Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey (The Little Ones) Jan Hauenstein (A)Hey, (D)hey, hey, (A)hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play! (E) (D) (A)See little Tomke (C#m)walking around, (Bm)Marveling at each new (E)sight and sound, And (A)each day is opening a (C#m)brand new door Where she (Bm)finds out about things she (E)had not known before. Dis(F#m)covering is (C#m)so much fun, And she (Bm)smiles (D) like the rising (E)sun. (D) (E) (A)Hey, (D)hey, hey, (A)hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play,(A/G#) (F#m) (E) Hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play! (E) (D) (A)'There!' she shouts and (C#m)brings a little book, And to(Bm)gether we have a (E)good long look, And I (A)moo like the cow and I (C#m)bark like the dog, And I (Bm)croak like the little frog (E)hiding in the bog. Dis(F#m)covering is (C#m)so much fun, And she (Bm)smiles (E) like the morning (A)sun. (E) (A)Hey, (D)hey, hey, (A)hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play,(A/G#) (F#m) (E) Hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play! (E) (D) And (A)big sister Leevke talks so (C#m)much and so fast, Al(Bm)ready knows such a lot, but (E)still she asks, (A)Seems like she wants to know (C#m)everything About the (Bm)evil prince and the (E)eagle on the wing. Dis(F#m)covering is (C#m)so much fun, And she (Bm)smiles (D) like the rising (E)sun. (D) (E) (A)Hey, (D)hey, hey, (A)hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play,(A/G#) (F#m) (E) Hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play! (E) (D) And she (A)jumps and she shouts and she (C#m)laughs like a witch, And she (Bm)climbs a tree, oh, (E)life can be a bitch! Which (A)bones will she break when she (C#m)topples down? But she (Bm)never has, and I (E)hide my worried frown, For (F#m)climbing is (C#m)so much fun, And she (Bm)smiles (E) like the morning (A)sun. (E) (A)Hey, (D)hey, hey, (A)hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play,(A/G#) (F#m) (E) Hey, (Bm)look at the (E)little ones (A)play! (E) (D) - Instrumental, chorus chords twice - Their (A)journey through time has (C#m)only just begun, (Bm)Fearless and free and (E)wild may they run! (A)Thanks, dear life, for the (C#m)little ones, They make me (Bm)smile (E) like the evening (A)sun. (A/G#) (F#m) (E) (A) (A/G#) (F#m) (E) (A) (A/G#) (F#m) (E) (A) Words and Music Jan Hauenstein, 08 July 2020, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Water Song Jan Hauenstein (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) Time comes at you like clear (Bm) water, now and then, So (Am)clear that you can (D)see What is (Am7)coming, whom you´ll (D)meet, (G) Clear and clean, trans(Em)parency, You (C)navigate so (D)easily, And you (Em)want to swim (C) those (D)waters again and a(G)gain. (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G)Time comes at you like white (Bm)water, now and then, So (Am)raw and brutal it´ll (D)drag you down, And you (Am7)claw and fight, try (D)not to drown, The (G)deep so dark you (Em)cannot see, And the (C)water howls like a (D)mad banshee, And you (Em)never want to have to brave (C) those (D)waters a(Em)gain. (C) (D) (D4) (D4) (D)(hold) (Em)And in the end, (Cj7)all that you get Is (Bbj7/F) just a tiny (Dm)rivulet, (Bb) Dripping slowly, slowly, (Am)slow, And (Fj7)with the last drops, you (Em)go. (D) (D4) (D2) (D) - Instrumental, chords like first verse - (G)Time comes at you like a slow (Bm)river, now and then, En(Am)velops you like a (D)soft warm hand, (Am7)Safely carries you a(D)round the next bend, So (G)slow and easy, lets you (Em) drift along, (C)Listen to the hum of the (D)water song, And you (Em)want to go adrift (C) a(D)gain and