Author: Jim
Naquele Tempo
Noites Cariocas
I Only Exist
—Ralph Stanley
Chorus:
No I'm not living I only exist
How much longer can I go on like this
You broke my heart and you tortured my mind
I've lost you darling you're long gone this time
My home's half broken you wrecked my young life
You left me here alone to cry
These tears that are flowing will soon dry away
And some day darling I know you will pay
Honey, you were no good right from the start
My friends all told me you'd break my heart
When your roamin' and ramblin' days are through
You'll pray for a love like I had for you
3/4
Chorus:
| IV | IV | I | I |
| I | I | V | V |
| IV | IV | I | I |
| I | I – V | I (- IV) | I |
Verse:
| I | I – IV | I | I |
| I | I | V | V |
| I | I – IV | I | I |
| I | I – V | I | I |
Nobody Knows You When You're…
—Jimmy Cox, 1923
Once I lived the life of a millionaire.
Spending my money; I didn't care.
I took all my friends out for a good time,
Buyin' high price liquor, champagne and wine.
When I began to fall so low,
I didn't have a friend, and no place to go.
If I ever get hold of a dollar again,
Gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.
Chorus:
Nobody knows you,
When you're down and out.
In you pocket, not one penny.
And your friends, you don't have any.
But if you ever get on your feet again,
Then you'll find your long lost friends.
It's mighty strange, without a doubt.
Nobody knows you when your down and out,
I mean when you're down and out.
Verse & Chorus:
| I | III7 | VIm | VIm |
| VI7 | VI7 | IIm | IIm |
| IV | IV#º | I | VI7 |
| II7 | II7 | V7 | V7 * |
*final time ends on I
Eric Clapton's version:
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, didn't have any care
Took all my friends out for mighty good time
We bought bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
Then I began to fall so low
Lost all my good friends, had nowhere to go
I get my hands on a dollar again
I'll hang on to it 'til that eagle grins
Because nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any
When you get back on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your long-lost friend
I said it's mighty strange, without any doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out
Oh, nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any
When you get back on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your long-lost friend
I said it's strange, without any doubt
Nobody knows you (nobody knows you)
Nobody knows you (nobody knows you)
Nobody knows you when you're down and out
You Don't Miss Your Water
—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 couldn't 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.
I sit and wonder, how can this be?
I never thought you'd ever leave me
But now you've left me, oh how I cry
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry
Tag: You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry.
Original William Bell lyrics:
In the beginning, you really loved me
But I was too blind and I couldn't see
But now you've left me, oh how I cry
You don't miss your water til your well runs dry
I kept you crying, sad and blue
I was a playboy I wouldn't be true
But when you left me and said bye-bye
I missed my water, my well ran dry
I sit and wonder how can this be?
I never thought, you'd ever leave me
But now you've left me, oh how I cry
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry
3/4
Verse:
| VIm | I | IV | I |
| VIm | IV-III IV | I – IV | I |
Ode to Joy
Dear Old Dixie
Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown
—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
—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.