Author: Jim

Tater Blossom

Jim,




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Bach Pieces

Jim,


Nashville Skyline Rag

Jim,



 

 

 

I – IV I – IV I – IV V – I
I – IV I – IV I – IV V – I
II V III VI
I – IV I – IV I – IV V – I

Hobo's Lullaby

Jim,

—Goebel Reeves

Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Listen to the steel rails hummin'
That's the hobo's lullaby

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning gray
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find peace and rest someday

Now don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to Heaven
You'll find no policemen there

So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Listen to the steel rails hummin'
That's a hobo's lullaby

3/4
Verse:

I IV V I
I IIm V I

She Ain't Rose

Jim,

—Leon Redbone

She ain't Rose, but she ain't bad
She ain't easy, but she can be had
So can I when she whispers in my ear
She ain't Rose, she ain't bad, and Rose ain't here

She ain't Rose, but she's alright
She's helped me through so many lonely nights
I always feel so glad to have her near
She ain't Rose, she ain't bad, and Rose ain't here

Bridge:
Lord only knows what happened to my Rose
She packed up all her bags and just rambled on down the road

She ain't Rose, but she's getting close
And we'll keep on getting closer, I suppose
She makes those bad old memories disappear
She ain't Rose, she ain't bad
She's the best gal I ever have had
She ain't Rose, she ain't bad, and Rose ain't here

Intro:

I – III7 IV I – V I

Verse:

I IV I – VI7 II7 – V
I – III7 VIm – IV I –V I

Bridge:

IV I II7 V7

Chords in D:

Intro:

D-F#7 G D – A D

Verse:

D G D – B7 E7 – A
D-F#7 Bm – G D – A D

Bridge:

G D E7 A7

Ripple

Jim,

–Hunter & Garcia

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine.
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Chorus:
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed.
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Chorus

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home

Outro verse: la la la la la…etc.

Verse:

I IV IV IV – I
I IV I – V IV – I

Chorus:

IIm V I – IV II – V

The Weight

Jim,

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead.
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, and no was all he said.

Chorus:
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free.
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.
turnaround

I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide,
When I saw Carmen and the devil walkin' side by side.
I said, hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown.
She said, I gotta go, but my friend can stick around.

Chorus

Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say.
It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the judgement day.
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?
He said, do me a favor, son, won't you stay and keep Anna Lee company?

Chorus

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog.
I said, wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man.
He said, that's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can.

Chorus

Catch a cannon ball now, take me down the line.
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe its time,
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one,
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.

Chorus:

Intro & Turnaround:

I V VIm – VIm7 IV

Verse:

I IIIm IV I  :|

Chorus (approx.):

I IV I IV
I IV IVsus4 IVsus4
IVsus4 IVsus4 – I I I
I I IV IV

This Land is Your Land

Jim,

G | D | A | D
G | D Bm | A7 | D

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
While all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;
By the relief office, I'd seen my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

—Woody Guthrie

Ramblin' Man

Jim,

Intro: B F# E EB
Chorus:
B | A | B | B || B | E | F# | F#
E | B | G#m | E || B | F# | B | B
Verse:
B | E | B | B || B | E | F# | F#
E | B | G#m | E || B | F# | B | B

Chorus:
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

Verses:
My father was a gambler down in Georgia,
And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway forty-one.

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me.

Outro: B | A | B | B
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. (4 times)

– Allman Brothers

Please Don't Bury Me

Jim,

—John Prine

Woke up this morning,
put on my slippers,
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling,
when my soul went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride

When I got there they did say,
John, it happened this a way,
You slipped upon the floor and hit your head
And all the angels say,
just before you passed away,
These were the very last words that you said:

Chorus:
Please don't bury me
down in the cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up
and pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
and the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both my ears
if they don't mind the size

Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box just get 'em out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms look out, I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman and give my love to Rose

Chorus

Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy, don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane it's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass goodbye

Chorus

Verse 1:

I IV I V
I IV V I
IV I I V
I IV – I I – V I

Chorus:

IV IV I I
I I I V
I I IV I
IV I V I

Verses 2 & 3:

I I IV I
I I II V
I I IV I
IV I V I