{no_grid:} {t:"COMMON SENSE" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. MIDDLEMAN} {ci: 2. COMMON SENSE} {ci: 3. COME BACK TO US BARABRA LEWIS HARE KRISHNA BEAUREGARD} {ci: 4. WEDDING DAY IN FUNERALVILLE} {ci: 5. WAY DOWN} {ci: 6. MY OWN BEST FRIEND} {ci: 7. FORBIDDEN JIMMY} {ci: 8. SADDLE IN THE RAIN} {ci: 9. THAT CLOSE TO YOU} {ci:10. HE WAS IN HEAVEN BEFORE HE DIED} {ci:11. YOU NEVER CAN TELL} {ci: Atlantic Records, 1975} #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Middleman} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E] # [E]I was sitting in a diner With a girl named Flo She wo[A]uldn't say yes But she couldn't say no She said "Da[E]rling, C[B7]an I get a middle m[E]an?" She is engaged to a fellow On the lay-a-way plan Ca[A]rried all her money in a coffee can She said "Dar[E]ling, C[B7]an I get a middle m[E]an?" [A]The cook looked over With a short order face Dr[E]opped a fork And he saw Flo's legs St[A]raighted his apron And burnt my eggs I got co[B7]mpetition everywhere I go these days [E]Leaning on the juke box Lookin' real good Like Nat[A]alie Wood On a Pontiac hood I said "Dar[E]ling, I t[B7]hink I need a little h[E]and" Ya see, I've seen my downs I've seen my ups I've seen mi[A]niature dogs in coffee cups But "Da[E]rling, I a[B7]in't never seen a middle m[E]an" F[A]lo talked slow like real wet paint She said "A mi[E]ddle man's there When the other ones ain't He's g[A]ot a left handed manner That leans to the right Sle[B7]eps all day And keeps it up all night..." I [E]got an Aunt in Ohio And a boat that won't row Some Ve[A]terans Insurance and nowhere to go "Da[E]rling, C[B7]an I be your middle m[E]an?" If [A]I could get the money in that coffee can I could op[E]en me up a lemonade stand Se[A]nd all the kids off to Pakistan M[B7]ake Flo happy if I can {ci:Instrumental:} [A] [E] [A] [B7] # [E]Jerry Jahoney and Johnny B. Goode Are go[A]nna buy me a house in Hollywood "Da[E]rling, I th[B7]ink I got the perfect p[E]lan" Save half a dollars A sell 'em to France Bu[A]y us a record and learn how to dance And Da[E]rling I'll a[B7]lways be your middle Dar[E]ling go b[B7]uy a griddle Dar[E]ling I w[B7]anna be your middle m[E]an" [E7] # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Common Sense} d {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D] [G] # Y[G]ou can't live together You can't live al[C]one Co[D]nsidering the weather Oh, my, how you've gr[G]own From the men in the factories To the wild kangar[C]oo Like those bi[D]rds of a feather They're gathering together And feeling exactly like y[G]ou T[G]hey got mesmerized by lullabies And limbo danced in pa[C]irs Please lock that d[D]oor It don't make much sense that common sense Don't make no sense no mo[G]re. Just b[C]etween y[D]ou and [G]me It's li[C]ke... pu[G]lling when you ou[D]ght to be sho[G]vin' L[C]ike........ a n[G]un with her he[D]ad in the o[G]ven Pl[C]ease...... don't t[G]ell me that this rea[D]lly wasn't not[G]hing {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [D] [G] # [G]One of these days One of these ni[C]ghts Y[D]ou'll take off your hat And they'll read you your rig[G]hts You'll wanna get high Everytime you feel l[C]ow Hey, Qu[D]een Isabella Stay away from that fella He'll just get you into trouble, you k[G]now? But t[G]hey came here by boats And they came here by pl[C]ane T[D]hey blistered their hands And they burned out their br[G]ain All dreaming a dream That'll never come t[C]rue Hey, don't g[D]ive me no trouble Or I'll call up my double We'll play piggy-in-the-middle with y[G]ou Y[G]ou'll get mesmerized by alibis And limbo dance in p[C]airs Please lock that d[D]oor It don't make much sense that common sense Don't make no sense no m[G]ore. It don't ma[D]ke much sense that common sense Don't make no sense no m[G]ore. # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Come Back To Us Barabra Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [F] [C] [G] [C] # T[C]he last time that I saw her She was stan[F]ding [A7]in the r[D7]ain With her ov[G]ercoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead c[C]ane She said "Carl, take all the money" She called e[F]veryb[A7]ody Ca[D7]rl My sp[G]irit's broke My mind's a joke, And getting up's real h[C]ard. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Don't you k[F]now her when you see her? She gr[C]ew up in your backy[F]ard Come back to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Krish[G]na Beaureg[C]ard [F] [C] [G] [C] {eoc:} [C]Selling Bibles at the airports Buying qu[F]ayludes [A7]on the ph[D7]one Hey, you t[G]alk about a paper route She's a shut-in without a h[C]ome God save her, please She's nailed her knees to some d[F]rugstore pa[A7]rking l[D7]ot Hey, Mr. Br[G]own turn the volume down I believe this evening's sh[C]ot {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [C]Can't you picture her next Thursday? Can you pi[F]cture h[A7]er at a[D7]ll? In the Ho[G]tel Boulderado At the dark end of the h[C]all I gotta shake myself and wonder Why she e[F]ven bot[A7]hers [D7]me For if hearta[G]ches were commercials We'd all be on T.[C]V. Don't you k[F]now her when you see her? She gr[C]ew up in your backya[F]rd Come back to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Krish[G]na Beaureg[C]ard Come b[F]ack to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Kr[G]ishna Beaurega[C]rd [G] [C] # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Wedding Day In Funeralville} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # It's [C]Wedding Day in Funeralville Your so[F]up spoon's on your ri[C]ght The King and Queen will alt[E7]ernate With the r[F]efrigerator li[G]ght They'll be b[F]oxing on the T[C].V. show The co[F]lored kids will s[G]ing Hoo-r[F]ay for you and midn[C]ight's oil Let's b[F]urn the wh[G]ole damn th[C]ing [F] [C] [F] [G] [C] [F] [C] F[C]elcia is my dark horse girl I'll t[F]ake her if it ra[C]ins She throws up punch up[E7]on the host And says m[F]any stupid thi[G]ngs But she a[F]in't so bad when we're a[C]ll alone She as di[F]fferent as can [G]be She's a pa[F]rt of my heart Dont'cha p[C]ull us apart She's like o[F]ne of the [G]fami[C]ly [F] [C] {ci:Chorus: } {soc:} [G]Oh no! Trouble in the attic Won't som[F]ebody turn on a li[C]ght [F] [C] [G]Got so, so many troubles Can't e[F]ven tell wrong from ri[C]ght [F] [C] I'm gonna comb my hair Darn my socks Tip my hat and say good ni[F]ght It's Wedding Day in Fu[C]neralville What sh[F]all I w[G]ear toni[C]ght? [F] [C] It's Wedding Day in Funeralville What sh[F]all I w[G]ear ton[C]ight? [F] [C] {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [F] [C] [E7] [F] [G] [F] [C] [F] [G] [F] [C] [F] [G] [C] [F] [C] # [C]My car is stuck in Washington And I c[F]annot find out w[C]hy Come sit beside me [E7]on the swing And wa[F]tch the angels c[G]ry It's a[F]nybody's ballga[C]me It's e[F]verybody's fi[G]ght And the st[F]reetlamp said as he no[C]dded his head It's lo[F]nesome o[G]ut toni[C]ght [F] [C] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Way Down} {st:John Prine} {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} W[C]ay d[G]own W[F]ay down [C]it must be [F]I can't stop this mis[C]ery [G]It must be w[F]ay d[C]own [F] [C] {eoc:} S[C]pring is just a sm[G]ile away La[F]ughing at a s[C]ummer day Tu[F]rn around lo[C]ok at Fall Wi[G]nter, hear my lon[F]ely c[C]all {ci:Repeat Chorus:} T[C]he air is thin and the s[G]ky is fat I'm go[F]nna buy me a br[C]and new hat W[F]ear it out and [C]go insane Ch[G]rist, I hope it ne[F]ver ra[C]ins {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [G] [F] [C] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [F] [C] # Tho[C]ught I saw a n[G]eon sign Fl[F]ash my name wi[C]th the time Pr[F]obably didn't s[C]ee a thing Cr[G]azy dreams and a b[F]roken w[C]ing {ci:Repeat Chorus:} H[C]ow ya gonna g[G]et sunshine Pe[F]eking thru venet[C]ian blinds Do[F]n't you know a[C]ll that fear Be[G]gins and ends the sa[F]me place a'h[C]ere {ci:Repeat Chorus:} S[C]pring is just a s[G]mile away Lau[F]ghing at a su[C]mmer day Tu[F]rn around l[C]ook at Fall Wi[G]nter, hear my l[F]onely c[C]all # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:My Own Best Friend} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] # I'm beginning to li[C]ke you But, you know that ain't ri[G]ght 'Cause you'll just tw[D]ist and twist and twist Till I'm all crooked in[G]side Then you'll take all you g[C]ave me Like it never was th[G]ere And I th[D]ink that I might, No! I know Yes, I will help you th[G]ere 'Cause.... {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} I've done it bef[G]ore A[C]nd I'd do it ag[G]ain 'Cause it's the o[D]nly time That makes me feel like I'm My own best fri[G]end {eoc:} I'm a victim of fric[C]tion I got too close to s[G]ee Yeah, we spa[D]rked in the dark And God hung a light on [G]me And the lamp gets real h[C]eavy Hangs from my he[G]art And it co[D]mes And it goes Till I can't tell the difference ap[G]art But.... {ci:Repeat chorus:} So many pe[D]ople say I'll never work out th[G]at way You can't st[B7]and the heat While you're watching your heart just m[C]elt away In the basement on a r[A]ainy day [D]La la la [C]La la la [Bm]La la la La la la La [D]La..... There's a motel in Shreve[C]port Don't ask me where, pl[G]ease They check [D]in They check out By the light of the color T.