a(G)gain. (C) (D) (D4) (D4) (D)(hold) (Em)But in the end, (Cj7)all that we get Is (Bbj7/F) just a tiny (Dm)rivulet, (Bb) Dripping slowly, slowly, (Am)slow, (Fj7)One last drop, and then we (Em)go. (D) (D4) (D2) (D) (D4) (D2) (C) (Am) (D7) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Cj7) (D) (G) Words 21 & 22 June, Music 24 June 2020, Faistenau, Bavaria. jnhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Bonus Song Jan Hauenstein (G) Over the years, (D)ring-a-ding-a-dong, I have (C)listened to many a (D)bonus song. (B7)They all were (Em) ‘a bonus song’, Not a (C)one of them was called (D)(hold) (C)(hold) ‘The Bonus (Em)Song.’ (D) (Em) So (C)prick, no, no, no, no, (D)prick up your ears, The (C)wrong will be (Am)righted, (D)Time to be de(G)lighted, (F)No more tears (C) in your (D)beers. Hey, (G)bang your (Em)gong, it (C)won´t be (D)long! (C)Here it finally (D)(hold)comes: (C)(hold) (D)(hold) The Bonus (Em)Song! (C)Ding-dong, birdsong, (D)third song, (Em)sarong, so (C)wrong To use up (D)all the rhymes in (Em)only one line, (C)Hong Kong, King Kong, (D)sing along (Em)singsong, (C)strong (D)prong, See, I (C)know a lot more rhymes, and they (D)(hold)work (D)(hold)just (D)(hold)fine! They do. (G)When you write a (Em)bonus song, Make (C)sure it´s not too short, Make (D)sure it´s not too long, (G)Make sure it is the sort (Em)Folks will adore (C) (D)(hold) And scream for (G)more!(Em) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (D) (G)One of the next words (D)is all wong, (C)Miss, the mishap has (D)happened! To (G)whom does this oblong (D)thong belong? (G)Maybe this is a (C)verse I should scrap, and (D)Brother, Write a(G)nother. (D) (G) (Bm) (C) (D) (G) (B7) (Em) (C) (D) (G) (D)(hold) (G)When you write a (Em)bonus song, Make (C)sure it´s not too short, Make (D)sure it´s not too long, (G)Make sure it is the sort (Em)Folks will adore (C) (D)(hold) Make (G)sure they´ll scream for (Em)more and more and (C)more and more and more (D) and more! (C)You can only ping, but you (D)cannot ping-pong (Em)When you have but (C)one bonus (D)song. (C)Still, there´s absolutely (D)no need to prolong This (G)lovely little, (Em)not too long, more (C)right than wrong (D) Bonus (G)Song. (C) (D) (G) (hold) Oy (B7)vey, I didn´t rhyme (Em)long schlong and (C)very wrong dong for (D) Donkey Kong, For(F)got Vietcong and (C)Armstrong, drinking (Am)souchong tea in (D) Chittagong, There´s no (B7)dugong in a billabong (Em)anywhere near Wollongong, No (C)overlong diphthong (D)hiding in a plainsong (Em)(hold) Wait! (C)No need to pro(D)long This (G)tag along, (Em)string along, (C)swing along, (D)sing along, (C) all-too-long (D) Bonus (G)Song! (hold) (G)So (D)long, (C)Bonus (D)Song, (G) Who can (D)hang a (C)name on (D)you? (C)Mishit, (D)misfit, (Em) no shit: (C)I (D)did, And did it (C)e(D)ver (G)fit! Words and music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 30 December 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

A Short Song About Poverty And Greed Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Fj7) (G) (C) I´m not a (Am)righter of wrongs, (F) I´m just a (C)writer of songs, (Am) Watching from the (Em)sidelines, (Am) Waiting for the (Em)good rhymes, Ob(Am)serving the drama (F)and the jokes The sunny (C)days and the rain, The small (G)joys and the pain That (Am)make up the lives (F) of everyday (C)folks. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Fj7) (G) (C) And I watch the (Am)dirty fools (F) Who make the (C)dirty rules That for (Am)so long have made (Em)sure (Am) That the poor stay (Em)poor. (Am) All those hungry (F)mouths to feed, And the (C)work of the many Who (G)hardly get any Fills the (Am)pockets of Mr. (F) and Mrs. (C)Greed. