Author: Jim

You Don't Miss Your Water

Jim,

—William Bell

In the beginning you really loved me
But I was blind and I could not see
But when you left me oh how I cried
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry.

I was a playboy I could not be true
I could not believe I really loved you
But when you left me oh how I cried
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry.

In the beginning you really loved me
But I was blind and I could not see
But when you left me oh how I cried
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry.

I was a playboy I could not be true
I could not believe I really loved you
But when you left me oh how I cried
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry.

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Verse:

VIm I IV I
VIm IV-III  IV I – IV I



Ode to Joy

Jim,


Dear Old Dixie

Jim,



Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown

Jim,

—Eliza E. Hewitt, 1897

I am thinking today of that beautiful land
I shall reach when the sun goeth down;
When through wonderful grace by my Savior I stand,
Will there be any stars in my crown?

Chorus:
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown,
When at evening the sun goeth down?
When I wake with the blest in the mansions of rest,
Will there be any stars in my crown?

In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray,
Let me watch as a winner of souls;
That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day,
When His praise like the sea-billow rolls.

Oh, what joy it will be when His face I behold,
Living gems at His feet to lay down;
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold,
Should there be any stars in my crown.

Verse:

I IV – IIm V I
I IV – IIm V I

Chorus:

I I I – II V
I IV… I – V I



Seldom Scene's Chords:

Verse:

I IV – IIm V I
I I – IV IV V

Chorus:

I I I V
I IV… I – V I

Plastic Jesus

Jim,

—Ed Rush and George Cromarty

I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Going ninety and it ain't scary
Cause I've got the Virgin Mary
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.

When I'm in the back seat singin'
Jesus is up there grinning
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Red or white or black or yeller
I don't care cause he's my feller
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.

When I'm in a traffic jam
he don't care if I say damn
I can let all kinds of curses roll
Cause plastic Jesus he can't hear
Because he's got a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.

Now get yourself a sweet madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sittin on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
I'm going ninety and it ain't scary
Cause I've got the Virgin Mary
Tellin me that I can't go to hell.

Plas-tic Je-sus …
Plas-tic Je-sus…
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels across the nation
As long as I got my Jesus I'll go far.

Verse:

I I IV IV
I I V V   :|
Verses from Cool Hand Luke

I don't care if it rains or freezes,
As long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.

Comes in colors pink and pleasant,
Glows in the dark cause he's iridescent
Take him with you when you travel far.

Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sittin' on a
Pedestal of abalone shell.

Going ninety I ain't scary
Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Assurin' me that I won't go to Hell.

Extra Verses:

Plastic Jesus plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.

Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.

Plastic Jesus plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car …

Though the sunshine on His back
Makes Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car …

Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright,
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle – though they ask.

Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus plastic Jesus,

Riding on the dashboard of my car …
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb –
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.

Orange in Bloom

Jim,


Bury the Bottle With Me

Jim,

—Dick Curless

There's a stone in yonder graveyard
With my name carved in it deep
It don't tell my life story
These things, it can't repeat

I never had a family
I never took a wife
All I had was a bottle
And I drank away my life

Chorus:
So bury the bottle with me
For it's what tore me down
So I won't be alone tonight
When they put me in the ground
When they lower my body down

A drunkard is a sinner
On this, I place no doubt
Oh, the Lord won't share His palace
With the things He lives without

For the bottle is the Devil
And drinking is his name
Now the bottle is what took my soul
And petrified my brain

Chorus
 

Verse:

I VIm I VIm
IV I IV I   :|

Chorus:

VIm I VIm I
IV I IV I  :|


Dig A Little Deeper In The Well

Jim,

—R. Bowling & Martha Jo Emerson

Chorus:
Dig a little deeper in the well boys
Dig a little deeper in the well
If you want a good'n cool drink of water
You gotta dig a little deeper in the well (X2)

My daddy used to tell me, don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things, you gotta look way down deep
Second place don't get it son, the winner's gotta come in first
There's nothing worse than to take a drink that leaves you with a thirst

Chorus

A good man needs a good woman, she's the rock that'll make him strong
She'll be there to lean on when the whole world's going wrong
There ain't nothing like good loving, that's how it's meant to be
So find yourself a good woman son like your mama's been to me

Chorus

There's a mighty river flowing, where the water's cool and sweet
Don't be fooled by a muddy stream, be careful where you drink
Life is what you make it, sometimes it's a living hell
If you want to find that promised land, dig a little deeper in the well

Chorus

Chorus:

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

Verse:

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



Company's Coming

Jim,

—Johnny Mullins

Oh, Mama, I'm excited, I'm almost out of breath
What I saw  like to made me run myself to death
I was on the mountainside when I looked down below
And glory be I thought I'd better come and let you know

Chorus:
That we got company comin', company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
They're down the road about a mile they'll be here in a little while
There's company comin' up the road

Well Granny change your apron and Willie shine your shoes
Sally put your new dress on we got no time to lose
I'll go find a welcome mat and spread it out with cheer
I don't know yet just who they are, can't make 'em out from here

Chorus:
But we got company comin', we got company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
They're comin' up the mountainside, Susie don't you run and hide
There's company comin' up the road

We'll run out to the henhouse and wring a neck or two
We'll have chicken and dumplings and some yeller gravy too
Grandpa get your fiddle down they might want a tune
Everybody hurry 'cause them folks will be here soon

Chorus:
We got company comin', we got  company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
Land a-Goshen, I'll allow they'll be here any minute now
There's company comin' up the road

Verse:

I IV – I I II – V
I IV – I I V – I

Chorus:

I I I V
I IV I – V I



I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore

Jim,

—Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Woody's extra verse:

Beach Haven ain't my home, No, I just can't pay this rent!
My money's down the drain, and my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump's Tower where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump! Old Beach Haven ain't my home!

Verse:

I IV – I I I – V
I IV – I I V – I