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Music

a random collection of tablature from flint

[[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# [[Uncle_Johns_Band]]\n# [[TRAYR|http://docbox.flint.com:8081/reprun#TRAYR_v0.1]]\n# [[Oi Y Luzi Cherovona Kalyna||http://docbox.flint.com:8081/music#OYLCK]]\n# [[Brians_Song]]\n# [[Old_Chunk_Of_Coal]]\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

{{{\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

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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

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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}}}

\n{{{\nD A G \nD A G \nD E\nD A C G\nD A\nD A C#m F#\nBb A\n}}}

\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

Amazing Grace\nCeltic Woman\n\nAmazing Grace, How sweet the sound\n\nThat saved a wretch like me\n\nI once was lost, but now am found\n\nT'was blind but now I see\n\nT'was Grace that taught my heart to fear\n\nAnd Grace, my fears relieved\n\nHow precious did that grace appear\n\nThe hour I first believed\n\nThrough many dangers, toils and snares\n\nWe have already come.\n\nT'was grace that brought us safe thus far\n\nAnd grace will lead us home,\n\nThrough many dangers, toils and snares\n\nWe have already come.\n\nT'was grace that brought us safe thus far\n\nAnd grace will lead us home,\n\nAnd grace will lead us home\n\nAmazing grace, Howe Sweet the sound\n\nThat saved a wretch like me\n\nI once was lost but now am found\n\nT'was blind but now I see\n\nWas blind, but now I see.\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}}}

Type the text for '3 December 2018'\n\n* [[Access of Awsome|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NicfLmpYuy8]]\n\n

Tangled Up In Blue (TUIB)\nby\nBob Dylan\n [Chords]\nA G6 A G6 A G6 D x2\nE F#m A D E F#m A D E G D A Asus\n\n{{{\n[Intro]\nA Asus4 A Asus4\n\n[Verse 1]\nA G6\nEarly one mornin' the sun was shinin',\nA G6\nI was layin' in bed\nA G6\nWond'rin' if she'd changed at all\n D\nIf her hair was still red.\nA G6\nHer folks they said our lives together\nA G6\nSure was gonna be rough\nA G6\nThey never did like Mama's homemade dress\n D\nPapa's bankbook wasn't big enough.\nE F#m\nAnd I was standin' on the side of the road\nA D\nRain fallin' on my shoes\nE F#m\nHeading out for the East Coast\n A D E\nLord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 2]\nA G6\nShe was married when we first met\nA G6\nSoon to be divorced\nA G6\nI helped her out of a jam, I guess,\n D\nBut I used a little too much force.\nA G6\nWe drove that car as far as we could\nA G6\nAbandoned it out West\nA G6\nSplit up on a dark sad night\n D\nBoth agreeing it was best.\nE F#m\nShe turned around to look at me\nA D\nAs I was walkin' away\nE F#m\nI heard her say over my shoulder,\n A D E\n"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 3]\nA G6\nI had a job in the great north woods\nA G6\nWorking as a cook for a spell\nA G6\nBut I never did like it all that much\n D\nAnd one day the ax just fell.\nA G6\nSo I drifted down to New Orleans\nA G6\nWhere I happened to be employed\nA G6\nWorkin' for a while on a fishin' boat\n D\nRight outside of Delacroix.\nE F#m\nBut all the while I was alone\nA D\nThe past was close behind,\nE F#m\nI seen a lot of women\n A D E\nBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grew\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 4]\nA G6\nShe was workin' in a topless place\nA G6\nAnd I stopped in for a beer,\nA G6\nI just kept lookin' at the side of her face\n D\nIn the spotlight so clear.\nA G6\nAnd later on as the crowd thinned out\nA G6\nI's just about to do the same,\nA G6\nShe was standing there in back of my chair\n D\nSaid to me, "Don't I know your name?"\nE F#m\nI muttered somethin' underneath my breath,\nA D\nShe studied the lines on my face.\nE F#m\nI must admit I felt a little uneasy\n A D E\nWhen she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 5]\nA G6 A G\nShe lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe\nA G6\n"I thought you'd never say hello," she said\n D\n"You look like the silent type."\n A G6\nThen she opened up a book of poems\nA G6\nAnd handed it to me\nA G6\nWritten by an Italian poet\n D\nFrom the thirteenth century.\nE F#m\nAnd every one of them words rang true\nA D\nAnd glowed like burnin' coal\nE F#m\nPourin' off of every page\n A D E\nLike it was written in my soul from me to you,\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 6]\nA G6\nI lived with them on Montague Street\nA G6\nIn a basement down the stairs,\nA G6\nThere was music in the cafes at night\n D\nAnd revolution in the air.\nA G6\nThen he started into dealing with slaves\nA G6\nAnd something inside of him died.\nA G6\nShe had to sell everything she owned\n D\nAnd froze up inside.\nE F#m\nAnd when finally the bottom fell out\nA D\nI became withdrawn,\nE F#m\nThe only thing I knew how to do\n A D E\nWas to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n[Verse 7]\nA G6\nSo now I'm goin' back again,\nA G6\nI got to get to her somehow.\nA G6\nAll the people we used to know\n D\nThey're an illusion to me now.\nA G6\nSome are mathematicians\nA G6\nSome are carpenter's wives.\nA G6\nDon't know how it all got started,\n D\nI don't know what they're doin' with their lives.\nE F#m\nBut me, I'm still on the road\nA D\nHeadin' for another joint\nE F#m\nWe always did feel the same,\n A D E\nWe just saw it from a different point of view,\nG D A Asus A Asus\nTangled up in blue.\n\n}}}