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Fj7) (G) (G7) (C) (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Fj7) (G) (C) I´m not a (Am)righter of wrongs, (F) I´m just a (C)writer of songs, (Am) Watching from the (Em)sidelines, (Am) Waiting for the (Em)good rhymes, Ob(Am)serving the need (F)of the poor, Their (C)hopeless schemes And their (G)unfulfilled dreams, How much (Am)longer will they take it? (F) I´m not (C)sure, (G) I´m not (Am)sure. (F) I (C)think (Fj7) for a long, long (G)time, A long, long (C)time. (G) (Am) (F) (C) (Fj7) (G) (C) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 04 May, minor changes 08 May 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Navajo Rug Ian Tyson & Tom Russell (D) (Bm) (G) (A) Well it´s (D)two eggs up on whiskey toast, (Em)home fries on the side, (G) Wash it down with the roadhouse coffee, (A)burns up your insides. Just a (D)Canyon-Colorado Diner and a (Em)waitress I did love, I (G)sat in the back ´neath an old stuffed bear and a (A)worn out Navajo rug. Now, old (D)Jack, the boss, he left at six, and it´s (Em) Katie, bar the door. (G)She´d pull down that Navajo rug and she´d (A)spread it across the floor. Hey, I saw (D)lightning ´cross the sacred mountains, saw (Em)woven turtle doves, I was (G)lying next to Katie on (A)that old Navajo rug. Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue, Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, what(G)ever became of the Navajo rug and (D)you? (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue...(hold) Well, I (D)saw old Jack about a year ago, he said, “The (Em)place burned to the ground. And (G)all I saved was this old bear tooth, and (A)Katie, she´s left town. Oh, but (D)Katie, she got her souvenir, too.” Jack (Em)spat a tobacco plug, “Well, you (G)should have seen her coming through the smoke a-(A)hauling that Navajo rug.” Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue, Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, what(G)ever became of the Navajo rug and (D)you? (Bm) (G) (A)...(hold) - Instrumental verse - So (D)every time I cross the sacred mountains and (Em)lightning breaks above, It (G)always takes me back in time to my (A)long lost Katie love. But (D)everything keeps on a-moving, (Em)everybody´s on the go, Hey, you (G)don´t find things that last anymore like an (A)double woven Navajo. Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue, Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, what(G)ever became of the Navajo rug and (D)you? (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue, Aye, Aye, (D)Aye, (Bm)Katie, what(G)ever became of the Navajo rug and (D)you? (Bm)Katie, (G)shades of red and (A)blue... (D) © Ian Tyson and Tom Russell, All Rights Reserved The way I play it janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Never Ask My Name Words Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em) (Fj7) (E7) (Am) (D) The (Em)graveyard shift was (D)brutal again, My (Am)old car just barely tries to (D)fight As I (B7)chase the light through the (Em)darkening rain Will (Cj7)I be the (Am)one to(D)night? Will (C)I be the one who (D)doesn´t make it home, Will (C)I be the one with the (Em)wrong shade of skin?(B7) (Em) Will (Am)I be the one who (Fj7)looks out of place, Will (Cj7)I make it home a(Em)gain? (Fj7) (E7) (Am) (D) With the (Em)cupboards bare and (D)mouths to feed, I (Am)have to stand in line and (D)push a cart. Is my (B7)mask enough to (Em)buy some time, Or (Cj7)just a strange new (Am)place to (D)start? Will (C)I be the one who (D)doesn´t make it home, Will (C)I be the one with the (Em)breath of death within?