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[[INTRODUCTION]]
\nGOOD SHEPHERD \n(Traditional - Arranged by J. Kaukonen)\n\n{{{\n(Intro)\n*A G Em\n*A G Em\n\n* A G Em A\nIf you want, to get to heaven\n*A G Em\n\n* A G Em A\nOver on, the other shore\n*A G Em\n\n* A G Em A G Em \nStay out of the way of the blood-stained bandit\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*D E \nFeed my sheep.\n\n*A B#m\nOne for Paul\n\n*C#m D\nOne for Silas\n\n*A G D E\nOne for to make, my heart rejoice\n\n*A B#m C#m D\nCan't you hear my lambs a calling\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*E A\nFeed my sheep.\n\n* A G Em A\nIf you want, to get to heaven\n*A G Em\n\n* A G Em A\nOver on, the other shore\n*A G Em\n\n* A G Em A G Em \nStay out of the way of the long-tongue liar\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*E A\nFeed my sheep\n\n*A B#m\nOne for Paul\n\n*C#m d\nOne for Silas\n\n*A G D E\nOne for to make, my heart rejoice\n\n*A B#m C#m d\nCan't you hear, my lambs a calling\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*E A\nFeed my sheep.\n\n(Break)\n*A G Em\n*A G Em\n(play through solos...)\n*A G Em\n\n*A G Em\nIf you want, to get to heaven\n(chorus in round) If you want, to get to heaven\n\n*A G Em\nIf you want, to get to heaven\n(chorus in round) If you want, to get to heaven\n\n* A G Em A G Em \nStay out of the way of the gun shot devil\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*E A\nFeed my sheep.\n\n*A B#m\nOne for Paul\n\n*C#m d\nOne for Silas\n\n*A G D E\nOne for to make, my life complete\n\n*A B#m C#m d\nCan't you hear, my lambs a calling\n\n*A G\nOh good shepherd\n\n*E A\nFeed my sheep.\n\n(play to fade...)\n*A G Em\n*A G Em\n*A G Em\n}}}\n
[[INTRODUCTION]]
# [[TryToRemember]]\n# [[MaryEllenCarter]]\n# [[All_Good_Gifts]]\n# [[Yankee Lady]]\n# [[hallelujah]]\n# [[Oh Night Divine]]\n# [[The christmas song]]\n# [[Bobby McGee]]\n# [[Summertime]]\n# [[Amazing Grace]]\n\nThis is a place to place music for use in various projects.\n\nmusescore\n\ntuxguitar\n\n\n
Try to Remember\nWords & Music by Tom Jones & Harvey Schmidt\nRecorded by Ed Ames, 1965 (#73)\nFrom the Musical "The Fantasticks"\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWhen life was slow and oh, so mellow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWhen grass was green and grain was yellow;\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n DM7 GM7 C A7\nWhen you were a tender and callow fellow.\n\nD Bm Em A7 D Bm GM7 A7\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nThat no one wept except the willow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nThat dreams were kept beside your pillow;\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n DM7 GM7 C A7\nThat love was an ember about to billow.\n\nD Bm Em A7 D Bm GM7 A7\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nAlthough you know the snow will follow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWithout a hurt the heart is hollow;\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n DM7 GM7 C A7\nThe fire of September that makes us mellow.\n\n D Bm Em A7 D Bm GM7 Gdim D\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n
Hallelujah\nLeonard Cohen\n\n{{{\nG Em\nI heard there was a secret chord\nG Em\nthat David played and it pleased the Lord,\n C D G D\nBut you don't really care for music do you?\n G C D\nIt goes like this the fourth the fifth,\nEm C \nthe minor fall and the major lift\n D Bm Em\nThe baffled king composing halle lujah\n\n C Em C G-D-G\nHalle luja, Hall eluja, Halle luja, Hal leluja\n\n\n G Em\nYour fa ith was strong but you n eeded proof\n G Em\nYou sa w her bathing o n the roof\n C G\nHer be auty and the moonlight overthr ew ya\n G C D\nS he tied you to a k itchen ch air\n Em C D\nS he broke your throne, and she c ut your h air\n D Em\nAnd fr om your lips she drew the Hallel ujah\n\n C Em C G-D-G\nHalle luja, Hall eluja, Halle luja, Hal leluja\n\n G Em\nYou s ay I took the na me in vain\n G Em\nI d on't even kn ow the name\n C G\nBut i f I did, well really, what's it t o ya?\n G D\nThere's a bl aze of light in every w ord\n Em D\nIt do esn't matter which you h eard\n D Bm Em\nThe h oly or the broken Halleluj ah\n\n C Em C G-D-G\nHalle luja, Hall eluja, Halle luja, Hal leluja\n\n G Em\nI di d my best, it w asn't much\n G Em\nI co uldn't feel, so I tri ed to touch\n G\nI've told the truth, I didn't come to fo ol ya\n G D\nAnd e ven though it all went wr ong\n Em D\nI'll st and before the Lord of S ong\n D Bm Em\nWith no thing on my tongue but Hallelu jah\n\n G G\nHallel ujah, Hallelujah, Hallel ujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah\n\n}}}\n\n(from Various Positions, 1984)\n(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
[[Bitter Wind | http://we.got.net/people/benb/public_html/lyrics.html]] (R. Mosley) ["Vintage" alternate version]\n\n{{{\nA D G D\nThe tree of life is a burdensome thing\nA D G D\nTo those who live a lie\nA D G D\nA man without love is no man at all\nG D A\nBut a cold bitter wind passing by\n\n\nA D G D\nWith heart and soul torn from my breast\nA D G D\nI drift through life all alone\nA D G D\nSeeking shelter from the bitter wind\nG D A\nI drift like a shadow unknown\n\n\n\nWhy does love come and go?\n\nLike the wind, you'll never know...\n\n\n\nHear the wind blowing through the trees\n\nHear its gentle sigh\n\nA man without love is no man at all\n\nBut a cold bitter wind passing by\n\n\n\nWhy does love come and go?\n\nLike the wind, you'll never know\n\n\n\nHear the wind blowing through the trees\n\nHear its gentle sigh\n\nA man without love is no man at all\n\nBut a cold bitter wind passing by\n\nCold bitter wind passing by\n\nCold bitter wind passing by\n\nCold bitter wind passing by\n\nGoodbye...\n}}}
The Musical Cast Of Toys F/ Wendy & Lisa\nMiscellaneous\n[[The Closing Of The Year | http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMAmHrlP1lY&NR=1]]\n\n{{{\n A D\nIf i cannot bring you comfort,\n A E\nthen at least i bring you home\n A D\nfor nothing is more precious\n A E A\nthan the time we haven't sold\n\n D A \nWe all must learn from small misfortunes\n D F#m \ncount the blessings that are real\nF#m B#m F#m\nLet the bells ring out for Christmas\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\nA B#m F#m\nLet the bells ring out for Christmas\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\n\nA-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H\n\nspoken words..\n\nseargent major\n\n\n A D\nIf i cannot bring you comfort,\n A E\nthen at least i bring you home\n\n\nA F#m A\nNow all the winter bells are ringing\nA F#m A\nhear them echo through the snow\n B#m F#m A\nand the children's voices singing\n B#m E A\non the streets so far below\n\n\nA F#m A\nThis is a time to be together\nA F#m A\nand the truth is somewhere here\n B#m F#m A\nwithin our love for people\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\n\nAt the closing of the year\n\nat the closing of the year\n\nat the closing of the year\n}}}\n\n\n(instrumental)\n\n\n(The following is added in the reprise, although i do not have it complete here)\n\n\n
\nA Soalin'\n \n Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none\nYet shall we be merry, hey ho, nobody home.\nHey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none\nYet shall we be merry, hey ho, nobody home.\nHey ho, nobody home.\n\nSoal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake.\nAn apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,\nAny good thing to make us all merry,\nOne for peter, two for paul, three for him who made us all.\n\nGod bless the master of this house, and the mistress also\nAnd all the little children that round your table grow.\nThe cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door\nAnd all that dwell within your gates\nWe wish you ten times more.\n\nSoal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake.\nAn apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,\nAny good thing to make us all merry,\nOne for peter, two for paul, three for him who made us all.\n\nGo down into the cellar and see what you can find\nIf the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind\nWe hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'\nFor we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year.\n\nSoal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake.\nAn apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,\nAny good thing to make us all merry,\nOne for peter, two for paul, three for him who made us all.\n\nThe streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin.\nI have a little pocket to put a penny in.\nIf you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do.\nIf you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you.\n\nSoal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake.\nAn apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,\nAny good thing to make us all merry,\nOne for peter, two for paul, three for him who made us all.\n\nNow to the lord sing praises all you within this place,\nAnd with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace..\nThis holy tide of christmas of beauty and of grace,\nOh tidings of comfort and joy.\n