'24 March 2019'\n\n{{{\n\nUncle John's Band\nRobert Hunter\nJerry Garcia\n\n\n[Intro]\nG D6 C D G D6 C D\n\n[Verse 1]\n G C G\nOh, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,\n\n G C G\n'Cause when life looks like Easy Street there is danger at youdoor.\n\n Amin Emin C D\nThink this through with me; let me know your mind.\n\n C D G D C G D G\nWhoa-oh, what I want to know-oh, is are you kind.\n\n G C G\nIt's a buck dancer's choice, my friend, better take my advice;\n\n G C G\nYou know all the rules by now, and the fire from the ice.\n\n Amin Emin C D\nWill you come with me, won't you come with me?\n\n C D G D C G D G\nWhoa-oh, what I want to know-oh, will you come with me?\n\n\n[Refrain]\n G C G Amin G D\nGod damn! well I declare! Have you seen the like?\n\n D C G D C D\nTheir walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me".\n\n G C Amin G D\nCome hear Uncle John's band playing by the riverside,\n\n C G D C D\nGot some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.\n\n[Instrumental]\nG Bmin C D G Bmin C D G Bmin C D G Bmin C D\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n G C G\nIt's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows;\n\n G C G\nLike the morning sun you come, and like the wind you go.\n\nAmin Emin C D\nAin't no time to hate, barely time to wait.\n\n C D G D C G D G\nWhoa-oh, what I want know-oh, where does the time go?\n\nG C G\nI live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;\n\nG C G\nI've got me a violin and I beg you, call a tune.\n\nAmin Emin C D\nAnybody's choice, I can hear your voice.\n\n C D G D C G D G\nWhoa-oh, what I want to know-oh, how does the song go?\n\n[Refrain]\n G C Amin G D\nCome hear Uncle John's band by the riverside\n\n C G D C D\nGot some things to talk about here beside the rising tide.\n\n G C Amin G D\nCome hear Uncle John's band playing to the tide\n\n C G D C D\nCome on along or go alone, he's come to take his children home.\n\n\n[Instrumental]\nDmin G C Dmin G C Dmin G C Dmin G C\n\n Dsus2 D5 Dsus2 D5 Dsus2 D5 Dsus2 D5\n\n\n\n[Bridge]\n D5 C G\nWhoa-oh, what I want to know-oh, how does the song go?\n\n(A capella)\nCome hear Uncle John's band by the riverside\n\n[Chorus/Outro]\nGot some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.\n\n G C Amin G D\nCome here Uncle John's band playing to the tide,\n\n C G D C D\nCome on along or go alone, he's come to take his children home.\n\nDmin G C Dmin G C Dmin G C Dsus2\n La lala lala, la lala lala, la lala lalaaaaa......\n\n}}}\n