(B7) (Em) Will (Am)I be the one who (Fj7)looks out of place, Will (Cj7)I make it home a(Em)gain? (Fj7) (E7) (Am) (D) It’s (Em)alright, Momma,(Cj7) I’ll (Am)love you just the (D)same, (Em)Even if they don’t (C)know me And (B7) never ask my (Em)name. (Cj7) (Am) (D) - Instrumental verse - E(Em)ternity knocks at every (D)random door, Re(Am)gardless of earthy worth or (D) circumstance. We (B7)must keep moving (Em)ever on, Giving (Cj7)hope one more un(Am)steady (D)chance. Will (C)I be the one who leads a (D)new way home, Will (C)I be the one with the (Em)breath of life within?(B7) (Em) Will (Am)I be the one who makes a (Fj7)brand new place, Will I (Cj7)finally make it home a(Em)gain? (Fj7) (E7) (Am) (D) It’s (Em)alright, Momma,(Cj7) I’ll (Am)love you just the (D)same, (Em)Even if they don’t (C)know me And (B7) never ask my (Em)name, (Cj7) (D) (Em)Even if they don’t (C)know me And (B7)never ask my (Em)name. (Cj7) (Am) (D) (Em) Words © 2020 Terry Lee Ransom, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 14 June 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Hardly Human Jan Hauenstein (Em) (D) (E) (Am) (D) (D4) He (Em)doesn´t like women, he (D)thinks they are in(Em)ferior, So with his small hands he loves to (D)probe their in(Em)terior, Their (C)private (D)parts. (D4) Like a (Em)miracle, he claimed, the (D)plague would go a(Em)way, Then he said 100.000 dead´s a (D)small price to (Em)pay, (C)Isn´t he (D)smart? (D4) He (Am)likes to mimic challenged people, (E)oh what fun! His dis(Am)ciples believe he is the (E)Chosen One, And not a (C)slimy, (D)ugly, (E)dirty (Am)fart. He be(Em)lieves he´s (C)better than (D) other folks, He (Em)knows his (C)fans love his (D) dirty jokes, And (C)when he proudly walks down (D)Evil Street, And (C)when he lies and (D)bullies and cheats, I see (E)all the pain riding on his (Am)blunderer´s crown, (C)All the havoc wreaked (D) by this (E)horror clown. Du(Am)terte, Bolsonaro, Modi, (E)Xi, (Am)Assad. Lukashenko and Sal(D)vini, (Am)Putin, Erdogan, Le (E)Pen, (Am)Orban, Maduro and Ka(D)czynski, (E)You don´t care for the (Am)truth (C) or for humani(D)ty, And (Am)you don´t care (C) when people (D)die Because of your (E)lies. (Am) (D) (E) (Am) (D) (D4) The Me(Em)morial to the Murdered Jews - a (D)monument of (Em)shame, He calls himself Björn, but we know (D)Bernd is his (Em)name, (C) The (D)fascist. (D4) He says the (Em)Africans will multiply, (D)that will not (Em)change, The German ‘Volk` will be replaced, and Frau (D)Merkel is to (Em)blame, (C) The (D)racist.(D4) No more ex(Am)periments that undermine the (E)natural gender order, (Am) All we need is just father, (E)mother, son and daughter, And he (C)wants to (D)rule (E) with an (Am)iron fist. He be(Em)lieves in (C)white su(D)premacy, He (Em)tries to (C)rewrite (D) history, And (C)when he proudly walks down (D)Evil Street, And (C)when he bullies and (D)lies and cheats, I see (E)all the pain riding on his (Am)neo-nazi crown, (C)All the havoc wreaked (D) by this (E)fascist horror clown. - Instrumental, chords like last section - I (Em)think those folks are hardly (D)human, obvious(Em)ly, And only (C)sometimes I (D)(hold)wonder, what does that say about me?(Em) (Em9) (Em) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 07 March - 18 April 2020, Music 17 & 18 April janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Little Road And A Stone To Roll John Stewart - Instrumental verse - (C#m) Little road and a (A)stone to roll,(A/E) (F#m) Little road and a (B)stone to roll,(B/A#) (G#m) Little road and a (A)stone to roll, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) (C#m) Everybody needs a (A)fire inside,(A/E) (F#m) Everybody needs a (B)dream to ride,(B/A#) (G#m) Everybody with a (A)growing soul, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) (C#m) A little road and a (A)stone to roll,(A/E) (F#m) A little road and a (B)stone