This is the Music for Renny's thing at the Salvation Army, Sunday 21 March\n\n# [[Amazing Grace]]\n# [[Lord Reign In Me]]\n# [[How Great is Our God]]\n# [[Indescribable]]\n# [[Show to the Lord]]\n# [[Holy is the Lord]]\n# [[Days of Elijah ]]\n# [[Everlasting Lord]]\n# [[Forever]]\n# [[Trading My Sorrows]]\n# [[I Can Only Imagine]]\n# [[In Christ Alone]]\n# [[Your Love is Amazing]]\n# [[I am a Friend of God]]\n# [[My Redeemer Lives]]\n# [[Sing to the King]]\n# [[Blessed e Your Name]]\n# [[Give Us Clean Hands]]\n
Oh Holy Night\n\n{{{\nA\nOh holy night!\n D A\nThe stars are brightly shining\n E A\nIt is the night of the dear Savior's birth!\nA D A \nLong lay the world in sin and error pining\n C#m G# C#m\nTill he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.\n E A\nA thrill of hope the weary world rejoices\n E A\nFor yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!\n F#m C#m\nFall on your knees\n E F#n\nOh hear the angel voices\n A E A D\nOh night divine\nD A E A\nOh night when Christ was born\nA E A D\nOh night divine\nD A E A\nOh night, Oh night divine\n\nA\nLed by the light \n D A\nof Faith serenely beaming\n E A\nWith glowing hearts by His cradle we stand\nA D A \nSo led by light of a star sweetly gleaming\n C#m G# C#m\nHere come the wise men from Orient land\n E A\nThe King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger\n E A\nIn all our trials born to be our friend\n F#m C#m\nFall on your knees\n E F#n\nOh hear the angel voices\n A E A D\nOh night divine\nD A E A\nOh night when Christ was born\nA E A D\nOh night divine\nD A E A\nOh night, Oh night divine\n\n\nTruly He taught us to love one another\n\nHis law is love and His gospel is peace\n\nChains shall He break for the slave is our brother\n\nAnd in His name all oppression shall cease\n\nSweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,\n\nLet all within us praise His holy name\n}}}
Try To Remember The Days Of September\n\n\n{{{\nA7\n Bm\n Bm7\n C\n D\n Dmaj7\n Em\n Em7\n F#m7\n Gdim\n \nGmaj7\n \n\nWords & Music by Tom Jones & Harvey Schmidt\nRecorded by Ed Ames, 1965 (#73)\nFrom the Musical "The Fantasticks"\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWhen life was slow and oh, so mellow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWhen grass was green and grain was yellow;\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nTry to remember the kind of September\n\n Dmaj7 Gmaj7 C A7\nWhen you were a tender and callow fellow.\n\nD Bm Em A7 D Bm Gmaj7 A7manage\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nThat no one wept except the willow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nThat dreams were kept beside your pillow;manage\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nTry to remember when life was so tender,\n\n Dmaj7 Gmaj7 C A7\nThat love was an ember about to billow.\n\nD Bm Em A7 D Bm Gmaj7 A7\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n\n\n\nD Bm Em A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nAlthough you know the snow will follow;\n\nD Bm Em A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n D Bm Em A7\nWithout a hurt the heart is hollow;\n\nF#m7 Bm7 Em7 A7\nDeep in December, it's nice to remember,\n\n Dmaj7 Gmaj7 C A7\nThe fire of September that makes us mellow.\n\n D Bm Em A7 D Bm Gmaj7 Gdim D\nTry to remember, and if you remember, then follow.\n\n}}}
Ave Maria\n(Franz Shubert)\n\n \n{{{\nA E F#m\nAve Maria\nD E A\nGratia plena\nF#m C#m G#\nMaria, gratia plena\nE F#m\nMaria, gratia plena\nE\nAve, ave dominus\n\nDominus tecum\nBenedicta tu in mulieribus\nEt benedictus\nEt benedictus fructus ventris\nVentris tuae, Jesus.\nAve Maria\n\n\nAve Maria\nMater Dei\nOra pro nobis peccatoribus\nOra pro nobis\nOra, ora pro nobis peccatoribus\nNunc et in hora mortis\nEt in hora mortis nostrae\nEt in hora mortis nostrae\nEt in hora mortis nostrae\nAve Maria\n}}}
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(sung to the tune of "When will they ever learn")\n{{{\nD Bm \nWhen will Tom Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A\nor does it matter?\nD Bm \nWhen will Tom Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A\nWhen home town's gone\nD Bm \nWhen will Tom Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A\nWhen Barre says enough\nG D \nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A D\nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\n\n\nD Bm \nDixie Bobbin Came and went\nG A\nNow there's Pyramid\nD Bm \nFishmens was a 5 and dime\nG A\nbut not no more.\nD Bm \nBarre had commercial base\nG A\nNow we've got empty space\nG D \nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A D\nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\n\nD Bm \nTommy owns cable TV\nG A\nMust he be what I see?\nD Bm \nFor a town named for a fight\nG A\nare we punched out?\nD Bm \nKick the homeless to the curb\nG A\nNow that takes quite a nerve\nG D\nMake certain that they're not heard\nG A D \nI'd say that's quite absurd\n\n\nD Bm \nHomelessness is tommyrot\nG A\nLeast that's what Tommy thought.\nD Bm \nWorkhouses are what we need\nG A\nTom improve the breed.\nD Bm \nWhere have all the children gone\nG A\nLet go ask Uncle Tom. \nG D \nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\nG A D\nWhen will Lauzon Clam Up?\n}}}
The christmas song\n\n{{{\na bbm c#m d\nChestnuts roasting on an open fire\na bbm F#m bbm\nJack Frost nipping at your nose,\na bbm c#m F\nYuletide carols being sung by a choir\nF Gm Dm e\nAnd folks dressed up like Eskimos\n\na bbm c#m d\nEverybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe\na bbm F#m bbm\nHelp to make the season bright\na bbm c#m D\nTiny tots with their eyes all aglow\na bbm c#m A\nWill find it hard to sleep tonight\n\nG A\nThey know that Santa's on this way\nG A\nHe's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh\nDm\nAnd every mother's child is gonna spy\nE\nTo see if reindeer really know how to fly\n\na bbm c#m d\nAnd so I'm offering this simple phrase\na bbm F#m bbm\nTo kids from one to ninety-two\na bbm c#m D\nAlthough it's been said many times, many ways:\nA D\nMerry Christmas \nA D\nMerry Christmas\nA E\nMerry Christmas\n A\nto you\n\n}}}\n
Jesse Winchester Yankee Lady written by Jesse Winchester \n{{{\nA\nI lived with the decent folks \n D A\nIn the hills of old Vermont \nA\nWhere what you do all day \n E\nDepends on what you want \n A\nAnd I took up with a woman there \nD A\nThough I was still a kid \nA\nAnd I smile like the sun \n E A\nTo think of all the loving that we did \nA\nShe rose each morning and went off to work \n D A\nAnd she kept me with her pay \nA\nI was making sweet love all night \n E A\nAnd playing this old guitar all day \nA\nAnd I got apple cider and homemade bread \n D A\nThat would make a man kneel down he would say grace \nA\nAnd clean linens on our bed \n E A\nAnd a warm feet fire place \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYankee lady just a memory \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYour memories gonna have to do for me \nA\nAn autumn walk on a old country road \n D A\nWith a million flaming trees \nA\nI was feeling a little uneasy \n E\nCause there was winter chill in the breeze \n A\nAnd she said, "Oh Jesse, look over there, \n D A\nI see birds are they are all southward bound \nA\nOh Jesse, I'm so afraid \n E A\nWe are going to lose the love that we've found \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYankee lady just a memory \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYour memories gonna have to do for me\nA\nI don't know what called to me \n D A\nBut I know that I plain had to go \nA\nI left that little old Vermont town \nE\nTo live down in sunny Mexico \nA\nAnd now when I can see myself \nD A\nAs a stranger by my birth \nA\nThe Yankee lady's old memory \n E A\nTo Remind me of my worth \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYankee lady just a memory \nD A\nYankee lady so good to me \nE A\nYour memories gonna have to do for me\n}}}\n\n>From Jesse Winchester "Jesse Winchester" \n\n
{{{\nafter_orbit\n11/05/2005 04:38:59 PM\nAfter Orbit\nver 0.3 by Pflint ((c)LGPL)\nIntro Sequence, Play chords w/o words\nD G A D C G D\nD C Em G D\nFirst there was warty, and it was found good\nD C Em G D\nThen came the Headgehog, it was understood\nD C Em G D\nThen came the Badger, so all folks would say\nD C Em G D\nThat it's free software, not gratis, libre\nD G A D\nAfter Orbit there're places to go\nC G D\nMark the Cosmanaut tells me so\nD G A D\nAfter Dapper are versions go, but\nC G D\nNow Ubuntu is ready to show\nD C Em G D\nSo why free software, you're welcome to ask\nD C Em G D\n'cause thinking hard stuff, is clearly our task\nD C Em G D\nGiven a Launchpad, a framework, a spot\nD C Em G D\nYou find your way here, and get what you got\nD G A D\nAfter Orbit there're places to go\nC G D\nMark the Cosmanaut tells me so\nD G A D\nAfter Dapper are versions go but\nC G D\nNow Ubuntu is ready to show\nD C Em G D\nSpecification, the first thing that's stood\nD C Em G D\nBranches to mainstream, if it is found good\nD C Em G D\nAll through the lauchpad, versions on the net\nD C Em G D\neven these lyrics, which are not done yet...\nD G A D\nAfter Orbit there're places to go\nC G D\nMark the Cosmanaut tells me so\nD G A D\nAfter Dapper are versions go but\nC G D\nNow Ubuntu is ready to show\nD C Em G D\nSo why even bother? Why even try?\nD C Em G D\nWhy write free software? It's cheaper to buy\nD C Em G D\nWhy jump from airplanes, or go out in space?\nD C Em G D\nBecause it's out there, it's something to face\nD G A D\nAfter Orbit there're places to go\nC G D\nMark the Cosmanaut tells me so\nD G A D\nAfter Dapper are versions go but\nC G D\nNow Ubuntu is ready to show\nD C Em G D\nNow as your singer, well I'm almost sung\nD C Em G D\nI'll get a ride out, as soon as I'm done\nD C Em G D\nFind me on x-chat or send me some mail\nD C Em G D\nsend the next version, when breezy is stale\nD G A D\nAfter Dapper there're versions you know\nC G D\nShuttleworth, steady as you go\nC G D\nShuttleworth, steady as you go\nC G D\nShuttleworth, steady as you go\n}}}
