C Am Fm G C Am Fm G
I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by
Cuz I'm sleepwalking, I'm sleepwalking
A mutual friend's parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down to the riverside
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
whiskey bar
"Alabama Song"
the Doors
Album: The Doors
Intro: Keep strumming Am several times.
Am
Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
Am
Show me the way To the next whiskey bar
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
Am
For if we don't find The next whiskey bar,
F#m D7
I tell you we must die
F#m D7
I tell you we must die
F#m D7
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
(drop-down organ riff)
Chorus #1:
F E
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
G G7 C C7 C
We've lost our good old mama And must
C7 F
have whiskey, oh, you now why
Chorus #2:
F E
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
Eb F
We've lost our good old mama
C C7 F
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why.....Yeah!
(Get the idea?? :O) well, keep going the same way)
Well, show me the way To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
*Instrumental Break* (Play the same chords as for the 1st chorus)
Chorus #2:
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
the Doors
Album: The Doors
Intro: Keep strumming Am several times.
Am
Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
Am
Show me the way To the next whiskey bar
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
F#m D7
Oh, don't ask why
Am
For if we don't find The next whiskey bar,
F#m D7
I tell you we must die
F#m D7
I tell you we must die
F#m D7
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
(drop-down organ riff)
Chorus #1:
F E
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
G G7 C C7 C
We've lost our good old mama And must
C7 F
have whiskey, oh, you now why
Chorus #2:
F E
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
Eb F
We've lost our good old mama
C C7 F
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why.....Yeah!
(Get the idea?? :O) well, keep going the same way)
Well, show me the way To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
*Instrumental Break* (Play the same chords as for the 1st chorus)
Chorus #2:
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
hobo's lullaby
D G
Go to sleep, you weary hobo,
A7 D
Let the towns drift slowly by.
D D7 Em
Listen to those steel rails hummin'?
A7 D
That's a hobo's lullaby
D G
Ho Ho-Ho-Ho, Ho Ho-Ho-Ho
A7 D
Ho Ha-Ho-Ho, Ho-Ho
D D7 Em
Ho Ha-Ho Ho-Ho-Ho, Ho Ha-Ho Ho-Ho-Ho
D G
Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow,
A7 D
Let tomorrow come and go;
D D7 Em
Tonight you're in a nice warm box car,
A7 D
Safe from all the wind and snow.
D G
I know the breakman cause you trouble;
A7 D
They cause you trouble everywhere.
D D7 Em
But when you die and go to heaven
A7 D
You'll find no breakman there.
Go to sleep, you weary hobo,
A7 D
Let the towns drift slowly by.
D D7 Em
Listen to those steel rails hummin'?
A7 D
That's a hobo's lullaby
D G
Ho Ho-Ho-Ho, Ho Ho-Ho-Ho
A7 D
Ho Ha-Ho-Ho, Ho-Ho
D D7 Em
Ho Ha-Ho Ho-Ho-Ho, Ho Ha-Ho Ho-Ho-Ho
D G
Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow,
A7 D
Let tomorrow come and go;
D D7 Em
Tonight you're in a nice warm box car,
A7 D
Safe from all the wind and snow.
D G
I know the breakman cause you trouble;
A7 D
They cause you trouble everywhere.
D D7 Em
But when you die and go to heaven
A7 D
You'll find no breakman there.
shady grove
Shady Grove
Traditional
the chords in () are optional to "spice up" the melody if the continual Dm gets boring to you
play in a 2/4 upbeat rhythm, remember this is a dancin' tune
Intro: Dm
Dm (C)
Peaches in the summertime,
Dm (C) Dm
Apples in the fall,
C
If I can't get the girl I love,
Am Dm
Won't have none at all.
Chorus:
Dm (C)
Shady grove, my true love,
Dm (C) Dm
Shady grove, I know,
C
Shady grove, my true love,
Am Dm
I'm bound for the shady grove.
Once I was a little boy,
Playin' in the sand,
Now I am a great big boy,
I think myself a man,
Chorus
When I was a little boy,
I wanted a whittlin' knife;
Now I am a great big boy
And I want a little wife.
Chorus
Wish I had a banjo string,
Made of golden twine,
And every tune I'd pick on it
Is "I wish that girl were mine."
Chorus
Some come here to fiddle and dance,
Some come here to tarry,
Some come here to fiddle and dance,
I come here to marry.
Chorus
Every night when I go home,
My wife, I try to please her,
The more I try, the worse she gets,
Damned if I don't leave her.
Chorus 2:
Shady grove, my little love,
Shady grove, my darlin',
Shady grove, my little love,
I'm going back to Harlan.
Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Fly around, my daisy,
Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Nearly drive me crazy.
Chorus 2
The very next time I go that road
And it don't look so dark and grazy,
The very next time I come that road
I'll stop and see my daisy.