[G]V.'s The maid calls you Ho[C]ney She makes your bed sl[G]ow And she spe[D]aks Of the sheets That don't fit But you know that she kn[G]ows That..... I've done it bef[G]ore A[C]nd I'd do it ag[G]ain 'Cause it's the o[D]nly time That makes me feel like I'm My own best fr[G]iend My own best friend My own best friend My own best friend # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Forbidden Jimmy} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D] [G] # Fo[G]rbidden Jimmy Has got a mighty sore to[D]oth From biting too many di[C]mes [D]in a telephone bo[G]oth He's got half of his bootlace tied to the d[D]ial Thank you o[C]perator [D]for getting Jimmy to sm[G]ile "C[G]all out the Coast Guard" screamed the Po[D]lice Forbidden Ji[C]mmy, [D]he's got three water s[G]kis He put two on his wavelength And gave one to his g[D]irl She's a mighty fine pe[C]rson [D]It's a mighty fine wo[G]rld {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} I[G]'m gonna make all your sor[C]rows bright Set your soul f[G]ree I'll see you to[C]morrow night If I can still s[D]ee {eoc:} Ginger C[G]aputo and Dorian Gr[D]ay Oughtta stay out of pic[C]tures [D]If they got nothin' to s[G]ay Stack 'em back on the rack Jack Ya know, you're hurting my e[D]ye Forbidden Ji[C]mmy [D]he's getting ready to f[G]ly {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [D] [C] [D] [G] [D] [C] [D] [G] # {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]I got caught cooking popcorn And calling it H[D]ail They wanna stick my h[C]ead i[D]nside a water p[G]ail Ya know, they're gonna be sorry They're gonna pay for it t[D]oo Forbidden J[C]immy [D]he's coming straight at y[G]ou. {ci:Instrumental and Ending:} [G] [D] [C] [D] [G] [D] [C] [D] [G] # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Saddle In The Rain} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [Em] # [Em]I wish, I hope, I wonder Where you're at so[A]metimes Is y[Em]our back against the wall? Or just ac[A]ross the line Have you been sta[Em]nding in the rain Reciting nursery rh[A]ymes Trying to re[Em]call some long lost kind of pe[A]ace of mind Peace of m[D]ind Try spending the n[G]ight sometime All alone in a fr[D]ozen room Afterneath you've l[A]ain Your saddle in the r[Em]ain {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # [Em]I dreamed they locked God up Down in my bas[A]ement And he wai[Em]ted there for me To have this acci[A]dent So he could dr[Em]ink my wine And eat me like a sacra[A]ment And I just st[Em]ood there like I do Then I came and w[A]ent I came and w[D]ent Like a bird in a for[G]eign sky Couldn't even s[D]ay goodbye Or come and share the p[A]ain My Saddle's in the r[Em]ain. [G]La la la la la la la [d]la la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # [Em]I saw a friend who doesn't know If I'm his fri[A]end just yet His eyes and m[Em]outh were widely open And his j[A]aw was set Like he'd f[Em]ell off a cliff And hadn't hit the bo[A]ttom yet I wish he wo[Em]uldn't pull those things on me Without a n[A]et Without a n[D]et I had him up to the ho[G]use one time And we was having a re[D]al good time Then he went and la[A]in His saddle in the r[Em]ain [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # In a lau[Em]ndromat not too far from the Al[A]amo Sits a g[Em]irl who stole my records very lo[A]ng ago And she w[Em]ishes, wants and washes out those di[A]rty clothers As she sh[Em]uts her eyes and dreams about her O[A]ne-Eyed Joe One-Eyed J[D]oe Car parked on a di[G]rty road Heaven knows the lo[D]ad she pulled Couldn't take the st[A]rain A saddle in the r[Em]ain {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:That Close to You} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [D] [E] [A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [G] [A] # [D]Like