Type the text for '11 December 2019'\n\nFrom the VAST intellect of kjcole\n{{{\nWeb-dog here. I've sniffed out a couple of possibilities:\n\n* ChordSmith (but it uses Java. Scroll down the page for the Linux\ninstall instructions.)\n http://www.statistics101.net/chordsmith/\n\n* OpenSong looks like it's a bit "long-in-the-tooth" requiring you to\ninstall all the i386 libraries, which I'm always loathe to do. Also my\nblack, little, militant atheist heart was not thrilled with one of the\nfeatures being listed as "Present any passage of the Bible verse by\nverse". But I acknowledge your higher tolerance for such nonsense.\nHence, I'm not excluding it from the running.\n http://www.opensong.org/\n\n* Possibly other tools to excite you from from the article "Five\nEssential Linux Apps for Guitarists"\n https://www.maketecheasier.com/5-essential-linux-apps-for-guitarists/\n\n NOTE: TuxGuitar, mentioned in the above article (and also on docbox\nalong with MuseScore) was the tool that I had to use to get the\nfretboards to insert actual notes into MuseScore for playback. Enter\nthe fretboard diagrams in TuxGuitar, save and export the file as\nMusicXML, then open MuseScore and open the MusicXML file. It complains\nbut then does it anyway if you tell it to ignore its anal retentive\nwhatever. Save as a MuseScore file and continue on your merry way,\nfrom there.\n\n* And finally, see also "Debian Music Software"\n https://blends.debian.org/edu/tasks/music\n\nP.S. If you REALLY wanna go to town, I recommend wiping a hard disk\nand installing Ubuntu Studio (https://ubuntustudio.org/) then adding\nin, on top of it KX Studios repositories\n(https://kx.studio/Repositories). That worked amazingly well when I\nset it up. You'll want a good box for it though, because it uses a\nlow-latency kernel, and drives your system hard. Arch Linux, on the\nother hand, has more musical tools but is also considerably more\nglitchy about getting everything working.\n\n\n}}}

Type the text for '11 December 2019'\n\n{{{\nGetting guitar chords to play in MuseScore:\n\n 1. Create chords in TuxGuitar (beyond the scope of this set of notes)\n 2. Export as MusicXML\n 3. Start MuseScore3\n 4. Open... MusicXML file (.MusicXML)\n 5. Using the Palette in Advanced mode, Change Clef of Guitar part from\n "Treble" to "Treble 8va bassa"\n 6. Select first measure of Guitar part, shift-select last measure to\n select all of that part only.\n 7. Tools -> Transpose -> by Interval -> Down -> 1 Perfect Octave\n 8. Select the high note of each guitar chord, one by one, and\n double-click the Arpeggio Up in the Advanced Palette.\n 9. Save as... MuseScore uncompressed (.mscx instead of .mscz)\n10. If necessary, edit Simple_Joys_2.mscx and find and replace:\n\n <Arpeggio>\n <subtype>2</subtype>\n </Arpeggio>\n\n with:\n\n <Arpeggio>\n <subtype>1</subtype>\n <timeStretch>1</timeStretch>\n </Arpeggio>\n\n11. grep -A 3 "[<]Arp" Simple_Joys_2.mscx | most # to verify\n12. Start MuseScore3\n13. Open... uncompressed MuseScore file (,mscx).\n14. Edit -> Instruments -> Guitar -> uncheck Visible\n14. Save as... compressed MuseScore fie (.mscz)\n\n______________________________________________________________________________\n\n <Arpeggio> <subtype>2</subtype> goes from high note to low note, which\n is represented by an arrow pointing down (from the highest note to\n the lowest note)\n\n <Arpeggio> <subtype>1</subtype> goes from low note to high note, which\n is represented by an arrow pointing up (from the lowest note to the\n highest note)\n\n<timeStretch>3</timeStretch> seemed like a good idea, but not with a\npiano playing. It got very out of sync.\n\n}}}