!An Irish Ballad (Rickty-Tickty-Tin)\n(By Tom Leher)\n\n{{{\nDm Gm\nAbout a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin\nDm\n... who did not have her family long\n\nNot only did she do them wrong.\n\nShe did everyone of them in.\n\nThem in. \n\nShe did every one of them in\n\n\nDm Gm\nOne morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... she drowned her father in the creek\n\nThe water tasted bad for a week\n\nAnd we had to make do with gin\n\nWith gin. \n\nWe had to make do with gin\n\n\nDm Gm\nHer mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned\n\nThe mother died with a spoon in her hand\n\nAnd her face in a hideous grin\n\nA grin. \n\nHer face in a hideous grin\n\n\nDm Gm\nShe set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... and as the smoke and flame grew higher\n\nDanced around the funeral pyre\n\nPlaying a violin\n\nO-lin. Playing a violin\n\n\nDm Gm\nShe tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... and sent him off to Davy Jones\n\nAll they ever found were the bones\n\nAnd occasional pieces of skin\n\nOf skin. \n\nOccasional pieces of skin\n\n\nDm Gm\nOne day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... she cut her baby brother in two\n\nServed him up in an Irish stew\n\nAnd invited the neighbors in\n\n-Bors in. \n\nInvited the neighbors in.\n\n\nDm Gm\nWhen at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... her little pranks she did not deny\n\nTo do so she would have to lie\n\nAnd lying she knew was a sin\n\nA sin. \n\nLying she knew was a sin\n\n\nDm Gm\nMy tragic tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin\n\n... and if you did not enjoy this song\n\nYou've yourself to blame for letting me go on\n\nYou should never have let me begin\n\nBegin. \n\nYou should never have let me begin!\n\n}}}\n
It is all about [["The Cool Green Hills Of Earth"|tcghoe]]
http://www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/org/swil/FILKS/filkbook2.html#12\n\nThe Green Hills of Earth\nWords: Robert Heinlein, Chuck Rein, and others\nMusic: Gilligan's Island theme\n\nThe arching sky is calling\nSpacemen back to their trade.\nAll hands! Stand by! Free falling!\nAnd the lights below us fade.\n\nOut ride the sons of Terra.\nFar drives the thundering jet.\nUp leaps the race of earthmen,\nOut far, and onward yet--\n\nWe pray for one last landing\nOn the globe that gave us birth;\nLet us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies\nAnd the cool green hills of Earth.\n\nWe rot in the molds of Venus.\nWe retch at her tainted breath.\nFoul are her flooded jungles,\nCrawling with unclean death.\n\nWe've tried each spinning space mote\nAnd reckoned its true worth;\nTake us back again to the homes of men\nOn the cool green hills of earth.\n\nThe harsh bright soil of Luna,\nSilent and dead as the grave,\nHolds not the souls of Earthmen\nWhose lives for Earth's they gave.\n\nThe rust-red Martian deserts,\nHer lonely wandering sands,\nAre naught but alien visions\nTo who on her surface stands.\n\nLet the sweet fresh breezes heal me,\nAs they rove around the girth\nOf our lovely mother planet\nAnd the cool green hills of Earth.\n\nThe stars that shine around us\nAre torches on the road\nEbon, extending forever,\nAnd with great peril sowed.\n\nBut we must travel onward,\nOutward, then outward again,\nExploring the uttermost reaches\nFar beyond the realm of men.\n\nMy heart turns home in longing\nAcross the voids between,\nTo know beyond the spaceship\nThe hills of Earth are green.\n\nAcross the seas of darkness,\nThe good green Earth is bright;\nOh, star that was my homeland,\nShine down on me tonight.\n\nWe pray for one last landing\nOn the globe that gave us birth;\nLet us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies\nAnd the cool green hills of Earth.
Type the text for 'scott'Some Enchanted Evening \nSo In Love \nI Get a Kick Out of You \nIt Might as Well Be Spring \nI Love Paris \nPeople \nPeople Will Say We're in Love \nSmall World \nSunrise, Sunset \nI've Got Rhythm \nDon't Rain on My Parade \nNight and Day\nr[[ickity tickity tin|Rickty-Tickty-Tin]] \nSomewhere \nAnother Op'nin', Another Show \nSomething's Coming \nThey Can't Take that Away from Me \nThis Nearly Was Mine \nI Have Dreamed \nYounger than Springtime \nIf Ever I Would Leave You \nClimb Ev'ry Mountain \nHernando's Hideaway \nHey There \nIf I Were a Rich Man \nLullaby of Broadway \nMy Favorite Things \nMy Funny Valentine \nOn The Street Where You Live \nOl' Man River \nIf I Loved You \nYou'll Never Walk Alone \nTill There Was You \nStranger in Paradise \nThey Call the Wind Maria \nThere's No Business Like Show Business \nComedy Tonight \nDo I Love You Because You're Beautiful \nEdelweiss \nFrom This Moment On \nGet Me to the Church \nThe Girl That I Marry \nI've Never Been in Love Before \nIt Only Takes a Moment \nOh,What a Beautiful Mornin' \nOld Devil Moon \nA Pretty Girl is Like A Melody \nPut On a Happy Face \nImpossible Dream \nAll I Need is the Girl \nGuys and Dolls \nPuttin' On the Ritz \n16 Going On 17 \nSteppin' Out With My Baby \nTry to Remember\nThe Tennessee Waltz\n-Beer Barrel Polka\n-Let Me Call You Sweetheart\n-O Danny Boy\n-Moon River\n-Fly Me To The Moon\n-In the Mood\n-Pennsylvania 6500\n-You Are My Sunshine\n-Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy\n-Love Me Tender\n-A Bushel and a Peck\n-Bye Bye Blackbird\nRoll out the barell\nThere is a tavern in the town\nWhere did you get that hat?\nDon't dilly dally on the way\nAny old Iron\nI've got a lovely bunch of coconuts\nQuartermasters store\nRoll me over in the clover\nAll of me\nBlue skies\nWhen you're smiling\nKnees up Mother Brown\nPennies from heaven\nTea for two\nPuttin' on the Ritz\nMoonlight Bay\nBy the light of the silvery moon\nShine on harvest moon\nSide by side\nHello Dolly\nYou are my sunshine\nShow me the way to go home\nIt's a long way to Tipperary\nPack up your troubles in your old kit bag\nI love a lassie\nOh I do like to be beside the seaside\n5 foot 2, eyes of blue\nAin't she sweet\nDeep in the heart of Texas\nWhen the saints go marching in\nComing round the mountains\nSwanee\nCamborne Hill\nCockles and mussles\nWild rover\nIrene goodnight \n Daisy Belle (Bicycle built for 2)\nI'm forever blowing bubbles\nI belong to Glasgow\nWhen Irish eyes are smiling\nDown at the old bull and bush\nTwo lovely black eyes\nShe was one of the early birds and I was one of the worms\nThe trail of the lonesome pine\nLeaning on a lamp post\nMountains of Mourne\nDanny boy\nLoch Lomond\nLamorna\nWhen you were sweet sixteen\nWill ye go lassie go\nBrother can you spare a dime\nChoo, choo, ch, boogie\nFly me to the moon\nLa vie en rose\nMy funny valentine\nGeorgia on my mind\nSummertime\nTuxedo junction\nWhat a wonderful world\nNobody knows you when you're down and out\nJambalaya\nTennessee waltz\nBeautiful dreamer\nWhen I fall in love\nBlue moon\nIt's now or never\nFools rush in\nTo hear the nightingale sing\nWild colonial boy\nEileen Oge\nBonny wee Jeanie McColl\n\n\n
A Whiter Shade of Pale\n A F#m\n We skipped the light fan- dango\n D Bm\n and turned cartwheels across the floor \n E Dbm E7\n I was feeling kind of seasick \n A F#m Dbm\n but the crowd called out for more. \n D Bm\n The room was humming harder \n E Dbm E7\n as the ceiling flew a- way . . \n A F#m Dbm\n When we called out for a- nother drink \n D Bm\n the waiter brought a tray \n E A F#m\n And so it was that later \n D Bm\n as the miller told his tale \n E Dbm\n that her face at first just ghostly \n E7 A D A E7\n turned a whiter shade of pale. \n A F#m\n She said, 'There is no reason, \n D Bm\n and the truth is plain to see.' \n E7 Dbm E7\n But I wandered through my playing cards \n A F#m Dbm\n and would not let her be . . \n D Bm\n One of sixteen vestal virgins \n E7 Dbm E7\n who were leaving for the coast \n A F#m Dbm\n and although my eyes were open \n D Bm\n they might just as well have been closed \n E A F#m\n And so it was that later \n D Bm\n as the miller told his tale \n E Dbm\n that her face at first just ghostly \n E7 A D A E7\n turned a whiter shade of pale. \n A F#m\n She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,' \n D Bm\n though in truth we were at sea \n E7 Dbm E7\n so I took her by the looking glass \n A F#m Dbm\n and forced her to a- gree. \n D Bm\n Saying, 'You must be the mermaid \n E7 Dbm E7\n who took Neptuen for a ride.' \n A F#m Dbm\n But she smiled at me so sadly \n D Bm\n that my anger straightway died. \n E A F#m\n And so it was that later \n D Bm\n as the miller told his tale \n E Dbm\n \n that her face at first just ghostly \n E7 A D A E7\n turned a whiter shade of pale. \n A F#m\n If music be the food of love \n D Bm\n then laughter is its queen \n E7 Dbm E7\n and likewise if be- hind is in front \n A F#m Dbm\n then dirt in truth is clean. \n D Bm\n My mouth by then like cardboard \n E7 Dbm E7\n \n seemed to slip straight through my head. \n\n A F#m Dbm\n So we crash-dived straightway quickly \n D Bm\n and attacked the ocean bed. \n E A F#m\n And so it was that later \n D Bm\n as the miller told his tale \n E Dbm\n that her face at first just ghostly \n E7 A D A\n turned a whiter shade of pale. \n \n\n
