{no_grid:} # # For best printing results use -2 option with the chord program # ex. chord -2 album_bruised_orange.chordpro > album_bruised_orange.ps # This will print two logical pages per physical page. # The chord program can be found at: # olga sites /resources/misc/chord {t:"BRUISED ORANGE" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. FISH AND WHISTLE} {ci: 2. THERE SHE GOES} {ci: 3. IF YOU DON'T WANT MY LOVE} {ci: 4. THAT'S THE WAY THE WORLD GOES ROUND} {ci: 5. BRUISED ORANGE (CHAIN OF SORROW)} {ci: 6. SABU VISITS THE TWIN CITIES ALONE} {ci: 7. AW HECK} {ci: 8. CROOKED PIECE OF TIME} {ci: 9. IRON ORE BETTY} {ci:10. THE HOBO SONG} {ci: Oh Boy Records, 1978} # # Chords and enhancements by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com) # Initial Chords: # "That's The Way The World Goes Round" by Steve Putz (putz@parc.xerox.com) # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Fish and Whistle} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]I been thinking lately about the [C]people I [G]meet The [C]carwash on the [G]corner and the [D]hole in the street The [G]way my ankles hurt with [C]shoes on my feet And I'm [G]wondering if I'm [D]gonna see tom[G]orrow {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G]Father forgive us for [C]what we must [G]do [C]You forgive [G]us we'll [D]forget you [G]We'll forgive each other till we [C]both turn blue Then we'll [G]whistle and go [D]fishing in [G]Heaven {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]I was in the army but I [C]never dug a [G]trench [C]I used to bust my [G]knuckles on a [D]monkey wrench Then I'd [G]go to town and drink and [C]give the girls a pinch But I [G]don't think they [D]ever even [G]noticed me {ci:Repeat chorus:} [D]Fish and whistle Whistle and fish [G]Eat every thing that they put on your dish And [C]when we get through we'll [G]make a big wish That we [A7]never have to do this [D7]again Again? Again??? [G]On my very first job I said [C]"thank you" and [G]"please" They [C]made me scrub a [G]parking lot [D]down on my knees [G]Then I got fired for [C]being scared of bees And they [G]only give me [D]fifty cents and [G]hour {ci:Repeat Chorus} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # [D]Fish and whistle Whistle and fish [G]Eat every thing that they put on your dish And [C]when we get through we'll [G]make a big wish That we [A7]never have to do this [D7]again Again? Again??? {ci:Repeat Chorus} {ci:Ending:} [G]We'll whistle and go [D]fishing in [G]Heaven [G]We'll whistle and go [D]fishing in [G]Heaven {ci:Repeat and fade:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:There She Goes} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro} [E] # [E]Hey, there she goes Well, I thought she'd never leave Heaven kn[A]ows You know it sure gives me the creeps You know I went and[E] loved that woman to the power of the height We both got jivin' fever screwed our heads uptight Then it came to blo[B7]ws Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, there she goe[E]s Hey, there she goes [E]Hey there she goes Just a walkin' down the street I suppos[A]e The next fellow that she meets Should have her h[E]ead examined by an x-ray machine So he can see all those pictures that I've already seen Just so he kno[B7]ws Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, there she goe[E]s Hey, there she goes [E7]Well, there [A]must be something somewhere That makes me want to hurt myself insi[E]de Yeah, we were [A]regular Dr. Jekyll But together, we were Mr. and Mrs. Hy[B7]de What a rough rough ride [E] [E]Hey, there she goes She's walking out on me with all her cloth[A]es Lookin' fine as she could be Well, I seen her on[E] down at the courthouse I was sober as the judge We'd tried to talk things over but the grudge just wouldn't budge I said Adi[B7]os Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, there she goe[E]s Hey, there she goes [E7]Well, there [A]must be something somewhere That makes me want to hurt myself insi[E]de Yeah, we were [A]regular Dr. Jekyll But together, we were Mr. and Mrs. Hy[B7]de What a rough rough ride [E] [E]Hey there she goes Well, I thought she'd never leave Heaven kn[A]ows You know it sure gives me the creeps You know I went and[E] loved that woman to the power of the height We both got jivin' fever screwed our heads uptight Then it came to blo[B7]ws Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, there she goe[E]s Hey, there she goes (Repeat and Fade) # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:If You Don't Want My Love} {st:(John Prine/Phil Spector)} # {ci:Intro: Recorded key of Db/Capo on 1} [C] # If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e [F]I know who I'll [C]give it to If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e [F] Anymo[C]re If [C]you don't want the thri[G7]ll If [C]you don't want the thri[G7]ll If [C]you don't want the thri[G7]ll [F]I know who I [C]know who will If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e [F] Anymo[C]re If [F]that's the way that the [C]world goes round Then the [F]that's the way that it all[C] comes down And when [F]you want me I won't b[C]e around If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e [F]I know who I'll [C]give it to If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e If [C]you don't want my lov[G7]e [F] Anymo[C]re [C] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:That's The Way The World Goes Round} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] # W[F]ell I know a guy that's got a lot to lose, He's a p[Bb]retty nice fella, kinda confused. He's got m[F]uscles in his head ain't never been used, He thinks he owns half of this t[C]own. St[F]arts drinkin' heavy, gets a big red nose, [Bb]Beats his old lady with a rubber hose Then he t[F]akes her out to dinner, buys her new clothes, That's the w[C]ay that the world goes 'r[F]ound. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Th[F]at's the way that the world goes 'round, You're [Bb]up one day, the next you're down, It's h[F]alf inch of water, but you think you're gonna drown, That's the way that the w[C]orld goes 'r[F]ound. {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] # [F]I was sittin' in the bathtub, a-countin' my toes, When the [Bb]radiator broke, the water all froze. I got [F]stuck in the ice, without my clothes, Naked as the eyes of a cl[C]own. I was [F]crying those ice cubes, hoping I'd croak, When the [Bb]sun came through the window, the ice all broke. I [F]stood up and laughed; I thought it was a joke, That's the [C]way that the world goes 'ro[F]und. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] # {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} That's the way that the [C]world goes 'ro[F]und, That's the way that the [C]world ......goes 'r[F]ound. [F] [Bb] [F] [C] [F] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [A] # M[A]y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley Like a [D]long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a [A]cold winter's morning to a [E7]church house Just to shovel some [A]snow I heard sirens on the train track Howl naked gettin' nuder An [D]alter boy's been hit by a local commuter Just from [A]walking with his back turned to the [E7]train That was comming so [A]slow [A7] {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} You can [D]gaze out the window Get mad and get madder Throw you [A]hands in the air Say "What does it matter?" But it [E7]don't do no good to get angry So help me I [A]know [A7] For a [D]heart stained in anger Grows weak and grows bitter You be[A]come your own prisoner As you watch yourself sit there wrapped [E7]up in a trap Of your very own chain of [A]sorrow. {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [A] [D] [A] [E] [A] # I been [A]brought down to zero Pulled out and put back there I [D]sat on the park bench kissed the girl with the black hair And my [A]head shouted down to my [E7]heart You better look out be[A]low. Hey, it ain't such a long drop Don't stammer. Don't stutter From the [D]diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter And you [A]carry those bruises to [E7]remind you Wherever you [A]go. [A7] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} M[A]y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley Like a [D]long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a [A]cold winter's morning to a [E7]church house Just to shovel some [A]snow I heard sirens on the train track Howl naked gettin' nuder An [D]alter boy's been hit by a local commuter Just from [A]walking with his back turned to the [E7]train That was comming so [A]slow [A7] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental and Fade} [A] [D] [A] [E] [A] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Sabu Visits the Twin Cities Alone} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D7] [G] [G] [C] [D7] [G] # The [G]movie wasn't really doing do [C]hot Said the [D7]new producer to the old big [G]shot It's dying on the edge of the Great Mid[C]west Sa[D7]bu must tour or forever [G]rest {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G]Hey look Ma here comes the elephant boy [C]Bundled all up in his corduroy [D7]Headed down south towards Illinois From the jungles of East St. [G]Paul {eoc:} His [G]manager sat in the office [C]alone St[D7]aring at the numbers on the tel[G]ephone Wondering how a man could send a child [C]actor To vi[D7]sit in the land of the wind chill fa[G]ctor {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [D7] [G] [G] [C] [D7] [G] # S[G]abu was sad the whole tour st[C]unk The ai[D7]rlines lost the elephant's tr[G]unk The roadie got the rabies, the scabies and the [C]flu They was [D7]low on morale but they was high on [G]-- {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} From the [D7]jungles of East St. [G]Paul From the [D7]jungles of East St. [G]Paul # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Aw Heck} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [E] # I[E] could be happy as a sardine in a c[B]an Just long as I g[A]ot my woma[B]n I could [E]run stark naked and live in an old oak t[B]ree Just as lo[A]ng as she's with m[B]e My wom[E]an m[A]mm h[G#m]mm h[F#m]mm h[E]mm The c[E]annibals can catch me and fry me in a pa[B]n Just long as I g[A]ot my woma[B]n I