Type the text for '4 November 2020'\n\n# Download/install audcacity\n# download using wget \n{{{\nwget star_spangled_banner* \n}}}\n# load star_spangled_banner_2020_11_04_15_00_58.aup into audacity\n

Type the text for '6 September 2021'\n\n[[Audiveris|https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audiveris]]\n\n

Type the text for '30 March 2022'\n\n\n{{{\nTHE CHILDREN OF HEROES\nBy Paul Flint\n\nA D\nI am the child of two heroes,\nD A\nPaul L and Alice B\nA E \nThey both fought in the World War\n D A \non different sides of the sea\nA D\nThey got together at Fordam,\nD A \nAnd made my sisters and me \nE \nMade godfather Joseppi, \nD A \ngodmother Jeannie \nA D \nWe are a family of heroes \n A\njust like the Ottos be\nE \nand I've all lived a long time \nD A\nin Vermont and DC\nA D\nWhen they hit the Pentagon\nD A \nI was part of the crew\nE\nYea we had some bad times.\nD A\nbut some good time too\nA D\nAnd so we come here to Barre\nD A\nand This is what I knew, that\nE D \nWe are children of heroes, \n D A\nIt's in our destiny\nA \nIt's in our bones and our sinews\nD A\nIt is what makes us free\nA D\nWe are the children of heroes\nD A\nIt's were our power resides\nA E D\nAnd we can make this apparent\nD A\n'Cause we are on the right side\nA D\nWhen the Lord calls to claim us \nA \nWell that is what shall be\nE \nThat is true of all heroes\nD A\nEspecially you and me.\nA D\nI am the child of two heroes\nA \nAs we have lived our lives\nE\nWe are the children of heroes\nD A\nThat ain't no lie\n\n}}}

Conversion Code...\n\nChordPro\n>\n> To install it:\n>\n> $ sudo cpan install chordpro\n>\n> There is also "chordii":\n>\n> sudo apt install chordii\n

'27 January 2023'\nSat 14 Jan 2023 01:19:00 PM EST\nFri 27 Jan 2023 01:54:04 PM EST\n\n\n\n{{{\n[[Oi Y Luzi Cherovona Kalyna |https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oi_u_luzi_chervona_kalyna]]\nUkrainian National Folk Song\n\nInterpreted by\npflint\n\nAm Em\nOi you red viburnum in the meadow\n\nAm Em\nhave been bent down low\n\nAm Em\nFor some reason our beloved Ukraine\n\nAm Em\nis beset with woe\n\nC G Dm F\nso we shall take that red viburnum and we will raise it up,\n\nAm Em\nAnd, hey-hey, we cheer glorious Ukraine!\n\nC G Dm F\nAnd we'll take that red viburnum and we will raise it up,\n\nAm Em\nAnd, hey-hey, we cheer glorious Ukraine!\n\n\n}}}\n\n

Type the text for '18 March 2023'\n\nhttps://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/the-kiffness/ukrainian-folk-song-army-remix-chords-4097629

Type the text for '29 March 2023'\n\n*[[Jamulus Linux Installation Script|https://jamulus.io/kb/2020/09/20/Linux-Install-Script.html]]