Type the text for 'New Tiddler'
From the Muxical Production "GODSPELL"\n\nAll Good Gifts\n{{{\nD Am C G\nWe plow the fields and scatter the good seed on the land..\n D E Gm D\nBut it is fed and watered by God's almighty hand..\n D Am C G \nHe sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain...\n F#m G Em A\nThe breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain...\nA G C A\nAll good gifts around us\nD G C F-C\nAre sent from Heaven above\n Bm F#m G F#m C A \nSo thank the Lord, oh thank the Lord for all his love...\nD Am C G\nWe thank thee then, O Father, for all things bright and good,\n D E Gm D\nThe seedtime and the harvest, our life, our health, our food,\n D Am C G \nNo gifts have we to offer for all thy love imparts\n F#m G Em A\nBut that which thou desirest, our humble thankful hearts!\nD G C A\nAll good gifts around us\nD G C F-C\nAre sent from Heaven above\n Bm F#m G F#m C A \nSo thank the Lord, oh thank the Lord for all his love...\n D G C\nI really wanna thank you Lord! \n}}}\n\n\n\n
\n[[home energy challange|http://docbox.flint.com/~flint/home_energy_challange_promo_2013.mp3]]\n\n
Type the text for 'New Tiddler'
The Lord's Prayer\n (music; pflint)\n\n D G C D D G C D \n (intro)\n D G C D\n Our Father who art in heaven,\n D G C A7 \n hallowed be thy name.\n G C\n thy Kingdom come,\n G C\n thy will be done,\n A7\n on earth as it is, as it is in heaven\n X D G C D G C A7\n and give us this day our own daily bread.\n G C G C \n and forgive us our trespasses,\n A7\n as we forgive those who trespasses against us.\n D G C D\n and Lead us not into temptation,\n D G C A7\n but deliver us from all evil.\n G C\n For thine is the kingdom,\n G C\n the power and the glory \n A7\n for ever, and ever, and ever Amen.\n D\n Amen.\n D G C D D G C D \n (finale)\n D G D
[[Source|http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/d/david_bowie/ground_control_to_major_tom_crd.htm]]\n\n{{{\nBy David Bowie\n\n\nIntro: C Em C Em\n\n\nC Em \nGround control to Major Tom Ground control to Major Tom:\nAm Am7 D7 \nTake your protein pills and put your helmet on\nC Em C \nGround control to Major Tom Commencing countdown engine's on\nAm Am7 D7\nCheck ig-nition and may God's love be with you\n\nC E7 F\nThis is ground control to Major Tom; you've really made the grade!\n Fm C F \nAnd the papers want to know whose shirts you wear, \n Fm C F\nnow it's time to leave the capsule if you dare\n\nC E7 F\nThis is Major Tom to ground con-trol, I'm stepping through the door\n Fm C F \nAnd I'm floating in the most peculiar way \n Fm C F\nand the stars look very different today\n\n\n Fmaj7 Em7 Fmaj7 Em7\nFor here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world?\nBb Am G F\nPlanet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do\n\nC F G A A\nC F G A A\nFmaj7 Em7 A C D E\n\n\n\n\n\nC E7 F\nThough I'm passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still\n Fm C F\nAnd I think my spaceship knows which way to go, \n Fm C F\nTell my wife I love her very much she knows\n\nG E7\nGround control to Major Tom: \n Am Am7\nYour circuit's dead, there's something wrong.\n D7 \nCan you hear me Major Tom? \n C\nCan you hear me Major Tom? \n G\nCan you hear me Major Tom? Can you...\n\nFmaj7 Em7 Fmaj7 Em7\nHere am I floating round my tin can, far above the moon\nBb Am G F\nPlanet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do\n\nC F G A A\nC F G A A\nF Em7 A C D E\n\nBig Sale - Get Access to JamPlay for a full year! - Learn songs via easy, step-by-step video lessons!\n\n}}}
\n\nThe Mary Ellen Carter\n\n{{{\nThe Mary Ellen Carter 4 4 Stan Rogers\nIntro: Mandolin solo (best o' luck) Submitted by Ken Lee\n kandvlee@shaw.ca\n G \nShe went down last October,\n C D G\nIn a pouring driving rain,\n Am \nThe skipper he'd been drinking and\n C D\nThe mate he felt no pain,\n G \nToo close to Three Mile Rock and\n C G\nShe was dealt her mortal blow and\n Am D\nThe Mary Ellen Carter settled low.\n G \nThere was just us five a - board her,\n C G\nWhen she finally was a - wash,\n Am \nWe worked like hell to save her,\n C D\nAll heedless of the cost, and\n G \nThe groan she gave as she went down,\n C G\nIt caused us to pro - claim,\n Am D G\nThat the Mary Ellen Carter would rise a - gain.\n\n\nBreak:\n\n G \nWell the owners wrote her off,\n C - D G\nNot a nickel would they spend,\n Am \n"She gave twenty years of service, boys,\n C D\nThen met her sorry end.\n G \nBut in - surance paid the loss to us,\n C G\nSo let her rest be-low.",\n Am\nThen they laughed at us, and,\n D\nSaid we had to go.\n\n G \nBut we talked of her all winter,\n C G\nSome days around the clock.\n Am \nShe's worth a quarter million,\n C D\nA - floating at the dock and\n G \nWith every jar that hit the bar,\n G\nWe swore we would remain and\n Am D G\nMake the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!\n\nChorus:\n\n Am - D G\nRise again, rise again,\n D C\nThat her name not be lost,\n G D\nTo the knowledge of men,\n G \nAll those who loved her best and\n C G\nWere with her 'til the end,\n Am D G\nWill make the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.\n\n\nBreak:\n\n G \nAll spring now we've been with her,\n C - D G\nOn abarge lent by a friend.\n Am \nThree dives a day in a hardhat suit, and\nC D\nTwice I've had the bends.\n G \nThank God it's only sixty feet, and\n C G\nThe currents here are slow, or\n Am \nI'd never have the strength,\n D\nTo go be low.\n G \nBut we've patched her rents, stopped her vents,\n C G\nDogged hatch, and Portholes down,\n Am \nPut cables to her, fore and aft and\nC D\nGirded her around,\n G \nTomorrow noon, we hit the air and\nC G\nThen take up the strain, and\n Am D G\nMake the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!\n\nBreak: - Chorus:\n\n G \nFor we couldn't leave her there,\n C - D G\nYou see to crumble into scale.\n Am \nShe'd saved our lives, so many times,\nC D\nLiving through the gale, and\n G \nThe laughing, drunken rats,\n C G\nWho left her to a sorry grave,\n Am D\nThey won't be laughing in another day, and\nG C G\nYou, to whom adversity, has dealt the final blow,\n Am \nWith smiling bastards lying to you,\nC D\nEverywhere you go,\n G \nTurn to, and put out all your strength,\n C G\nOf arm, and heart and brain, and\n Am D G\nLike the Mary Ellen Carter rise a gain!\n\n2nd Chorus:\n\n Am D G\nRise a gain, rise a gain,\n D C\nThough your heart, it be broken, or\nG D\nLife about to end,\n G \nNo matter what you've lost,\n C G\nBe it a home, a love, a friend,\n Am D G\nLike the Mary Ellen Carter rise a gain!\n\nRepeat 2nd Chorus, with feeling on second "Rise a - gain".\nOutro:\n\n}}}\n\n\nWords and Music by Stan Rogers.\nCopyright Fogarty's Cove Music\n\n
{{{\nHappy May Day John Howe\nWords by Paul Flint, Melody "Bobbie McGee" (regrets to Kris Kristofferson)\nG D\nFired after 18 years of working for the state, for letting someone use his state cell phone\n\nD G\nJohn has lived a saintly life helping folks find work, yet DHR investigates to his bones.\n\nG C\nManagement are cannibals accountable to none, playing all these bad political games.\n\nC D\nWorkers try to do their jobs despite the tattle-tales and investigators ruining their names.\n\nG D\nI can now assure John, he'll never work again finding jobs for citizens in need\n\nD G\nThey will take his pension earned in all these years of work, what a terrible turn-about in deed.\n\nG C\nJohn will take the place of those he helped to find a job his autumn years privation and regret.\n\nC G D G\nBut John will rise above this poverty and awful shame, 'cause there's some saintliness still in him yet.\n\nG D\nI am another working man now looking for a job, been treated just the same by DOL\n\nD G\nCanned from state at fifty-nine, resume in hand, regrettably with no prospects at all...\n\nG D\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for John\n\nD G\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for John\n\nG D\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for John\n\nD G\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for John\n\nG D\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for brother John\n\nD G\nLa-di-da-, La-di-da- La-di-da-di-da-help me get some Justice for John Howe\n\n}}}