could [E]get the electric chair for a phoney ra[B]p Just as sh[A]e is setting in my la[B]p My wom[E]an m[A]mm h[G#m]mm h[F#m]mm h[E]mm [B7]I'd run a mile just to see her smile And put her lovin' arms around my n[A7]eck Aw heck My [B]spine starts a tingling And bells start a ringling When she's with [A]me Can't you s[B]ee They could [E]torture me and stretch me like a rubber ba[B]nd As long as I g[A]ot my wom[B]an I could [E]jump off a cliff and never have no fe[B]ar Just a lon[A]g as she is nea[B]r My wom[E]an m[A]mm h[G#m]mm h[F#m]mm h[E]mm m[A]mm h[G#m]mm h[F#m]mm h[E]mm (Repeat and Fade) # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Crooked Piece of Time} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [A7] [D] [C] [D] [G] # [G]Things got rough, things got tough, Thin[C]gs got h[G]arder than [A7]hard W[D7]e were just tryin' to make a living In o[C]ur ba[D]ck ya[G]rd We were born to late, died too soon. Anx[C]iety's a [G]terrible c[A7]rime If you [D7]can't come now, don't come at all 'Cause it's a cr[C]ooked pi[D]ece of ti[G]me {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} It's a [G]crooked piece of time that we live in [C] [G] [A7] A[D7]ll in all and all in all, it was a cr[C]ooked p[D]iece of t[G]ime {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [A7] [D] [C] [D] [G] # [G]Yesterday morning, an i[C]ll wi[G]nd c[A7]ame [D7]Blew your picture right out[C] of the [D]picture [G]frame Even blew the candle out from un[C]derne[G]ath the [A7]flame [D7]Yesterday morning an i[C]ll wi[D]nd c[G]ame {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [A7] [D] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [G] [A7] [D] [C] [D] [G] # [G]Things got rough, things got tough, Thin[C]gs got h[G]arder than [A7]hard W[D7]e were just tryin' to make a living In o[C]ur ba[D]ck ya[G]rd We were born to late, died too soon. Anx[C]iety's a [G]terrible c[A7]rime If you [D7]can't come now, don't come at all 'Cause it's a cr[C]ooked pi[D]ece of ti[G]me {ci:Repeat Chorus:} It's a cr[C]ooked [D]piece of [G]time It's a cr[C]ooked [D]piece of [G]time # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Iron Ore Betty} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # Yea[G]h, I'm going steady with Iron Ore Betty And sh[C]e's going steady with m[G]e We receive our mail in the same mailbox And we w[A]atch the same T[D].V. I got ru[C]gburns on my elb[G]ows She's got 'em on her kn[C]ees. Yeah, I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me [G7] [C7] [G7] [A7] [D] [G7] [C7] [G7] [D] [G7] # H[G]ey, I been pickin' my brains out. I been w[C]orkin' at the hardware st[G]ore I been trying to put a chicken in the window [A]Chase away the wolf from the do[D]or B[C]etty's been down in the ir[G]on ore mine Bringin' home ene[C]rgy Yeah, I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me [G7] [C7] [G7] [A7] [D] [G7] [C7] [G7] [D] [G7] # I[G] been speaking to her in English She's been sp[C]eakin' in the English to[G]o We always speak the same language Cause we're a[A]lways gettin' thro[D]ugh Well, I [C]met her at a dance at the Un[G]ion Hall It was a night with Daddy [C]G. Yeah, I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me [G7] [C7] [G7] [A7] [D] [G7] [C7] [G7] [D] [G7] # Yea[G]h, I'm going steady with Iron Ore Betty And sh[C]e's going steady with m[G]e We receive our mail in the same mailbox And we w[A]atch the same T[D].V. I got ru[C]gburns on my elb[G]ows She's got 'em on her kn[C]ees. Yeah, I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me Yeah, [C]I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me Yeah, [C]I'm going steady with Ir[G]on Ore Betty Sh[D]e's going steady with [G]me [G7] [C7] [G7] [A7] [D] [G7] [C7] [G7] [D] [G7] # # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Hobo Song} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [E] [B] [E] # There was a time[E] when [A]lonely men would wa[E]nder Thru this lan[B]d rolling aimlessly alon[E]g [B] So many time[E]s I've [A]heard of there sad st[E]ory Written in the word[B]s of dead men's song[E]s [E]Down through the years many men ha[A]ve yearned for fr[E]eedom Some fou[B]nd it only on the open [E]road [B] So many t[E]ears of bl[A]ood have fell ar[E]ound us Cause you can't always [B]do what you are [E]told P[E]lease tell me where ha[A]ve all the hobos g[E]one to I see no [B]fire burning down by the [E]rusty railroad tr[B]ack Could it [E]be that t[A]ime has gone and l[E]eft them Tied up in life's et[B]ernal traveling s[E]ack [B] [E] Spoken: Last Sunday [E]night I wrote a [A]letter to my [E]loved ones. I signed my [B]name and knew I'd stayed away too l[E]ong [B] There was a [E]time when my [A]heart was free to [E]wander, And I re[B]member as I sing this hobo s[E]ong P[E]lease tell me where ha[A]ve all the hobos g[E]one to I see no [B]fire burning down by the [E]rusty railroad tr[B]ack Could it [E]be that t[A]ime has gone and l[E]eft them Tied up in life's et[B]ernal traveling s[E]ack Tied up in life's ete[B]rnal traveling sa[E]ck #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Bruised Orange" by John Prine--} #---------------------------------------------------------------------