a bolt of ligh[E]tning Like a bolt of th[A]under [D]Like a cloudy d[E]ay Down at the Z[A]oo [D]Like a drowing m[E]an That will never go un[A]der That close to you Y[G]eah, that close to y[D]ou [F#m]In the middle of the night You'd ask me to m[G]ake you smile You'd come on like a o[D]ne armed child With a hold in it's sh[A]oe Poor you. [F#m]Everybody oughta know It only hurts ya for a li[G]ttle while So stop putting yo[D]urself on trial For something you didn't [A]do Not you....to me....Can't we be just like.. [D]Lovers and mo[E]thers and brothers and s[A]orrow [D]Can I find a little som[E]ething with a nicer v[A]iew [D]I'm hating to pl[E]ead but I'm begging to bo[A]rrow Just to be that close to y[D]ou Y[G]eah, that close to y[D]ou [F#m]In the middle of the night You'd ask me to m[G]ake you smile You'd come on like a o[D]ne armed child With a hold in it's s[A]hoe Poor you. [F#m]Everybody oughta know It only hurts ya for a l[G]ittle while So stop putting you[D]rself on trial For something you didn't [A]do Not you....to me....Can't we be just like.. [D]Lovers and mothers and bro[E]thers and s[A]orrow [D]Can I find a little som[E]ething with a nicer v[A]iew [D]I'm hating to pl[E]ead but I'm begging to bo[A]rrow Just to be that close to you Y[G]eah, that close to y[D]ou O[G]h, that close to y[D]ou Ye[G]ah, that close to y[D]ou #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:He Was In Heaven Before He Died} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # [C]There's a rainbow of ba[F]bies Draped o[G]ver the gravey[C]ard Where a[F]ll the dead sai[C]lors Wait for their br[G]ides And the c[C]old bitter snow Has stra[F]ngled each grassbl[C]ade Where the s[F]alt from their te[C]ars Washed o[G]ut with the ti[C]de {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} And I sm[F]iled on the Wab[G]ash The last time I pa[C]ssed it Yes, I g[F]ave here a w[C]ink From the passenger s[G]ide And my f[C]oot fell asleep As I swal[F]lowed my ca[C]ndy Knowing [F]he was in Hea[C]ven b[G]efore he di[C]ed {soc:} N[C]ow the harbor's on f[F]ire With the dr[G]eams and des[C]ires Of a tho[F]usand young po[C]ets Who failed 'cause they tr[G]ied For a rh[C]yme without reason Floats d[F]own to the bot[C]tom Where the sca[F]vengers e[C]at 'em And wa[G]sh in with the ti[C]de {ci:Repeat Chorus:} T[C]he sun can play tri[F]cks With your e[G]yes on the hig[C]hway The m[F]oon can lay sidew[C]ays Till the ocean stands st[G]ill But a pe[C]rson can't tell His b[F]est friend he lo[C]ves him Till t[F]ime has stopped br[C]eathing You're al[G]one on the h[C]ill {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:You Never Can Tell} {st:Chuck Berry} # {ci:Intro:} [B] [F#] [B] # [B]It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished 'em well You could see that Pierre Did truly love the Mademois[F#]elle. And the young Monsieur and Madame Have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie," -Say the old folks It goes to show that you never can t[B]ell [B]They furnished off an apartment With a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was filled With T.V. Dinners and ginger a[F#]le But when Pierre found work, The little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie," -Say the old folks It goes to show that you never can t[B]ell [B]They had a Hi-Fi phone Boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records All rock, rhythm and j[F#]azz But when the sun went down The rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie," -Say the old folks It goes to show that you never can t[B]ell [B]They bought a souped up jitney 'Twas a cherry and Fifty-three They drove it down to New Orleans To celebrate their anniver[F#]sary. It was there where Pierre was wedded To the lovely Mademoiselle, "C'est la vie," -Say the old folks It goes to show that you never can t[B]ell {ci:Instrumental:} [B] [F#] [B] # [B]It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished 'em well You could see that Pierre Did truly love the Mademoise[F#]lle. And the young Monsieur and Madame Have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie," -Say the old folks It goes to show that you never can t[B]ell {ci:Instrumental Repeat and Fade:} [B] [F#] [B] #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Common Sense" By John Prine--} #----------------------------------------------------------------------