'1 June 2014'\n\n"Try to remember"\nFrom: The Fantasticks\nWords by tom jones; music by Harvey Schmidt.\n\n[[Not much to say about this, except that I should probably dedicate it to the lives lost\nin the Sept. 11 attacks, because these words really sound like they go with that day.\nTo get the timing down, i can send you a copy of the song, and you really might want the song\n(hint hint), because it's and easier one that you can play & sing at the same time.\nAnd because it's a waltz, i may have spaced some words differently, so be expecting it. God bless!|http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/f/fantasticks/try_to_remember_the_kind_of_september_crd.htm]]\n\n{{{\n G Em Am7 D7sus4\nTry to re-mem-ber the kind of Sep-tem-ber\nD7 Gmaj7 Em7 Am7 D7\nWhen life was slow and oh, so mellow.\n G Em Am7 D7sus4\nTry to re-mem-ber the kind of Sep-tem-ber\n D7 Gmaj7 Em7 Am7 D7\nWhen grass was green and grain was yellow.\nBm7 Em7 Am7 D7\nTry to re-mem-ber the kind of Sep-tem-ber\n Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 D7\nWhen you were a tender and callow fellow.\nG Em\nTry to re-mem-ber and\nAm7 D7sus4\nif you re-mem-ber,\nD7 G\nThen follow\n(echo)\n Baug\n(rest) follow follow\nCmaj7\nfollow, follow, follow\n F7\nfollow, follow follow,\n\nRepeat to verse 2, then 3, then instead of the final F7 "follow," use a G.\n\nLyrics:\n\nVerse 1\nTry to remember the kind of September\nWhen life was slow and, oh, so mellow.\nTry to remember the kind of September\nWhen grass was green and grain was yellow.\nTry to remember the kind of September when\nyou were a tender and callow fellow.\nTry to remember, and\nif you remember\nThen follow (echo)\nFollow follow\nFollow follow follow\nfollow follow follow\n\nVerse 2\nTry to remember when life was so tender\nThat no one wept except the willow\nTry to remember when life was so tender\nthat dreams were kept beside your pillow\nTry to remember when life was so tender that\nlove was and ember about to billow\nTry to remember, and\nif you remember Then follow (echo)\nFollow follow etc.\n\nVerse 3\nDeep in December it's nice to remember,\nAlthough you know the snow will follow.\nDeep in December it's nice to remember\nWithout a hurt, the heart is hollow.\nDeep in december it's nice to remember the\nfire of September that made us mellow.\nDeep in December our hearts should remember,\nAnd follow (echo)\nfollow follow etc.\n}}}
{{{\nG C\nBusted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train\n\nAnd I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans\n\nBobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained\n\nIt rode us all the way to New Orleans\n\nI pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna\n\nI was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah\n\nWindshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine\n\nWe sang every song that driver knew\n\nFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose\n\nNothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no\n\nAnd, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues\n\nYou know, feelin' good was good enough for me\n\nGood enough for me and my Bobby McGhee\n\n\nFrom the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun\n\nThere Bobby shared the secrets of my soul\n\nThrough all kinds of weather, through everything we done\n\nYeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold\n\nA D\nOne day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away\n\nHe's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it\n\nBut, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday\n\nTo be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine\n\nA D\nFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose\nA D\nNothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah\nA D\nBut, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues\nA D\nHey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm\nE\nGood enough for me and my Bobby McGhee\n\nLa da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da da\nBobby McGhee, yeah\n\nLa da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da\nBobby McGhee, yeah\n\nOne day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away\nHe's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it\nBut, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday\nTo be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine\n\nFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose\nNothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah\nBut, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues\nHey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm\nGood enough for me and my Bobby McGhee\n\nLa da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da da\nBobby McGhee, yeah\n\nLa da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da\nBobby McGhee, yeah\n\nLa da La la da da la da da la da da\nLa da da da da da da da da\n\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la\nHey, my Bobby\nOh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah\n\nWell, I call him my lover, call him my man\nI said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon\nHey now, Bobby now\nHey now, Bobby McGhee, yeah\n\nWoo\nLa da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la\nHey, hey, hey Bobby McGhee, yeah\nLa da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la\nHey, hey, hey, Bobby McGhee, yeah\n}}}
\n\nSummertime and the livin' is easy\nFish are jumpin' and the cotton is high\nYour daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'\nSo hush, little baby, don't you cry\n\nOne of these mornin's, you're gonna rise up singin'\nyou're gonna spread your wings and you'll take to the sky\nBut 'til that mornin', there is nothin' can harm you\nWith Daddy and Mummy, Mummy standing by\nDon't you, don't you cry\n\n\n
{{{\n A D\nIf i cannot bring you comfort,\n A E\nthen at least i bring you home\n A D\nfor nothing is more precious\n A E A\nthan the time we haven't sold\n\n D A \nWe all must learn from small misfortunes\n D F#m \ncount the blessings that are real\nF#m B#m F#m\nLet the bells ring out for Christmas\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\nA B#m F#m\nLet the bells ring out for Christmas\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\n\nA-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H\n\nspoken words..\n\nseargent major\n\n\n A D\nIf i cannot bring you comfort,\n A E\nthen at least i bring you home\n\n\nA F#m A\nNow all the winter bells are ringing\nA F#m A\nhear them echo through the snow\n B#m F#m A\nand the children's voices singing\n B#m E A\non the streets so far below\n\n\nA F#m A\nThis is a time to be together\nA F#m A\nand the truth is somewhere here\n B#m F#m A\nwithin our love for people\n B#m E A\nat the closing of the year\n\n\n*** run in to new song***\n\na bbm c#m d\nChestnuts roasting on an open fire\na bbm F#m bbm\nJack Frost nipping at your nose,\na bbm c#m F\nYuletide carols being sung by a choir\nF Gm Dm e\nAnd folks dressed up like Eskimos\n\na bbm c#m d\nEverybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe\na bbm F#m bbm\nHelp to make the season bright\na bbm c#m D\nTiny tots with their eyes all aglow\na bbm c#m A\nWill find it hard to sleep tonight\n\nG A\nThey know that Santa's on this way\nG A\nHe's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh\nDm\nAnd every mother's child is gonna spy\nE\nTo see if reindeer really know how to fly\n\na bbm c#m d\nAnd so I'm offering this simple phrase\na bbm F#m bbm\nTo kids from one to ninety-two\na bbm c#m D\nAlthough it's been said many times, many ways:\nA D\nMerry Christmas \nA D\nMerry Christmas\nA E\nMerry Christmas\n A\nto you\n\n\n\n}}}
by Bob Dylan\n{{{\n"Lay Lady Lay"\n\n\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G Bm \nLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G D \nLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed\nE F#m A\nWhatever colors you have in your mind\nE F#m A\nI'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.\n\n\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G Bm \nLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed\nA C#m G Bm A\nStay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G D \nUntil the break of day, let me see you make him smile\nE F#m A\nHis clothes are dirty but his hands are clean\nE F#m A\nAnd you're the best thing that he's ever seen.\n\n\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G Bm \nStay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile\nE F#m A\nWhy wait any longer for the world to begin\nE F#m A\nYou can have your cake and eat it too\nE F#m A\nWhy wait any longer for the one you love\nF#m E\nWhen he's standing in front of you.\n\n\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G Bm \nLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G D \nStay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead\nE F#m A\nI long to see you in the morning light\nE F#m A\nI long to reach for you in the night\nA C#m G Bm A C#m G D\nStay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.\n G D G D\n\n\n\n}}}
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\nBON JOVI LYRICS\n \n[["Who Says You Can't Go Home"|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CeX5VEo10c]]\n\n{{{\nG C Am C D (Intro 2X)\n G C\nI spent 20 years trying to get out of this place\n G D\nI was looking for something I couldn't replace\n G C D\nI was running away from the only thing I've ever known\n G C\nLike a blind dog without a bone\n G D\nI was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone\n G C D\nI hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold\n Em C G D\nI been there,done that and I ain't lookin' back on the seeds I've sown,\n Em C D\nSaving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone\n D\nWho says you can't go home\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n G C\nWho says you can't go home\n G D\nThere's only one place they call me one of their own\n G C D\nJust a hometown boy, born a rolling stone, who says you can't go home\n G C G D\nWho says you can't go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact\n G C D G\nThere's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home\n G C G D\nIt's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, its alright\n\n\n G C\nI went as far as I could, I tried to find a new face\n G D\nThere isn't one of these lines that I would erase\n G C D\nI lived a million miles of memories on that road\n G C\nWith every step I take I know that I'm not alone\n G D\nYou take the home from the boy, but not the boy from his home\n G C D\nThese are my streets, the only life I've ever known,\n D G\nwho says you can't go home\n\n[Chorus/Solo]\n\n G C\nIt doesn't matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you go\n G D\nIf it's a million miles aways or just a mile up the road\n G C D\nTake it in, take it with you when you go,\n D G\nwho says you can't go home\n\n[Chorus]\n\n G C G D\nIt's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, its alright\n D G\nWho says you can't go home [x2]\n}}}\n\n\n\n