Type the text for 'New Tiddler'\n\n{{{\nStrumming\nThere is no strumming pattern for this song yet. Create and get +5 IQ\n\nDay By Day chords\n\nGodspell 1971 (Stephen Schwartz) *\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm 2x\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly\n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly\n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\n \n\n(speed up)\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly\n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly\n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly\n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\n \n\nFmaj7 Gm Fmaj7\n\nDay by day \n\n Gm\n\nDay by day\n\nBb Am\n\nOh Dear Lord\n\n Gmaj7\n\nThree things I pray\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly (day by day)\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly (day by day)\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly (day by day)\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly (day by day)\n\nEm A Em\n\nTo see thee more clearly (day by day)\n\n A\n\nLove thee more dearly (day by day)\n\n \n\nDm G\n\nFollow thee more nearly\n\nCmaj7 Fmaj7\n\nDay by day\n\nCmaj7 Fmaj7 A A\n\nDay by day by day by day by day\n\n \n\n* Alternate:\n\n \n\nCapo III\n\n \n\nF = D\n\nGm = Em\n\nBb = G\n\nAm = F#m\n\nEm = C#m\n\nA = F#\n\nDm = Bm\n\nG = E\n\nC = A\n\n \n\nSet8\n\n \n\nhttp://sites.google.com/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/\n\n\n}}}

8 July 2023'\n\n{{{\nWhen The Saints Go Marching In\n(Louis Armstrong Version)\n\n\nG C G\nOh, when the saints go marchin' in,\n\nG D\nOh, when the saints go marchin' in,\n\n G G7 C Cm \nLord, I want to be in that number\n\n G D G\nWhen the saints go marchin' in.\n\nG C G\nAnd when the sun, begins to shine,\n\nG D\nAnd when the sun, begins to shine,\n\n G G7 C Cm \nOh, how I want to be in that number\n\nG D\nWhen the sun begins to shine.\n\nG C G\nOh, when the trumpet, sounds its call\n\nG D\nOh, when the trumpet, sounds its call,\n\n G G7 C Cm \nLord, how I want to be in that number\n\n G D G\nWhen the trumpet sounds its call.\n\nG C G\nOh, when the saints go marchin' in,\n\nG D\nOh, when the saints go marchin' in,\n\n G G7 C Cm \nLord, how I want to be in that number\n\n G D G\nWhen the saints go marchin' in.\n}}}

Type the text for '15 February 2024'\n\n* [[Something From Flint|https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xs-TjK1EOpZhV0JaMbWMkc4f3YXXall_/view?usp=drive_link]]\n\n* [[Introducing Ethan|https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ogSsJR9Kylh81h1Za41-JJveLX9JJduq/view?usp=drive_link]]

Type the text for '22 March 2024'\n\n\nType the text for '2 December 2023'\n\nhttps://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-lm&q=magenn+air+rotor#ip=1\n\nBrian Boland sailed the land that's \nsomething many Flatlanders can't understand \nBrian Bolin saw the world \n\nBrian Bolton sailed the sky\nclimbing up climbing down \nclimbing up climbing down \n\nBrian Boland was a special case.\nhe thought that lighter than air was the ace \nclimbing up climbing down \nclimbing up climbing down they\n\nshot a rocket OF his cremains as high as they could \nclimbing up climbing down \nclimbing up climbing down...\n\nBrian Bowen failed Our Land \nHe refused to let it be his bond \nHe broke the rules and then he died \nGod if I'd only been at his side... \nclimbing up climbing down \nclimbing up climbing down\n\nRRocket his rocket his ashes up over his field.\n\n\nExact last moments prove Brian a truly selfless hero.\nShows lady passenger how to use the sparker\nonce lift starts Brian sees his fate\n\nBrian leaves us a problem \nhow can we extend his art?\nCan we lift ourselves to heaven?\non a balonet?\nwith the robots stealing leaks and the drone swarm...\nMe, I just want to clear some trees.\n \n