to roll,(B/A#) (G#m) A little road and a (A)stone to roll, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) (C#m) And everybody needs some (A)old, loose shoes,(A/E) (F#m) Everybody needs some (B)new good news,(B/A#) (G#m) Everybody needs a (A)sheet to fold, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) - Instrumental verse - (C#m) Everybody needs a (A)Carole King tune,(A/E) (F#m) And everybody needs a (B)little more room,(B/A#) (G#m) Everybody needs their (A)own deep hole, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) (C#m) Little road and a (A)stone to roll,(A/E) (F#m) A little road and a (B)stone to roll,(B/A#) (G#m) A little road and a (A)stone to roll, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. (B/C) (C#m) A little road and a (A)stone to roll,(A/E) (F#m) A little road and a (B)stone to roll,(B/A#) (G#m) Little road and a (A)stone to roll, (E) Everybody needs a (B)stone to roll. - Instrumental verse - © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Come What May In July Jan Hauenstein (Am7) (D) (Cj7) (D) (G) (G6) (Am) Come what (D4)may (Gj7)in Ju(G6)ly, (C) Lightning or (Cm) clear blue (G)sky,(G6) Just (C)give it (D)your best (G)shot. (Am7) (D7) (Em) And after each (B7)heavy rain The (C)sun will shine (D#)bright again, And (E7) more often than (Am)not, (D) Whatever you´ve (B7)got, It´s (C)useless (D7) to wonder (Em) why. (Em9) (Dm6) When you have to (Am)choose Which (Bb6)road you want to (Fj7)go, Step (Cj7)lightly on your (D)way. (D2) (G) When your road (B7)brings good news, Then (Em)go with the (C)flow, And en(G)joy every (Cm)minute of every (G)day. (Gj7) (G6) (Gj7) (C) (Am) (D) (D4) After (G)one week of (C)happiness, It´s (G) not too hard to (C)guess The (E)blues will soon come a(Am)long. (D7) When (G)life hits you on the (C)head, Just (B7) say, “My, that´s too (E7)bad,” Dust (Am7)off your clothes, (Cj7) walk (D)on. (D4) (D) (Am) Come what (D4)may (Gj7) in Ju(G6)ly, (C) Lightning or (Cm) clear blue (G)sky,(G6) Just (C) give it (D)your best (G)shot. (Am7) (D7) (Em) After each (B7)heavy rain The (C)sun will shine (D#)bright again, And (E7) more often than (Am)not, (D) Whatever you´ve (B7)got, It´s (C)useless, mm, (D7) to wonder (Em)why. (Em9) (Dm6) When you have to (Am)choose Which (Bb6)road you want to (Fj7)walk, Step (Cj7)lightly on your (D) way. (D2) (G) When your road (B7)brings the blues, Com(Em)plaints or idle (C)talk Won´t (G)make it, no, no, (Cm) go a(G)way. (Gj7) (G6) (Gj7) (C) (Am) (D) (D4) When (G)life hits you (C)on the head, Just (G)say, “My, that´s too (Cj7)bad,” Dust (E)off your clothes, (Am) walk on. (D7) (G) Further on (C)up the road You´ll (B7)lose some of your (E7)heavy load, And (Am7)better times (Cj7) will come a(D)long. (D4) (D) (Am) Come what (D4)may (Gj7) in Ju(G6)ly, (C) Lightning or (Cm)clear blue (G)sky,(G6) Just (C) give it (D)your best (G)shot. (Gj7) (G6) (Gj7) (C) (Am) (D) (G) Words and Music JH, Goettingen, 26 July 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

High And Low Poem by James H. Cousins, Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) He stumbled home from Clifden fair(Fj7) With (G)drunken song, and cheeks aglow. (Am) (Bb) Yet there was something in his air That (Dm)told of kingship long ago. I (Am)sighed - and inly cried With grief (G) that one so (Fj7)high should fall so (Am)low. (Dm) (D2) (G) (Cj7) (Fj7) (E) (Am) He snatched a flower and sniffed its scent, (Fj7) And (G)waved it toward the sunset sky. (Am) Some (Bb)old sweet rapture thro' him went And (Dm)kindled in his bloodshot eye. I (Am)turned - and inly burned With joy (Fj7) that one so (G)low should rise so (Am)high. (Fj7) (G) I (Am)turned - and inly burned With joy (Fj7) that one so (G)low should rise so (Am)high. (Fj7) (Am7) (Dm) (D2) (G) (Cj7) (Fj7) (E) (Am) (Dm) (D2) (G) (Cj7) (Fj7) (E) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) Lyrics from Collected Poems (1849-1940) by James H. Cousins, at the Internet Archive (archive.org), Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 28 May 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Shape Of The World Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Dm6) (E7) (Am) (G) (Am)Watching the news tends to give me the blues, (Fj7)Shape of the world, (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) The (Am)smoke in the air is toxic, beware, That´s the (Fj7)shape of the world, the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) (Am)Plastic in the water, explain that to your daughter, (Fj7)Shape of the world, the sorry (Am)shape of the world. (Em) (Fj7) (G) (Dm6)Does it shake you, (E7)will it wake you, The (Am)shape of the world, (G) shape of the (Am)world? (Dm6) (E7) (Am) (G) (Am)Ruthless men in power, evil deeds every hour, (Fj7)Shape of the world, explain the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) (Am)Fake news and treason are the reason For the (Fj7)shape of the world, the sorry (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) The (Am)fascist beast has come back to feast, (Fj7)Shape of the world, that´s the (Am)shape of the world. (Em) (Fj7) (G) (Dm6)Does it shake you, (E7)will it wake you, The (Am)shape of the world, (G) the shape of the (Am)world? (Dm6) (E7) (Am) (G) (Am)Hunger and despair, few really care About the (Fj7)shape of the world, the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) Refu(Am)gees on the run, explain that to your son, Ah, the (Fj7)shape of the world, the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) (Am)World´s in danger, there´s no lone ranger Can (Fj7)change the (Am)shape of the world. (Em) (Fj7) (G) (Dm6)Does it shake you, (E7)will it wake you, The (Am)shape of the world, (G) shape of the (Am)world? (Dm6) (E7) (Am) (G) I (Am)ride my motor bike, because that´s what I like, Damn the (Fj7)shape of the world, the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) Love to (Am)eat and drink well, just go to hell, (Fj7)Shape of the world, damn the (Am)shape of the world. (Cj7) (D) I don´t have (Am)many more years, can´t shed too many tears About the (Fj7)shape of the world, the sad (Am)shape of the world. (Em) (Fj7) (G) - Instrumental, chorus chords - (Am)Greed in power burns the world every hour, That´s the (Fj7)shape of the world, (Am) the desperate shape of the world. Words and music JH, Beerze, The Netherlands, 21 July 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Sabu Visits The Twin Cities Alone John Prine - Two instrumental verse lines- The (C)movie wasn't really doing so (Dm)hot, Said the (G)new producer to the (G7)old big (C)shot. It´s dying on the edge of the great Mid(Dm)west, Sa(G)bu must tour or for(G7)ever (C)rest. Hey look, ma, here comes the elephant boy, (F)Bundled all up in his corduroy, (G)Headed down south towards Illinois, From the (F)jungles of (G)East St. (C)Paul. His manager sat in the office a(Dm)lone, (G)Staring at the numbers on the (G7)tele(C)phone, Wondering how a man could send a child (Dm)actor To (G)visit in the land of the (G7)wind chill (C)factor. Hey look, ma, here comes the elephant boy, (F)Bundled all up in his corduroy, (G)Headed down south towards Illinois, From the (F)jungles of (G)East St. (C)Paul. - Instrumental verse - Sabu was sad, the whole tour (Dm)stunk, The (G)airline´s lost the (G7)elephant's (C)trunk. The roadie got the rabies and the scabies and the (Dm)flu, They were (G)low on morale but they were (G7)high on.glue.