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\n[[We Can't Make It Here|http://www.countrytabs.com/tablature/James_McMurtry/We_Cant_Make_It_Here_Chord_46476/]]\n\nCapo 5\n\n{{{\nIntro:\nD Cadd9 G 4 times\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThere's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign sitting there by the left turn line\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nFlag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze, one leg missing and both hands free\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nNo one's paying much mind to him, the V.A. budget's just stretched so thin\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nAnd there's more comin' home from the Mideast war, we can't make it here anymore\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nAnd that big ol' building was the textile mill, it fed our kids and it paid our bills\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nBut they turned us out and they closed the doors, we can't make it here anymore\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nSee those pallets piled up on the loading dock, they're just gonna set there till they rot\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\n'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack, just busted concrete and rusted tracks\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nEmpty storefronts around the square, there's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nYou don't come down here 'less you're looking to score, we can't make it here anymore\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThe bar's still open but man it's slow, the tip jar's light and the register's low\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThe bartender don't have much to say, the regular crowd gets thinner each day\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nSome have maxed out all their credit cards, some are working two jobs and living in cars\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nMinimum wage don't pay for a roof, don't pay for a drink, if you gotta have proof \n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nJust try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nTake a part time job at one of your stores I bet you can't make it here anymore\n\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nAnd there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream, just like the pictures in the magazine\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nShe found on the floor of the Laundromat, a woman with kids can forget all that\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nIf she comes up pregnant what'll she do, forget the career, forget about school\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nCan she live on faith? live on hope, high on Jesus or hooked on dope\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nWhen it's way too late to just say no, you can't make it here anymore\n\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G D Cadd9\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nNow I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store just like the ones we made before\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\n'Cept this one came from Singapore, I guess we can't make it here anymore\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nShould I hate a people for the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nShould I hate 'em for having our jobs today, no I hate the men sent the jobs away\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nI can see them all now, they haunt my dreams, all lily white and squeaky clean\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThey've never known want, they'll never know need, their s**t don't stink and their kids won't bleed\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nTheir kids won't bleed in the damn little war and we can't make it here anymore\n\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nWill work for food, will die for oil, will kill for power and to us the spoils\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThe billionaires get to pay less tax, the working poor get to fall through the cracks\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nLet 'em eat jellybeans, let 'em eat cake, let 'em eat s**t, whatever it takes\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThey can join the Air Force, or join the Corps if they can't make it here anymore\n\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G\n\n\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nAnd that's how it is, that's what we got if the president wants to admit it or not\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nYou can read it in the paper, read it on the wall, hear it on the wind, if you're listening at all\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nGet out of that limo, look us in the eye, call us on the cell phone, tell us all why\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nIn Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine or a cotton gin out on the great high plains\n D Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nThat's done closed down along with the school and the hospital and the swimming pool\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nDust devils dance in the noonday heat, there's rats in the alley and trash in the street\nD Cadd9 Cadd9/B D\nGang graffiti on a boxcar door, we can't make it here anymore\n\n\nD Cadd9 G D Cadd9 G D Cadd9 \n}}}
Type the text for '23 November 2016'\n\n* [[Al Stewart|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDy91DCQ8JI]]\n* [[Wikipedia on song|https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roads_to_Moscow]]\n* [[Line-by-line analysis|http://alstewart.com/publicfiles/HISTORY_roadstom.htm]]\n* [[Lyrics|https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tf2kdpqbefpaektcq3ofvzzbfne?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics]]
Type the text for '22 September 2017'\n\n{{{\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n The Boy in the Bubble – Paul Simon\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\nTabbed by: maguri\nTuning: Standard\n\nPaul Simon\nThe Boy in the Bubble (1986)\n(Paul Simon, Forere Motloheloa)\n\nFrom: "Graceland"\n\nThe album version is a little sharp. To play along to the recording you’d \nhave to tune up a little to match the tuning there.\n\nListen to this tab: \nhttps://www.dropbox.com/s/7r2h4lbcjd37ci7/PaulSimon-TheBoyInTheBubble_Demo.mp3\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\nCHORDS\n\n E-A-D-G-B-e\nC x-3-x-0-1-x\nD x-x-0-2-3-x\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nWhatever your strumming pattern may be, try to incorporate the following\nchanges and rhythm:\n\nVERSE INTOR / INTERLUDE\n Am Am C D Am C D C D C D D\n 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 +\ne|----0-------0---|----------------|----------------|----------------|\nB|----1-------1---|----1---3-3-----|----1---3---1-3-|----1---3-3-----|\nG|----2-------2---|----0---2-2-----|----0---2---0-2-|----0---2-2-----|\nD|2-----------2---|2---x---0-------|2---x---0---x-0-|----x---0-0-----|\nA|0-------0-------|0---3-----------|0---3-------3---|----3-----------|\nE|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|\n\nCHORUS / OUTRO\n G G C D G C D C D C D D\n 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 +\ne|----3-------3---|----------------|----------------|----------------|\nB|----0-------0---|----1---3-3-----|----1---3---1-3-|----1---3-3-----|\nG|----0-------0---|----0---2-2-----|----0---2---0-2-|----0---2-2-----|\nD|0-----------0---|0---x---0-------|0---x---0---x-0-|----x---0-0-----|\nA|x---------------|x---3-----------|x---3-------3---|----3-----------|\nE|3-------3-------|3---------------|3---------------|----------------|\n\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nINTRO\n accordion only\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D | \n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n full band\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D | \n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n\n\nVERSE\n Am\nIt was a slow day\n Am C D\nAnd the sun was beating\n Am C D C D C D D\nOn the soldiers by the side of the road\n Am\nThere was a bright light\n Am C D\nA shattering of shop windows\n Am C D C D C D D\nThe bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio\n\n\nCHORUS\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\nG C D C D C D D\n This is the long distance call\nG G C D\n The way the camera follows us in slo-mo\nG C D C D C D D\n The way we look to us all\nG G C D\n The way we