{no_grid:} # {t:"SWEET REVENGE" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. SWEET REVENGE} {ci: 2. PLEASE DON'T BURY ME} {ci: 3. CHRISTMAS IN PRISON} {ci: 4. DEAR ABBY} {ci: 5. BLUE UMBRELLA} {ci: 6. OFTEN IS A WORD I SELDOM USE} {ci: 7. ONOMATOPOEIA} {ci: 8. GRANDPA WAS A CARPENTER} {ci: 9. THE ACCIDENT} {ci:10. MEXICAN HOME} {ci:11. A GOOD TIME} {ci:12. NINE POUND HAMMER} {ci:Atlantic Records, 1973} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} {t:Sweet Revenge} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} # I got k[G]icked off Noah's Ark I turn my ch[C]eek to unkind re[G]marks There was two of everything but one of [D7]me And when the ra[G]ins came tumbling down I held my b[C]reath and I stood my gr[G]ound And I watched that ship go sa[D7]iling out to se[C]ee-e[G]a {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Take it b[C]ack. Take it back. Oh [G]no, you can't say that All of my friends are not dead or in j[D7]ail [G]Through rock and through stone The bl[C]ack wind still mo[G]ans Sweet Revenge, Sweet Re[D7]venge without [C]fai[G]l {eoc:} [G]I caught an aisle seat on a plane And drove an En[C]glish teacher half in[G]sane Making up jokes about bicycle spokes and red ball[D7]oons So I ca[G]lled up my local deejay And he di[C]dn't have alot to s[G]ay But the radio has learned a[D7]ll of my favorite [C]tun[G]es {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]The white meat is on the run And the d[C]ark meat is far too d[G]one And the milkman left me a note yester[D7]day Get o[G]ut of this town by Noon You're co[C]ming on way too s[G]oon And besides that we never li[D7]ked you a[C]nyw[G]ay {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Sweet Re[G]venge, Sweet Re[D7]venge Will pr[C]evail without f[G]ail #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Please Don't Bury Me} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro - Record Key of E - Capo on 2:} {sot:} D E|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- B|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- G|---|---|---|---|---|-0-|--- D|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- A|-0-|-0-|-2-|-2-|-4-|---|--- E|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- {eot:} [D]Woke up this morning, p[G]ut on my slippers [D]Walked in the kitchen and d[A]ied And [D]oh what a feeling when my s[G]oul went through the ceiling And [A]on up into heaven I did r[D]ise When I [G]got there they did say John it [D]happened this-a-way You slipped upon the floor and hit your h[A]ead [A7] And a[D]ll the angels say just b[G]efore you passed a[D]way These are the very l[A]ast words that you s[D]aid {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G](But) Please don't bury me down i[D]n the cold cold ground No, I'd 'druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all a[A]round [D]Throw my brains in a hurricane And the b[G]lind can have my e[D]yes And the d[G]eaf can take b[D]oth of my ears If t[A]hey don't mind the s[D]ize {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [D] [A] [D] # [D]Give my stomach to Milwakee if they [G]run out of b[D]eer Put my socks in a cedar box just g[E7]et 'em out'a h[A7]ere Ve[D]nus de Milo can have my arms Look o[G]ut! I've got your n[D]ose S[G]ell my heart to the j[D]unk man And gi[A7]ve my love to R[D]ose {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [G] [D] [E7] [A7] [D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [A7] [D] [D]Give my feet to the foot-loose C[G]areless, fancy-f[D]ree Give my knees to the needy Don't p[E7]ull that stuff on [A7]me H[D]and me down my walkin' cane, it's a s[G]in to tell a l[D]ie S[G]end my mouth w[D]ay down south and k[A]iss my ass good[D]-bye {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Christmas In Prison} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G] # [G]It was Christmas in prison and the f[C]ood was real good We had tu[G]rkey and pistols carved out of w[D7]ood And I dr[G]eam of her always even w[C]hen I don't dream Her n[G]ame's on my tongue and her bl[D]ood's in my st[G]ream {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} W[D]ait awhile et[C]erni[G]ty O[C]ld Mother Nature's got not[G]hing on [D]me Co[G]me to me. Run to me. C[C]ome to me now. We're ro[G]lling my sweetheart. We're fl[D]owing by G[G]od. {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G] [C] [D] [G] # [G]She reminds me of a chess game with so[C]meone I admire Or a pic[G]nic in the rain after a paririe f[D7]ire Her he[G]art is a big as this wh[C]ole damn jail And she's sw[G]eeter than saccharine at a dr[D]ug store s[G]ale {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G] [C] [D] [G] # T[G]he search light in the big yard swings 'ro[C]und with the gun And spot[G]lights the snowflakes like the dust in the [D7]sun It's Chr[G]istmas in prison There'll be m[C]usic tonight I'll pr[G]obably get homesick I lo[D]ve you. Good N[G]ight. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Dear Abby} {st:John Prine} # {ci: Recorded Key of B - Capo on 4} [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my f[C]eet are too l[G]ong [G]My hair's falling out and my r[A7]ights are all w[D7]rong [G]My friends they all tell me, that'a [C]no friends at a[G]ll [G]Won't you write me a letter, won't you g[D]ive me a c[G]all [C]Sig[D]ned Be[G]wildered [G]Bewildered, Bewildered you ha[C]ve no compl[G]aint You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fo[C]untain pen le[G]aks My wife hollers at me and my k[A7]ids are all fr[D7]eaks Every s[G]ide I get up on is the wr[C]ong side of b[G]ed If it weren't so expensive I'd w[D]ish I were d[G]ead [C]Sig[D]ned Un[G]happy [G]Unhappy, Unhappy, you ha[C]ve no compl[G]aint You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, you w[C]on't believe t[G]his But my stomache makes noises whene[A7]ver I k[D7]iss My gi[G]rlfriend tells me it's a[C]ll in my h[G]ead But my stomache tells me to wr[D]ite you inst[G]ead S[C]ign[D]ed Noisem[G]aker. [G]Noisemaker, Noisemaker, you h[C]ave no compl[G]aint ... You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I n[C]ever tho[G]ught That me and my girlfriend would e[A7]ver get ca[D7]ught We were si[G]ttin' in the back seat just sho[C]otin' the bre[G]eze With her hair up in curlers and her p[D]ants to her kn[G]ees S[C]ign[D]ed Just Mar[G]ried [G]Just Married, Just Married, you h[C]ave no compl[G]aint ... You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C]Sig[D]ned Dear A[G]bby #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Blue Umbrella} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # F[C]eelings are strange espe[F]cially when they c[C]ome true And I had a feeling that y[G]ou'd be leaving s[C]oon So I tried to rear[F]range all my emo[C]tions But it seems the same no ma[G]tter what I d[C]o {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} B[C]lue umbrella r[F]est upon my sho[C]ulder Hide the pain while the r[G]ain makes up my m[C]ind Well, my feet are wet from th[F]inking this thing o[C]ver And it's been so long since I f[F]elt the warm suns[G]hine J[F]ust give [G]me one good re[C]ason And I [F]promise I won't a[G]sk you anym[C]ore J[F]ust give [G]me one extra se[C]ason So I can figure o[G]ut the other f[C]our {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [F] [G] [C] [F] [G] [C] [F] [G] [C] [G] [C] # D[C]ayime makes me wo[F]nder why you le[C]ft me Nighttime makes me wo[G]nder what I s[C]aid Next time are the w[F]ords I'd like to p[C]lan on But, last time was the o[G]nly thing you s[C]aid {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} [G] [C] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Often Is A Word I Seldom Use} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] # [D]I know that you're sad I know that you're lo[A]nely [D]You lie awake till w[E]ay past wh[A]en I w[D]ant you to know that I'm leaving you o[A]nly [D]'Cause I might not get the cha[E]nce ag[A]ain {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [D]I'm cold and I'm tired And I can't stop cou[A]ghing [D]Long enough to tell you a[E]ll of the ne[A]ws [D]I'd like to tell you that I'll see you more of[A]ten But of[D]ten is a word I se[E]ldom u[A]se [D]Often is a word I se[E]ldom u[A]se {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] # [D]Tell me, where did the weekend [A]go? [D] [E] [A] [D]Tell me, where did the weekend [A]go? [D] [E] [A] [D]Went like thunder, felt like s[A]now [D] [E] [A] [D]Went like thunder, felt like s[A]now {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [A] [D] [E] [A] # [D]You must think my life's a ci[A]rcus [D]Watching me laughing and sl[E]apping my th[A]ighs [D]How'd ya like to die in the house of mi[A]rrors [D]With nobody around to cl[E]ose your e[A]yes {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [D]Going down to the Greyhound sta[A]tion [D]Going back home and g[E]et what's m[A]ine [D]Got me a date with the ten o'clock sp[A]ecial [D]Gonna be there at a qu[E]arter to n[A]ine [D] [E] [A] [D]I'm cold and I'm tired And I can't stop cou[A]ghing [D]Long enough to tell you a[E]ll of the ne[A]ws [D]I'd like to tell you that I'll see you more of[A]ten But of[D]ten is a word I se[E]ldom u[A]se [D]Often is a word I se[E]ldom u[A]se [D]Often is a word I se[E]ldom u[A]se #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Onomatopoeia} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] # [G]Forty five minutes-fifty five cents S[C]ixty five agents sitting on a fence Singing, h[G]ey little brother l[D]ook what we got for y[G]ou We're gonna rope off an an area and put on a show From the Ca[C]nadian border down to Mexico It might [G]be the most - potentially gross T[D]hing that we could possibly [G]do [D]Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance Make th[G]em pubescents all wet their pants We'll re[A]cord it live and that's no jive [D]Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No! [G]Bang! went the pistol Crash! went the window [C]Ouch! went the son of a gun [G]Onomatopoeia, I d[D]on't want to see ya Sp[C]eaking in a for[D]eign to[G]ngue {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [G] [A] [D] # [G]Knock! Knock! Hello! Can I come in? G[C]ee, that was a wonderful show Oh, you ha[C]ven't gone on yet. Well h[D]ow was I supposed to k[G]now. Hey! We got a great date. It's really downtown We're gonna g[C]et the Grand Canyon to do the sound It's a b[G]oxing ring but it might be the thing To re[D]ally get you in the do[G]ugh [D]Listen little brother, don't ya get us wrong Why we e[G]ven know one of the words to your songs Just s[A]ay I do and we'll lay it on you [D]You! You! And me! Me! Me! Me! [G]Bang! went the pistol Crash! went the window [C]Ouch! went the son of a gun [G]Onomatopoeia, I d[D]on't want to see ya Sp[C]eaking in a for[D]eign to[G]ngue [D]Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance Make th[G]em pubescents all wet their pants We'll re[A]cord it live and that's no jive [D]Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No! [G]Bang! went the pistol Crash! went the window [C]Ouch! went the son of a gun [G]Onomatopoeia, I d[D]on't want to see ya Sp[C]eaking in a for[D]eign to[G]ngue [G]Onomatopoeia, I d[D]on't want to see ya Sp[C]eaking in a for[D]eign to[G]ngue [G7] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Grandpa Was A Carpenter} {st:John Prine} # {ci: Recorded Key of B - Capo on 4} Oh, Gr[G]andpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every d[C]ay No particular re[G]ason, he just dressed that w[D]ay Br[G]own necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip s[C]hoes He built a closet on o[G]ur back porch and put a pe[D]nny in a burned-out f[G]use {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} G[C]randpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and ba[G]nks Ch[C]ain-smoked Camel ci[G]garettes and hammered nails in pl[D]anks He was le[G]vel on the level, he shaved even every d[C]oor And voted for Eisenh[G]ower, 'cause L[D]incoln won the w[G]ar {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental} [C] [D] [G] [G]Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle" and rock me on his k[C]nee And let me listen to the ra[G]dio before we got [D]TV Well, he'd d[G]rive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him t[C]oo Stained glass in every wi[G]ndow, hearing a[D]ids in every p[G]ew {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]Well, my Grandma was a teacher, she went to school in Bowling Gr[C]een Traded in a mi[G]lking cow for a Singer sewing mac[D]hine Well, she ca[G]lled her husband "Mister," and she walked real tall in p[C]ride She used to buy me co[G]mic books a[D]fter Grandpa d[G]ied {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Accident} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]Last night I saw an accident on the co[C]rner of the Third and Gr[G]een Two cars collided and I got excited J[A7]ust being part of that sc[D7]ene It was M[G]rs. Tom Walker and her beautiful daughter Pa[G7]mela was driving the c[C]ar They got hit by a man in a li[G]ght blue sedan Who had ob[D]viously been to a b[G]ar {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} They d[C]on't know how lucky they a[G]re They co[C]uld have ran into that t[D7]ree Got st[G]ruck by a bolt of lig[C]htning And rap[G]ed by a m[D7]inor[G]ity {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [G] # [G]It was a four-way stop dilemma. We a[C]ll arrived the same t[G]ime I yielded to the man to the right of me And he yie[A7]lded it right back to m[D7]ine Well, the yi[G]eld when around and around and around Till Pa[G7]mela finally tr[C]ied Just then the man in the li[G]ght blue sedan Hit P[D]amela's passenger si[G]de {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [G] [C] [D7] [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G] # [G]Pamela hit her head on the mirror. Mrs. Wa[C]lker got a bump on k[G]nee The man hit himself in the face and said "W[A7]hy does this happen to m[D7]e?" The