(C) Hey look, ma, here comes the elephant boy, (F)Bundled all up in his corduroy, (G)Headed down south towards Illinois, From the (F)jungles of (G)East St. (C)Paul, From the (F)jungles of (G)East St. (C)Paul, From the (F)jungles of (G)East St. (C)Paul. © John Prine, All Rights Reserved The way I play the song. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Unicorn (Sad Mythical Beasts) Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (Am) (G) (Am) (F) (G) I saw a (C)unicorn, A cow had (G)lost one horn And (Am)now felt so in(F)ferior. I think she (C)sensed my doubt, For she (E)turned about And (Am)showed me (D7) her pos(G)terior. (C) (G) (Am) (G) (F) (G) I saw a (C)wollongong With his (G)gong long gone, He (Am)looked so sad and (F)weary. “With(C)out my gong, How can I (E)sing a song?” A (Am)tear fell (D7)in his (G)beery. And the (F)minotaur Had (C)lost his oar, It had (E)fallen off his (Am)saddle. Now he (Dm)felt so weak, Was (Am)up on shit creek With(F)out a (G)sturdy (C)paddle. (G) (C) (G) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) (G) Sue, the (C)sewer alligator, Sang, (G)“See you later! I (Am)need to find a croco(F)dile. It takes a (C)mighty long while To find a (E)tasty crocodile, I don´t (Am)see one on the (D7)menu, (G)waiter.” (C) (G) (Am) (G) (F) (G) And old man (C)Bigfoot cried, “My (G)shoes are too tight, I (Am)need a bigger (F)pair!” In the (C)shoe shops I yelp, “Please, (E)help, help help!” But I (Am)can´t find a (D7)bigger pair (G)anywhere.” I saw a (F)hellhound, She was (C)heaven-bound, She (E)knew she was on the wrong (Am)track, At the (Dm)Pearly Gates, She howled, (Am)“Is it too late? (F)Satan, please (G)take me (C)back!” (G) (C) (G) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) (G) But the ho(C)munculus Said, “Don´t you (G)make such a fuss! It´s (Am)good to be a(F)live! If we (C)did not exist, We would be (E)sorely missed, So, (Am)mythical beasts, don´t you (D7)give me no jive, (F)Mythical beasts, (C) don´t you (D7)give me (G) no (C)jive!” (G) (Am) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Words and Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 10 April 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Eight Days Out Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (G) (Gj7) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) I’m (G)out on the circuit, (Gj7)making my rounds. (Am)Been out since Monday, it’s (D)bringing me down.(D4) (D) I’m (Cj7)stuck in the mud, (Bb)spinning my wheels, You’ve (Am)been here your(Am7)self, you (D)know how it (D4)feels.(D) (G)You’re what’s (Cj7)keeping me go(G)ing Through the (Am)heartache, the (Am7)fears and the (D4)do(D)ubt. (Em)I’ll be (B7)back, (Cj7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight days (D)out, (D4) (Em)I’ll be (Cj7)back, (Am7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight (D)days (G)out. (Gj7) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) (D) I (G)used to like traveling, I (Gj7)don’t anymore, (Am)Talking to strangers, (D)opening doors. (D4) (D) (Cj7)I can’t believe what (Bb)I have become, A (Am)splintering stick(Am7) on a (D)little tin drum.(D4) (D) (G)You’re what’s (Cj7)keeping me go(G)ing Through the (Am)heartache, the (Am7)fears and the (D4)do(D)ubt. (Em)I’ll be (B7)back, (Cj7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight days (D)out, (D4) (Em)I’ll be (Cj7)back, (Am7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight (D)days (G)out. The (Em)shadows keep shifting, (Bbj7/F)Moving the lines, Don’t (Am7)know where I’m going, Though there are (D)plenty of signs. (D2) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) (D) I’ll (G)go through the motions and (Gj7)X off the days, I’ll (Am)make up distractions, as (D)time burns away. (D4) (D) (Cj7)Deep in this night I am (Bb)thinking