look to a distant constellation\n G C D C D C D D\nThat's dying in a corner of the sky\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\n G C D C D C D D\nAnd don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry\n\n\nINTERLUDE\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n\n\nVERSE\n Am\nIt was a dry wind\n Am C D\nAnd it swept across the desert\n Am C D C D C D D\nAnd it curled into the circle of birth\n Am\nAnd the dead sand\nAm C D\nFalling on the children\n Am C D C D C D D\nThe mothers and the fathers and the automatic earth\n\n\nCHORUS\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\nG C D C D C D D\n This is the long distance call\nG G C D\n The way the camera follows us in slo-mo\nG C D C D C D D\n The way we look to us all\nG G C D\n The way we look to a distant constellation\n G C D C D C D D\nThat's dying in a corner of the sky\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\n G C D C D C D D\nAnd don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry\n\n\nINTERLUDE (synth guitar licks)\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n| Am | Am C D | Am C D C D | C D |\n\n\nVERSE\n Am\nIt's a turn-around jump shot\n Am C D\nIt's everybody jump start\n Am C D C D C D D\nIt's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts\nAm Am C D\nMedicine is magical and magical is art\n Am C D\nThink of the Boy in the Bubble\n C D C D D\nAnd the baby with the baboon heart\n\n\nCHORUS\n G G C D\nAnd I believe, these are the days of lasers in the jungle\nG C D C D C D D\nLasers in the jungle somewhere\nG G C D\n Staccato signals of constant information\n G C D C D C D D\nA loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby\n\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\nG C D C D C D D\n This is the long distance call\nG G C D\n The way the camera follows us in slo-mo\nG C D C D C D D\n The way we look to us all\nG G C D\n The way we look to a distant constellation\n G C D C D C D D\nThat's dying in a corner of the sky\nG G C D\n These are the days of miracle and wonder\n G C D C D C D D\nAnd don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry\n\n\nOUTRO\n| G | G C D | G C D C D | C D |\n| G | G C D | G C D C D | C D |\n\n}}}
Type the text for '10 October 2017'\n\n[[52 Vincent Black Lightning performed by:Richard Thompson|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0kJdrfzjAg]]\n\n{{{\nVincent 52\n\n[Verse 1]\nA D\nSaid Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike,\nD A\nA girl could feel special on any such like\nA D\nSaid James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you\nD A\nIt's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952\nA E D A\nAnd I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems\nE D A\nRed hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme\nA Bm D\nAnd he pulled her on behind \nD A\nAnd down to Boxhill they did ride\n\n[Verse 2]\nA D\nSaid James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand\nD A\nBut I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man\nA D\nI've fought with the law since I was seventeen\nD A\nI robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine\nE D A\nNow I'm 21 years, I might make 22\nE D A\nAnd I don't mind dying, but for the love of you\nA Bm D\nAnd If fate should break my stride\nD A\nI'll give you my Vincent to ride\n\n[Verse 3]\nA D\nCome down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae\nD A\nFor they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery\nA D\nShotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside\nD A\nCome down, Red Molly to his dying bedside\nA E D A\nWhen she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left\n E D A\nHe was running out of road, he was running out of breath\nA Bm D\nBut he smiled to see her cry \nD A\nSaid I'll give you my Vincent to ride\n\n[Verse 4]\nA D\nSaid young James in my opinion, there's nothing in this world\nD A\nBeats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl\nA D\nNow Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do\nD A\nThey don't have a soul like a Vincent 52\n E D A\nAnd he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys\n E D A\nHe said I don't have any further use for these\n E D A\nI see angels on ariels in leather and chrome\nE D A\nSwooping down from heaven to carry me home\n Bm D\nHe gave her one last kiss and died\nD A\nAnd he gave her his Vincent to ride.\n\n}}}\n\nWritten by Richard Thompson
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n!Set 1\n [[Mustang Sally|Mustang_Sally]]\n [[Momma Tried|Momma_Tried]]\n [[Folsom Prison Blues|Folsom_Prison_Blues]]\n [[He Never Returned (MTA song)|He_Never_Returned]]\n [[Little Mountain Church|Little_Church]]\n\n!Set 2\n [[Old Time Rock & Roll|Old_Time_Rock_&_Roll]]\n [[Good Hearted Woman|Good_Hearted_Woman]]\n [[Wonderful Tonight|Wonderful_Tonight]]\n [[Rolling in my sweet babys arms|Rolling_in_my_sweet_babys_arms]]\n [[This Land is your land|This_Land_is_your_land]]
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n{{{\nMustang Sally chords\nWilson Pickett 1966 (Mack Rice 1965)\n\nC C7 C 2x\n\nC7 C *(C7 C C7)\nMustang Sally\n C\nGuess you better slow \n C7 C\nYour Mustang down \n\nOh Lord, what I say now\n \n F F7\nMustang Sally, now baby \n\nOh Lord \n F\nGuess you better slow \n C *(C7 C C7)\nYour Mustang down \n\nH'uh, oh yeah \n\n G (G\sG\sF)\nYou been running all over town, now \n\nOh, I guess I have to put your flat feet \n C *(C7 C C7)\nOn the ground \n\nHa! \n\nWhat I said, now \n\nListen! \n\nC7 C C7\nAll you wanna do is ride around Sally \n C C7 C\n(Ride Sally, ride) \nC7 C C7\nAll you wanna do is ride around Sally \n C C7 C\n(Ride Sally, ride) \nF F7 F\nAll you wanna do is ride around Sally\n F F7 F\n(Ride Sally ride) hu'h \nC7 C C7\nAll you wanna do is a ride around Sally \n C C7 C\nAlright (ride Sally ride) \n\nWell, listen \n\nG G\sG\sF)\nOne of these early mornings, yeah \n\nWoow! \n C\nGonna be wiping yo weeping eyes \n\nH'uh! \n\nWhat I said, now \n\nLook-A-here! \n\n C7 C\nI bought you a brand new Mustang \n C7 C\nA nineteen sixty-five, h'uh! \nC7\nNow you come around \nC C7\nSignifying, now woman \n C C7\nYou don't wanna let me ride \n\n F F7\nMustang Sally, now baby \n\nOh Lord \n F\nGuess you better slow \n C *(C7 C C7)\nthat Mustang down \n\nH'uh, oh Lord\n G G\sG\sF)\nYou been running all over town, now \n\nOh, I got to put your flat feet \n C *(C7 C C7)\nOn the ground \n\nHa! \n\nWhat I said, now \n\nLet me say it one more time now\n\nC7 C C7\nAll you wanna do is ride around Sally \n C C7 C\n(Ride Sally, ride) \nC7 C C7\nAll you wanna do is ride around Sally \n C C7 C\n(Ride Sally, ride) . . . \n\n}}}\n* throughout song\n\nSet8\n\nhttp://sites.google.com/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/\n\nWhat's this?\n\n\n\n\n
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n\n{{{\nVerse 1\n D G D G\nFirst thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'\n D G A7\nAnd a young-on's dream of growing up to ride\n D G D G\nOn a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound\n D A7 D\nAnd no one could change my mind, but Mama tried\n\nCHORUS:\nD G D\nAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole\n G D A7\nNo one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried\n D G D\nMama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,\n A7 D\nthat leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried\n\nVerse 2\n D G D G\nOne and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild\n D G A7\nMama seemed to know what lay in store\n D G D G\n'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin'\n D A7 D\n'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore\n\nCHORUS:\nD G D\nAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole\n G D A7\nNo one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried\n D G D\nMama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,\n A7 D\nthat leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried\n\nVerse 3\n D G D G\nDear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load\n D G A7\nhe tried so very hard to fill his shoes\n D G D G\nWorking hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best\n D A7 D\nShe tried to raise me right, but I refused\n\nCHORUS:\nD G D\nAnd I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole\n G D A7\nNo one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried\n D G D\nMama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,\n A7 D\nthat leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried\n\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n\n\n{{{\n\nIntro:\n\n| B7 | B7 | E | E |\n\n E\nI hear the train a-comin';\n\nIt's rollin' 'round the bend,\n\nAnd I ain't seen the sunshine since\n\nI don't know when.\n A\nI'm stuck at Folsom Prison\n E\nAnd time keeps draggin' on,\n B7\nBut that train keeps rollin'\n E\nOn down to San An-tone.\n\n E\nWhen I was just a baby,\n\nMy momma told me, "Son,\n\nalways be a good;\n\nDon't ever play with guns."\n A\nBut I shot a man in Reno\n E\nJust to watch him die.\n B7\nWhen I hear that whistle blowin'\n E\nI hang my head and cry.\n\n E\nI bet there's rich folks eatin'\n\nFrom a fancy dining car.\n\nThey're prob'ly drinkin' coffee\n\nand smokin' big cigars.\n A\nWell, I know I had it comin',\n E\nI know I can't be free.\n B7\nBut those people keep a-movin'\n E\nAnd that's what tortures me.