Traditional
the chords in () are optional to "spice up" the melody if the continual Dm gets boring to you
play in a 2/4 upbeat rhythm, remember this is a dancin' tune
Intro: Dm
Dm (C)
Peaches in the summertime,
Dm (C) Dm
Apples in the fall,
C
If I can't get the girl I love,
Am Dm
Won't have none at all.
Chorus:
Dm (C)
Shady grove, my true love,
Dm (C) Dm
Shady grove, I know,
C
Shady grove, my true love,
Am Dm
I'm bound for the shady grove.
Once I was a little boy,
Playin' in the sand,
Now I am a great big boy,
I think myself a man,
Chorus
When I was a little boy,
I wanted a whittlin' knife;
Now I am a great big boy
And I want a little wife.
Chorus
Wish I had a banjo string,
Made of golden twine,
And every tune I'd pick on it
Is "I wish that girl were mine."
Chorus
Some come here to fiddle and dance,
Some come here to tarry,
Some come here to fiddle and dance,
I come here to marry.
Chorus
Every night when I go home,
My wife, I try to please her,
The more I try, the worse she gets,
Damned if I don't leave her.
Chorus 2:
Shady grove, my little love,
Shady grove, my darlin',
Shady grove, my little love,
I'm going back to Harlan.
Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Fly around, my daisy,
Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Nearly drive me crazy.
Chorus 2
The very next time I go that road
And it don't look so dark and grazy,
The very next time I come that road
I'll stop and see my daisy.
Hard traveling
Hallelujah, Im A Bum
- Lyrics & Chords
G
Why don't you work like other men do?
D7
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
Chorus :
G
Halle lujah, I'm a bum
D7
Hallelujah, bum a gain!
G
Halle lujah, give us a handout
D7 G
To re vive us again.
Oh, I love my boss, and my boss loves me,
And that is the reason that I'm so hungry.
Oh, springtime has come, and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, and without any bail.
I went to a house, and I knocked on the door,
The lady said, "Run, bum, you've been here before."
I went to a house, and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, said, "The baker is dead."
When springtime does come, oh, won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the bum.
If I was to work, and save all I earn,
I could buy me a bar and have money to burn.
I passed by a saloon, and heard someone snore,
And I found the bartender asleep on the floor.
I stayed there and drank till a copper came in,
And he put me asleep with a slap on the chin.
Next morning in court I was still in a haze
When the judge looked at me, he said, "Thirty days."
- Lyrics & Chords
G
Why don't you work like other men do?
D7
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
Chorus :
G
Halle lujah, I'm a bum
D7
Hallelujah, bum a gain!
G
Halle lujah, give us a handout
D7 G
To re vive us again.
Oh, I love my boss, and my boss loves me,
And that is the reason that I'm so hungry.
Oh, springtime has come, and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, and without any bail.
I went to a house, and I knocked on the door,
The lady said, "Run, bum, you've been here before."
I went to a house, and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, said, "The baker is dead."
When springtime does come, oh, won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the bum.
If I was to work, and save all I earn,
I could buy me a bar and have money to burn.
I passed by a saloon, and heard someone snore,
And I found the bartender asleep on the floor.
I stayed there and drank till a copper came in,
And he put me asleep with a slap on the chin.
Next morning in court I was still in a haze
When the judge looked at me, he said, "Thirty days."
Hallelujah, I'm a bum
Hallelujah, Im A Bum
- Lyrics & Chords
G
Why don't you work like other men do?
D7
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
Chorus :
G
Halle lujah, I'm a bum
D7
Hallelujah, bum a gain!
G
Halle lujah, give us a handout
D7 G
To re vive us again.
Oh, I love my boss, and my boss loves me,
And that is the reason that I'm so hungry.
Oh, springtime has come, and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, and without any bail.
I went to a house, and I knocked on the door,
The lady said, "Run, bum, you've been here before."
I went to a house, and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, said, "The baker is dead."
When springtime does come, oh, won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the bum.
If I was to work, and save all I earn,
I could buy me a bar and have money to burn.
I passed by a saloon, and heard someone snore,
And I found the bartender asleep on the floor.
I stayed there and drank till a copper came in,
And he put me asleep with a slap on the chin.
Next morning in court I was still in a haze
When the judge looked at me, he said, "Thirty days."
- Lyrics & Chords
G
Why don't you work like other men do?
D7
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
Chorus :
G
Halle lujah, I'm a bum
D7
Hallelujah, bum a gain!
G
Halle lujah, give us a handout
D7 G
To re vive us again.
Oh, I love my boss, and my boss loves me,
And that is the reason that I'm so hungry.
Oh, springtime has come, and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, and without any bail.
I went to a house, and I knocked on the door,
The lady said, "Run, bum, you've been here before."