ne[G]ighbors came out and they gathered about Saying "H[G7]ey! who hit who an[C]yway?" Then the police arrived at a qu[G]arter to five And pr[D]onounced all the victims "O[G]kay" {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Mexican Home} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]It got so hot last night, I swear, y[C]ou couldn't hardly breathe Heat lig[G]htning burnt the s[D]ky like alc[G]ohol I sat on the porch without my shoes And I wat[C]ched the cars roll by As the he[G]adlights raced to the c[D]orner of the kitchen w[G]all {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Ma[D]ma dear you boy is here. F[G]ar across the sea Wa[A7]iting for that sacred core that b[D7]urns inside of me And I f[G]eel a storm all wet and warm not t[C]en miles away Approa[G]ching my M[D]exican h[G]ome {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]My God, I cried. It's so hot inside you could d[C]ie in the living room Take the f[G]an from the window-prop the d[D]oor back with a br[G]oom Well, the cuckoo clock has died of shock And the wi[C]ndows feel no pane The a[G]ir's as still as a thr[D]ottle on a funeral tr[G]ain {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] # My fa[G]ther died on the porch outside on an Aug[C]ust afternoon I sipped bo[G]urbon and cried with a fri[D]end by the light of the mo[G]on So it's hurry hurry! Step right up It's a ma[C]tter of life or death Well, the s[G]un's going down and the m[D]oon is just holding it's br[G]eath {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} Approa[G]ching my M[D]exican h[G]ome Approa[G]ching my M[D]exican h[G]ome {ci:Instrumental-Repeat and Fade:} [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:A Good Time} {st:John Prine} # {ci: Recorded Key of F - Capo on 5} [C]Time was o[F]nce just a cl[C]ock to me And life was just a b[F]ook - a biogra[G]phy [G7] S[C]uccess was som[F]ething you just h[C]ad to be And I would spend my[F]self unkowing[G]ly [G7] And you k[F]now that I could ha[G]ve me a mil[C]lion more friends And all I'[F]d have to lose is my point of vi[G]ew [G7] But I h[C]ad no idea what a g[F]ood time would cost Till last ni[G]ght when I sat and talked with y[C]ou An a[C]pple will sp[F]oil if it's b[C]een abused A candle disappe[F]ars when it's been u[G]sed [G7] A ra[C]inbow may fo[F]llow up a [C]hurricane And I can't leave for[F]ever on a tr[G]ain [G7] And you k[F]now that I'd su[G]rvive if I ne[C]ver spoke again And a[F]ll I'd have to lose is my van[G]ity [G7] But I h[C]ad no idea what a g[F]ood time would cost Till last ni[G]ght when you sat and talked with m[C]e {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [F] [C] [F] [G] [G7] [C] [F] [C] [F] [G] [G7] [F] [G] [C] [F] [G] [G7] [C] [F] [G] [C] You c[C]an smile for the la[F]ck of something e[C]lse to do And no one will la[F]ugh and point at y[G]ou [G7] If your t[C]ears didn't alw[F]ays make me f[C]eel so bad Would you still cry everyt[F]ime that you felt s[G]ad [G7] I tho[F]ught I'd heard and se[G]en en[C]ough to get along Till y[F]ou said something neither of us kn[G]ew [G7] And I h[C]ad no idea what a g[F]ood time would cost Till last ni[G]ght when I sat and talked with y[C]ou [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Nine Pound Hammer} {st: Merle Travis} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [D] [G] # [G]This nine pound hammer Is a little too he[C]avy [C7] Buddy for my s[G]iz[D]e Buddy for my s[G]ize So I'm going on the mountain Just to see my b[C]aby [C7] And I ain't coming b[G]ack [D]No, I ain't coming b[G]ack {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Roll on bu[G]ddy Don't you roll so s[C]low [C7] Well, tell me how can I r[G]oll, roll, ro[D]ll When the wheels won't [G]go Roll on bu[G]ddy Pull your load of c[C]oal [C7] Tell me how can I [G]pul[D]l When the wheels won't r[G]oll {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [D] [G] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [D] [G] # [G]It's a long way to Harlan It's a long way to Haz[C]ard [C7] Just to get a little br[G]ew, brew, b[D]rew Just to get a little b[G]rew [G]And when I die You can make my tombst[C]one [C7] Out of number nine c[G]oal O[D]ut of number nine c[G]oal {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [C] [C7] [G] [D] [G] [G] [C] [C7] [G] [D] [G] # {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} Well, tell me how can I r[G]oll, roll, ro[D]ll When the wheels won't [G]go Well, tell me how can I r[G]oll, roll, ro[D]ll When the wheels won't [G]go #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Sweet Revenge" by John Prine--} #---------------------------------------------------------------------