\n\n E\nWell, if they freed me from this prison,\n\nIf that railroad train was mine,\n\nI bet I'd move it on\n\nA little farther down the line,\nA\nFar from Folsom Prison,\n E\nThat's where I want to stay.\n B7\nAnd I'd let that lonesome whistle\n E\nBlow my blues a-way.\n\n\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n{{{\nThe MTA chords\nThe Kingston Trio\n\n C F\nLet me tell you of a story 'bout a man named Charlie\n C G7\nOn a tragic and fateful day.\n C F\nHe put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,\n C G7 C\nWent to ride on the M T A.\n\n C F\nBut will he ever return? No he'll never return,\n C G7\nAnd his fate is still unlearned.\n C F\nHe may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,\n C G7 C\nHe's the man who never returned.\n\n C F\nCharlie handed in his dime at the Scully Square Station,\n C G7\nAnd he changed for Jamaica Plain.\n C F\nWhen he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel!"\n C G7 C\nCharlie couldn't get off of that train.\n\n C F\nNow all night long Charlie rides through the stations,\n C G7\nCrying, "What will become of me?\n C F\nHow can I afford to see my sister in Chelsey,\n C G7 C\nOr my brother in Roxbury?"\n\n C F\nCharlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square Station,\n C G7\nEvery day at a quarter past two.\n C F\nAnd through the open window she hands Charlie his sandwich\n C G7 C\nAs the train goes rumbling through.\n\n C F\nNow you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal,\n C G7\nHow the people have to pay and pay?\n C F\nFight the fare increase, vote for George O'Brien,\n C G7 C\nGet poor Charlie off the M T A!\n\n}}}\nSet8\n\nhttp://sites.google.com/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/\n\n
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n\n{{{\nLittle Mountain Church House\nRecorded by Ricky Skaggs and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band\nWritten by Carl Jackson and Jim Rushing \n\nC F\nThere's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday\n C G7\nWhere friends and family gathered for the Lord\n C F\nThere an old fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way\n C G7 C\nFor what you call the congregation could afford\n\n F\nDressed in all our Sunday best we sat on pews of solid oak\n C G7\nAnd I remember how our voices filled the air\n C F\nHow momma sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes\n C G7 C\nWhen the roll is called up yonder I'll be there\n\n F\nLooking back now that little mountain church house\n C G7\nHas become my life's corner stone\n C F\nIt was there in that little mountain church house\n C G7 C\nI first heard the word I've based my life upon\n\n F\nAt the all day Sunday singing and dinner on the ground\nC G7\nMany were the souls that were revived\n C F\nWhile my brothers and my sisters who've gone on to glory land\n C G7 C\nSlept in piece in the maple grove nearby\n\nRepeat #3\n}}}
Type the text for 'New Tiddler'\n\n\n\n{{{\nOld Time Rock and Roll\nRecorded by Bob Seger \nWritten by George Jackson and Tom Jones\n \nC\nJust take those old records off the shelf\n F\nI'll sit and listen to them by myself\n G7\nToday's music ain't got the same soul\n C\nI like that old time rock and roll\n\n\nDon't try to take me to a disco\n F\nYou'll never even get me out on the floor\n G7\nIn ten minutes I'll be leavin' for the door\n C\nI like that old time rock and roll\n\n\nStill like that old time rock and roll\n F\nThat kind of music just soothes the soul\n G7\nI reminisce about the days of old\n C\nWith that old time rock and roll\n\n \nWon't go to hear them play a tango\n F\nI'd rather hear some blues and funky old soul\n G7\nThere's only one sure way to get me to go\n C\nStart playing old time rock and roll\n\n \nCall me a relic call me what you will\n F\nSay I'm old fashioned say I'm over the hill\n G7\nToday's music ain't got the same soul\n C\nI like that old time rock and roll\n \nRepeat #3 x 4\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n{{{\nGood Hearted Woman chords\nWaylon Jennings and Willie Nelson\n\nD\n\nD D7 G\nA long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way\n A7 A A7 D\nThe good life he promised ain't what she's livin' today\n \nBut she never complains of the bad times \n D7 G\nOr the bad things he's done, lord\n A7 A \nShe just talks about the good times they've had\n A7 D\nAnd all the good times to come\n\n D D7 G\n(She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man)\n A7 A A7 D\nShe loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand\n D7 G\n(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)\n A7 A A7 A D\n(A good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man)\n\nD D7 G\nHe likes the bright lights and night life and good time friends\n A7 A A7 D\nAnd when the party's all over she'll welcome him back home again\n D7 G\nLord knows she don't understand him but she does the best that she can\n A7 A A7 A D\n(A good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man)\n\n E E7 E A\n(She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man)\n B7 E\n(She loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand)\n E7 E A\n(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)\n B7 E E7\nA good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man\n\n E E7 E A\n(She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man)\n B7 E\n(She loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand)\n E7 E A\n(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)\n B7 E \nA good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man\n\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n\n{{{\n[Intro]\nG D/F# C D\nG D/F# C D\n\n[Verse 1]\nG D/F# C D\n It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wear.\nG D/F# C D\n She puts on her make-up, and brushes her long blond hair.\nC D G D/F# Em\n And then she asks me "Do I look all right?"\n C D G\nAnd I say "Yes, you look wonderful tonight!"\n\n[Instrumental]\nG D/F# C D\n\n[Verse 2]\nG D/F# C D\n We'd go to party, and everyone turns to see\nG D/F# C D\n This beautiful lady, that's walking around with me. \nC D G Em\n And then she asks me: "Do you feel all right?"\n C D G\nAnd I say: "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight!"\n\n[Bridge]\n C D G D/F# Em\nI feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes,\n C D C D\nAnd the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize,\n G\nHow much I love you!\n\n[Instrumental]\nG D/F# C D\nG D/F# C D\n\n[Verse 3]\nG D/F# C D\n It's time to go home now, and I've got an aching head\nG D/F# C D\n So I give her the carkeys, and she helps me to bed.\nC D G D/F# Em\n And then I tell her, as I turn off the light:\n C D G D/F# Em\nI say: "My darling, you are wonderful tonight! \n C D G \nOh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."\n\n[Outro]\nG D/F# C D\nG D/F# C D\nG\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n{{{\nRoll In My Sweet Baby's Arms\nwritten and recorded by Lester Flatt\n\nG\nI ain't gonna work on the railroad\n D7\nAin't gonna work on the farm\nG\nLay around the shack\n C\nTill the mail train comes back\n D7 G\nAnd roll in my sweet baby's arms\n\n\nRoll in my sweet baby's arms\n D7\nRoll in my sweet baby's arms \nG\nLay round the shack\n C\nTill the mail train comes back\n D7 G\nAnd roll in my sweet baby's arms\n\n\nNow where were you last Friday night\n D7\nWhile I was lying in jail\nG C\nWalking the streets with another man\nD7 G\nWouldn't even go my bail\n\nrepeat #2\n \nI know your parents don't like me\n D7\nThey turn me away from your door\nG C\nHad my life to live over\nD7 G\nWouldn't go there any more\n\nrepeat #2\n}}}
Type the text for '27 November 2017'\n\n\n{{{\n\nWoody Guthrie - This Land Is Your Land chords\nHighlighted Show chord diagrams\n\nG C G\nThis land is your land, this land is my land \n D G\nFrom California to the New York Island\nG7 C G \nFrom the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters\nD7 G \nThis land was made for you and me.\n\nVerse 1: \nG C G\nAs I went walking that ribbon of highway\n D G\nI saw above me that endless skyway\nG7 C G \nI saw below me that golden valley\nD7 G \nThis land was made for you and me.\n\nRepeat Chorus\n \nVerse 2:\n\nG C G\nI roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps\n D G \nTo the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts\nG7 C G \nWhile all around me a voice was sounding\nD7 G \nThis land was made for you and me.\n\nRepeat Chorus\n\nVerse 3:\n\nG C G\nWhen the sun came shining, and I was strolling\n D G \nAnd the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling\nG7 C G \nA voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,\nD7 G \nThis land was made for you and me.\n\nRepeat Chorus\n\nVerse 4:\n\nG C G\nAs I went walking I saw a sign there\n D G \nAnd on the sign it said "No Trespassing."\nG7 C G \nBut on the other side it didn't say nothing,\nD7 G \nThat side was made for you and me.\n\nRepeat Chorus\n\nVerse 5:\n\nG C G\nIn the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;\n D G \nBy the relief office, I'd seen my people.\nG7 C G \nAs they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,\nD7 G \nIs this land made for you and me?\n\nRepeat Chorus\n\nVerse 6:\n\nG C G\nNobody living can ever stop me,\n D G \nAs I go walking that freedom highway;\nG7 C G\nNobody living can make me turn back\nD7 G \nThis land was made for you and me.\n\nRepeat Chorus 2x\n\n}}}