I went to a house, and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, said, "The baker is dead."
When springtime does come, oh, won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the bum.
If I was to work, and save all I earn,
I could buy me a bar and have money to burn.
I passed by a saloon, and heard someone snore,
And I found the bartender asleep on the floor.
I stayed there and drank till a copper came in,
And he put me asleep with a slap on the chin.
Next morning in court I was still in a haze
When the judge looked at me, he said, "Thirty days."
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Polar opposites
(switch B5 with g? for uke)
D5 A5 B5 D5
Polar o pposites don't push aw ay
D5 A5 B5 D5
It's the sa me on the w eekends as the rest of the da ys
D5 A5 B5 D5
And I know I should go but I'll probably s tay
D5 A5 B5 D5
And that's all you can do about some t hings
*Chorus
D5 A5 B5 D5 D5 A5
I'm trying, I'm t rying to dr ink away the part of the day
B5 D5
That I cannot sleep away
D5 A5 B5 D5 D5 A5
I'm trying, I'm t rying to dr ink away the part of the day
B5 D5
That I cannot sleep away
Two one eyed dogs, they're looking at stereos
Hi-fi Gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground
These vibrations oil its teeth
Primer gray is the color when you're done dying
I'm trying, I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
I'm trying, I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
D5 A5 B5 D5
Polar o pposites don't push aw ay
D5 A5 B5 D5
It's the sa me on the w eekends as the rest of the da ys
D5 A5 B5 D5
And I know I should go but I'll probably s tay
D5 A5 B5 D5
And that's all you can do about some t hings
*Chorus
D5 A5 B5 D5 D5 A5
I'm trying, I'm t rying to dr ink away the part of the day
B5 D5
That I cannot sleep away
D5 A5 B5 D5 D5 A5
I'm trying, I'm t rying to dr ink away the part of the day
B5 D5
That I cannot sleep away
Two one eyed dogs, they're looking at stereos
Hi-fi Gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground
These vibrations oil its teeth
Primer gray is the color when you're done dying
I'm trying, I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
I'm trying, I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
Dramamine
A G E
Traveling, swallowing Dramamine
Feeling spaced, breathing out Listerine
I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell you
And that you'd killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean
But I still can't focus on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Traveling, swallowing Dramamine
Look at your face like you're killed in a dream
And you think you've figured out everything
I think I know my geometry pretty damn well
You say what you need so you'll get more
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I said and you know what I mean
But I can't still focus on anything
Traveling, swallowing Dramamine
Feeling spaced, breathing out Listerine
I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell you
And that you'd killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean
But I still can't focus on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Traveling, swallowing Dramamine
Look at your face like you're killed in a dream
And you think you've figured out everything
I think I know my geometry pretty damn well
You say what you need so you'll get more
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I said and you know what I mean
But I can't still focus on anything
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
hard travelin'
G /E /D /a-B G [etc.]
Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
G A D
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
G C
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
D G
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been ridin' them blind passengers, I thought you knowed.
I've been ridin' in fast wheelers, way down the road.
Blind passengers, flat wheelers, dead enders, kicking up cinders
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Ooh, I've been workin' in a hard rock tunnel, I thought you knowed.
I've been pourin' red hot slag way down the road.
I've been a-blastin' an' I've been firin' an' I've been pourin' the red hot iron
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been walkin' that Lincoln Highway, I thought you knowed.
I've been hitchin' on the '66, way down the road.
Heavy load, a worried man, I'm a-lookin' for a woman that's a-hard to find
I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed.
North Dakota to Kansas City way down the road.
Bunchin' that wheat an' stacking that hay, trying to make about a dollar a day
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been locked in a hard rock jail, I thought you knowed.
I've been layin' out ninety days, way down the road.
The mean old judge he says to me, "That's a-ninety days for vagrancy."
An' I've been hittin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd
Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
G A D
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
G C
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
D G
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been ridin' them blind passengers, I thought you knowed.
I've been ridin' in fast wheelers, way down the road.
Blind passengers, flat wheelers, dead enders, kicking up cinders
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Ooh, I've been workin' in a hard rock tunnel, I thought you knowed.
I've been pourin' red hot slag way down the road.
I've been a-blastin' an' I've been firin' an' I've been pourin' the red hot iron
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been walkin' that Lincoln Highway, I thought you knowed.
I've been hitchin' on the '66, way down the road.
Heavy load, a worried man, I'm a-lookin' for a woman that's a-hard to find
I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed.
North Dakota to Kansas City way down the road.
Bunchin' that wheat an' stacking that hay, trying to make about a dollar a day
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been locked in a hard rock jail, I thought you knowed.
I've been layin' out ninety days, way down the road.
The mean old judge he says to me, "That's a-ninety days for vagrancy."
An' I've been hittin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd
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