Author: Jim

Leave It to Beaver

Jim,
Fancy version with modulations

The Fields Have Turned Brown

Jim,

—Carter Stanley

I left my old home to ramble this country
My mother and dad said son don't go wrong
Remember that God will always watch o'er you
And we will be waiting for you here at home

Chorus:
Son don't go astray was what they both told me
Remember that love for God can be found
But now they're both gone this letter just told me
For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown

For many long years this world I have rambled
No thoughts of the day when I would return
Now as I go home and find no one waiting
The price I have paid to live and to learn

Verse:

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

Chorus:

|:   IV IV I I
V V I I   :|


Dim Lights Thick Smoke

Jim,

—Joe Maphis, Rose Lee Maphis, and Max Fidler

Chorus:
Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
Is the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
You'll never make a wife to a home-loving man

A home and little children mean nothing to you
A house filled with love and a husband so true
You'd rather have a drink with the first guy you meet
And the only home you'll know is the club down the street

A drinking and dancing to a honky tonk band
Is the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Go out and have your fun, you think you've played it smart
I'm sorry for you and your honky tonk heart

Verse & Chorus:

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


If That's the Way You Feel

Jim,

—Ralph & Peggy Stanley
I don't blame you for I know you want him
That your love for me was never real
I could hold you but you'd be unhappy
But it's alright if that's the way you feel

Chorus:
I know that I will always go on caring
And my feelings now I must conceal
I still need you and I want you with me
But it's alright if that's the way you feel

I always knew some day I would lose you
When those lies about me were revealed
Its plain to see sweetheart you believe them
But its alright if that's the way you feel

Verse:

I – IV I V I
I – IV I V I

Chorus:

IV I V I
I – IV I V I

 

JCJ

Jim,

Jim, Chris and John's Working List


    Song List (11/21/2024) 

    Played:
    I Am a Pilgrim – G
    Long Black Veil – E
    Sin City – D
    Sitting Alone in the Moonlight – G
    If That's the Way You Feel – G
    Love Please Come Home – G
    Old Home Place
    Deep River Blues – E
    It's a Long Long Way – C
    Stormy Horizons – G
    The Boxer – C
    I Saw the Light – G
    Proposals:.

      Stumptown Stomp

      Jim,


      How Come I Ain't Dead

      Jim,

      —Tim O'Brien

      I begged her not to go, said I could not live without her
      She said don't be dramatic, you'll survive
      She drove away, the sky turned gray
      I cried all night about her
      I'm still breathin' but her leavin' hurts more
      Each day I'm alive

      Chorus:
      If I can't live without her, how come I ain't dead
      Six feet down in the cold, cold ground
      With a stone above my head
      But somethin's wrong 'cause now she's gone
      And I live on instead
      If I can't live without her, how come I ain't dead

      I wake up every mornin' scared to open up my eyes
      I don't know if I'll be there in the mirror
      But there I am, a broken man
      I look somewhat surprised
      I'm grateful for another day
      But amazed that I'm still here

      Chorus

      Bridge:
      Saint Peter's waitin' for me outside the pearly gates
      But I'm waitin' on the angel band, I guess they're runnin' late

      Chorus

      Verse:

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

      Chorus:

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

      Bridge:

      II II VI VI
      II II V V

      Old Chattanooga

      Jim,




      Lazy John

      Jim,


      We're going to dance Saturday night
      We're gonna dance til the broad daylight
      Then I'll walk my baby back home
      Why don't you get away lazy John

      Chorus:
      Lazy John, lazy John
      Why don't you get your day's work all done
      You're in the shade and I'm in the sun
      Why don't you get away lazy John

      I've got a girl who lives in the town
      Her hair is curly and her eyes are brown,
      My heart says stay, my feet say run
      What'll I do old lazy John

      Every night when I go home
      It's peas in the pot and the old jawbone
      Here today, tomorrow gone
      Why don't you get away lazy John

      We're gonna dance like it's Saturday night
      We're not coming home 'til the morning light
      I'll shine my shoes and I'll see my hon'
      Why don't you go away lazy John

      Extra verses:

      Work all week in the noon day sun
      Fifteen cents when Saturday comes
      Goin to a dance to have some fun
      Why don't you get away lazy John

      Got a gal lives down the road
      Her eyes are crooked and her legs are bowed
      But we sure have a lot of fun
      Why don't you get away lazy John



      Sales Tax on the Women

      Jim,

      —Dorsey M. Dixon (The Dixon Brothers) 1936

      You may sales tax the flour, the lard and the meat
      Take the pennies 'way from me and my pals
      You may sales tax everything that we have to eat
      But don't put a tax on the gals

      Chorus:
      One cent, two cents, three cents in cash
      That's the way my money goes a-spendin'
      But take off my hat and hit me with a bat
      If you put the sales tax on the women

      Don't put the taxes on the good-lookin' girls
      Although I know the pennies have to go
      Well, I wouldn't have it done for a hundred or more
      'Cause the boys wouldn't stand a bit of show

      I love the little girls with the lovely little curls
      If that is wrong, I hope I will repent
      I would sure be sore and I couldn't love no more
      If I had to pay the taxes as I went

      That's the way it goes, Uncle Sam knows
      He's just torturin' me and my pals
      We would die with the blues without any shoes
      If you put the sales tax on the gals

      Well, I don't mean any harm when I step out at night
      Happy times with the ladies I've spent
      Sales taxes on the kisses just wouldn't be right
      In my pockets I would never have a cent

      Verse:

      I I I V
      I I IV – V I

      Chorus:

      IV I IV I
      IV I I – V I