminum convention I had such good intentions Ke[B7]ep you cotton pickin' fingers off my song poem And le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home. Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home. Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush Your hairbrush and your comb L[E]eave the lights on till you baby gets home. Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog A chrome crowbar I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car [E] [A] [E] [B7] [A] [E] [E]Me and Billy Shakespeare Stepped out to get a root beer We sat together so near People thought we were queer Pun[A]ctuated by the big scare We joined the Air Force right there To d[E]efend our country first class Who couldn't give a rat's ass Do[B7]n't you tell me that the White House is my home Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home. Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home. Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush Your hairbrush and your comb Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog A big iron bar I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car [E]It's like kissing Greta Garbo With a mouth full of marbles [A] Like tr[E]ying to cash a paycheck In the middle of a train wreck [B7] Le[E]ave the lights on Leave the lights on [E]Like trying to get aroundo In a car made of bondo [A] Like sp[E]eaking German lingo To a dog named Dingo[B7] - Plotz!! [E]Leave the lights on Leave the lights on [E]Like a french-fried quesadilla In a franchised pizzeria [A] [E]Leave the lights on Leave the lights on [B7] A big iron bar I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:He Forgot It Was Sunday} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro - Capo on 2:} # {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|-------| B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------| G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----| D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| {eot:} [G]The motel lights were blin[C]kin' On my [D]chartreuse four-door [G]Lincoln On the dock the fish were st[C]inkin' I simply [D]didn't have a [G]care. And the old men sit 'round the cr[C]acker barrels The chi[D]ldren hum their Chri[G]stmas Carols The train tracks all run par[C]allel But they'll[D] all meet up o[G]ne day {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule Sits the [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool He's waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday {eoc:} [G]We used to tell each ot[C]her lies With our o[D]range plastic bu[G]tton eyes In a former life on a mo[C]tel chair I was Ch[D]arlie Parker's Teddy B[G]ear Yeah, me and Bird we'd s[C]tay up late I u[D]sed to watch him conte[G]mplate While his horn would sit by the wi[C]ndow and wait Till it was t[D]ime for him to b[G]low it {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|-------| B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------| G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----| D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| {eot:} [G]The only song I e[C]ver knew Was Mo[D]onlight Bay on the A[G]venue These are tales from the De[C]vil's Chin Charlie, [D]I could've been a cont[G]ender And the old men sit 'round the cr[C]acker barrels The ch[D]ildren hum their Chr[G]istmas Carols The train tracks all run par[C]allel But th[D]ey'll all meet up one d[G]ay {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} He for[Am]got that [D]it was [G]Sunday [Am] [D] [G] {ci: A short wait, please ..} {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|-------| B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------| G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----| D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| {eot:} {ci:Spoken} On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule Sits the ole Red [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool He's waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|-------| B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------| G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----| D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------| {eot:} {ci:Spoken} And the old men why there're sittin' 'round their cracker barrels And the children yeah they're out hummin' those Christmas Carols And all those ole rusty train tracks They're running parallel But they'll all meet up one day (Fade...) #---------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:I Love You So Much It Hurts} {st:(Floyd Tillman)} # {ci:Intro:} [F] [B7] [C] [A7] [D7] [G] [C] [G] # I love you [C]so much it hurts me Darlin', th[D]at's why I'm so blue I'm so afr[G]aid to go to bed at night Afraid of losing y[C]ou [G] I love you s[C]o much it hurts me And there's no[D]thing I can do I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o [G] {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [D] [G] [C] [G] # I love you s[C]o much it hurts me And there's no[D]thing I can do I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Lost Dogs And Mixed Blessings" by John Prine--} #---------------------------------------------------------------------