I'm Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I'm Gonna Be a Diamond Someday)\nSong by Billy Joe Shaver\n\n\n\n{{{\n[Chorus]\nF C G C\n \n \n[Verse 1]\nC\nHey, I'm just an old chunk of coal\n E Am\nBut I'm gonna be a diamond someday\nF C\nI'm gonna grow and glow 'til I'm so blue pure perfect\nD G\nPut a smile on everybody's face\nC\nI'm gonna kneel and pray every day\n E7 Am\nLest I should become vain along the way\nF C\nI'm just an old chunk of coal, oh Lord\n G C\nBut I'm gonna be a diamond someday\n \n \n[Verse 2]\nC\nI'm gonna learn the best way to walk\n E7 Am\nI'm gonna search and find a better way to talk\n F C\nAnd I'm gonna spit and polish my old rough-edged self\n D G\n'Til I get rid of every single flaw\nC\nI'm gonna be the world's best friend\n E7 Am\nI'm gonna go 'round shaking everybody's hand\n F C\nHey, I'm gonna be the cotton pickin' rage of the age\n G C G\nI'm gonna be a diamond someday, alright\n \n \n[Guitar & Piano Solo]\nC E7 Am F\nC G C G\n \n \n[Verse 3]\nC\nYeah I'm just an old chunk of coal\n E7 Am\nBut I'm gonna be a diamond someday\nF C\nI'm gonna grow and glow 'til I'm so blue pure perfect\n D7 G\nI'm gonna put a smile on everybody's face\nC\nI'm gonna kneel and pray every day\n E7 Am C\nUnless I should become vain along the way\n F C\nHey, I'm just an old chunk of coal, oh Lord\n G C\nBut I'm gonna be a diamond someday\n F C\nYeah, I'm gonna be the cotton pickin' rage of the age\n G C\nI'm gonna be a diamond someday\n \n \n[Outro]\nC E7 Am F\nC D7 G C\nE7 Am F C\nG C E7 Am\nF C\nX\n\n}}}

Type the text for '28 November 2024'\n\n\n{{{\nLyrics\nThis song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the\nrestaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,\nthat's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's\nRestaurant.\nYou can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant\nYou can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant\nWalk right in it's around the back\nJust a half a mile from the railroad track\nYou can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant\nNow it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on\nThanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the\nrestaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the\nchurch nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and\nFasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of\nroom downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,\nseein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't\nhave to take out their garbage for a long time.\nWe got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be\na friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So\nwe took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW\nmicrobus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed\non toward the city dump.\nWell we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the\ndump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump\nclosed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off\ninto the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.\nWe didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the\nside road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the\ncliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile\nis better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we\ndecided to throw our's down.\nThat's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving\ndinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the\nnext morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,\nwe found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of\ngarbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And\nI said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope\nunder that garbage."\nAfter speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we\nfinally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down\nand pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the\npolice officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the\nshovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the\npolice officer's station.\nNow friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at\nthe police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for\nbeing so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and\nwe didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out\nand told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,\nwhich is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station\nthere was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was\nboth immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I\ncan pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.\nGet in the back of the patrol car."\nAnd that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the\nquote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of\nStockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop\nsigns, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the\nScene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,\nbeing the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to\nget in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of\ncop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.\nThey was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and\nthey took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles\nand arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each\none was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,\nthe getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to\nmention the aerial photography.\nAfter the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put\nus in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your\nwallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my\nwallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you\nwant my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I\nsaid, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"\nObie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the\ntoilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took\nout the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the\ntoilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie\nwas making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice\n(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few\nnasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back\nto the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,\nand didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.\nWe walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten\ncolour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back\nof each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,\nand Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy\npictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he\nsat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the\ntwenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows\nand a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.\nAnd then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles\nand arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,\n'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American\nblind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the\njudge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy\npictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each\none explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And\nwe was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not\nwhat I came to tell you about.\nCame to talk about the draft.\nThey got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,\nwhere you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,\nneglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one\nday, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so\nI looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. 'Cause I wanted to\nlook like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted\nto feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,\nand I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all\nkinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave\nme a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."\nAnd I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I\nwanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and\nguts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,\nKILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL, " and\nhe started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down\nyelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,\nsent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."\nDidn't feel too good about it.\nProceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,\ndetections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me\nat the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four\nhours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty\nugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was\ninspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no\npart untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the\nlast man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,\nand I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got\none question. Have you ever been arrested?"\nAnd I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,\nwith full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all\nthe phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever\ngo to court?"\nAnd I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten\ncolour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on\nthe back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want\nyou to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W ... NOW kid!!"\nAnd I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's\nwhere they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after\ncommitting your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly\nlooking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father\nrapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And\nthey was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the\nbench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest\nfather raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly\n'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me\nand said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay\n$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"\nAnd I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench\nthere, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I\nsaid, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,\nand we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,\nfather raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the\nbench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of\nthings, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it\nup and said.\n"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-\nknow-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-\nyou-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-\nofficer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for\nforty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had\nfun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,\nand I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it\ndown there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the\npencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the\nother side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on\nthe other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the\nfollowing words:\nI went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to\nask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm\nsittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench\n'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,\nkids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and\nsaid, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints\noff to Washington."\nAnd friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a\nstudy in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm\nsinging you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar\nsituation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a\nsituation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into\nthe shrink wherever you are, just walk in say "Shrink, You can get\nanything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if\none person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and\nthey won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,\nthey may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.\nAnd three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in\nsingin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an\norganization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day, I said\nfifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and\nwalking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.\nAnd that's what it is, the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and\nall you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the\nguitar.\nWith feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and\nsing it when it does. Here it comes.\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nWalk right in it's around the back\nJust a half a mile from the railroad track\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nThat was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.\nI've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it\nfor another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.\nSo we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part\nharmony and feeling.\nWe're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.\nAll right now.\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nExcepting Alice\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nWalk right in it's around the back\nJust a half a mile from the railroad track\nYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant\nDa da da da da da da dum\nAt Alice's Restaurant\nSource: Musixmatch\nSongwriters: Arlo Guthrie\n\n}}}

Type the text for '14 December 2024'\n\n\nCity of New Orleans\nby Arlo Guthrie\n{{{\nG D G\n\nRiding on the City of New Orleans,\n\nEm C G\n\nIllinois Central, Monday morning rail,\n\n G D G\n\nThere are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,\n\nEm D G\n\nThree conductors, and twenty five sacks of mail.\n\n \n\n Em\n\nThey're all out on the southbound odyssey,\n\n Bm\n\nAnd the train pulls out of Kankakee,\n\nD A\n\n Rolls past the houses, farms and fields.\n\n \n\nEm\n\nPassing towns that have no name,\n\n Bm\n\nAnd freight yards full of old black men,\n\n D G\n\nAnd the graveyards of rusted automobiles.\n\n \n\n \n\n[Chorus]\n\nC D G\n\n Good morning America, how are you?\n\n Em C G\n\nSay don't you know me, I'm your native son.\n\nD G D Em\n\n I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,\n\n F C D G\n\nI'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.\n\n \n\n \n\n[Verse 2]\n\n \n\nDealing card games with the old men in the club cars,\n\nA penny a point, ain't no one keeping score.\n\nPass the paper bag that holds the bottle,\n\nAnd feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor.\n\n \n\nAnd the sons of Pullman porters,\n\nAnd the sons of engineers,\n\nRide their fathers' magic carpet made of steam.\n\n \n\nMothers with their babes asleep,\n\nRocking to the gentle beat,\n\nAnd the rhythm of the rails is all they dream.\n\n \n\n \n\n[Chorus]\n\nC D G\n\n Good morning America, how are you?\n\n Em C G\n\nSay don't you know me, I'm your native son.\n\nD G D Em\n\n I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,\n\n F C D G\n\nI'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.\n\n \n\n \n\n[Verse 3]\n\n \n\nNighttime on the City of New Orleans,\n\nChanging cars in Memphis, Tennesee.\n\nHalfway home, and we'll be there by morning,\n\nThrough the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.\n\n \n\nBut all the towns and people seem\n\nTo fade into a bad dream,\n\nThe steel rail still ain't heard the news.\n\n \n\nThe conductor sings his songs again,\n\nThe passengers will please refrain,\n\nThis train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.\n\n \n\n \n\n[Chorus]\n\nC D G\n\n Goodnight America, how are you?\n\n Em C G\n\nSay don't you know me, I'm your native son.\n\nD G D Em\n\n I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,\n\n F C D G\n\nI'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.\n\nX\n\n\n}}}