too much, (Am)You’re far away,(Am7) but I’m (D)feeling your (D4)to(D)uch. (G)You’re what’s (Cj7)keeping me go(G)ing Through the (Am)heartache, the (Am7)fears and the (D4)do(D)ubt. (Em)I’ll be (B7)back, (Cj7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight days (D)out, (D4) (Em)I’ll be (Cj7)back, (Am7)I’ll be (D)back, (Am) But I’m (Am7)eight (D)days (G)out. (Gj7) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) (D) (G) (Gj7) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) (D) (G) Words © 2001 Fred Grittner, All Rights Reserved, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 07 April 2020, several small changes till 14 April janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Ghost Of Robert Johnson Ralph McTell (Em) Down at the lonely crossroads, where the (Am)gypsies buried their child, A (G)cigarette stub smolders from a (B7)pack of Lucky Strike. (Em)Smoke drifts in the stillness. A (Am)guitar at his side, The (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson waits for the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. If you hear those bus tyres humming, glimpse the (Am)distant headlights pale, The (G)heartbeat you hear drumming is from the (B7)hellhound on his trail. (Em)Better to keep moving, there (Am)is no place to hide, So the (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. It´s the (Am)shadows in your mind that words cannot express, The (Em)shiver in your heart when it´s full of emptiness. Like a (Am)bottle that´s been drained and smashed and cast aside, The (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. Everything´s in pieces and it´s (Am)smashed out on the ground, Took the (G)bottle by the neck and (B7)tuned the guitar down. When he (Em)hits those open strings, hear that (Am)one long weeping glide, The (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus and (Em)rides. - Instrumental, bridge chords - In the twisting restless dark, when you´re (Am)wishing time away, Know you (G)cannot have possession (B7)over judgement day. Be(Em)trayed by love in vain like some (Am) altar-jilted bride, The (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. His (Am)guitar speaks for words unsung, alight with spark and fire, Se(Em)duces with a poet´s tongue, rhymes fear and dark desire, Makes a (Am)man plead like a child when his need outweighs his pride, That´s when the (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. Down at the lonely crossroads smoke (Am)drifts, anticipating Which(G)ever way the breeze might blow, e(B7)ternity lies waiting. (Em) Where imagination and re(Am)ality collide, The (B7)ghost of Robert Johnson takes the Greyhound bus to (Em)ride. - Instrumental, verse chords - © Ralph McTell, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Song For Tomke Jan Hauenstein (C) (Em7/B) (Am7) (Fj7) (G) (C)Ride through the night On your little blue (F)horse, Your little blue (Fm)horse, Of course, Knows the way through the (C)night. Al(Em)right? Al(Dm7)right. (G) Sleep safe through the (C)night. (Em7/B) (Am7) (Fj7) (G) (C)Dream through the night With your cuddly brown (F)pet, The cuddly brown (Fm)pet Will get You the best dreams every (C)night. Al(Em)right? Al(Dm7)right. (G) Dream safe through the (C)night. And (F)when sometimes you need to cry, May (Fm)someone be nigh Who (C)knows how to soothe your troubled (Am)mind. And (F)when somebody is sad and blue And it (Fm)seems they need you, Con(C)sider you might try to be (Am)kind. I (F)know that´s not (G)easy, some(C)times. (Em7/B) (Am7) (Fj7) (G) May you (C)walk through your day True and (F)strong, You can´t go (Fm)wrong For long When you find your own (C)way, O(Em)kay? O(Dm7)kay. (G) Walk your own peculiar (C)way. (Em7/B) (Am7) (Fj7) (G) (C)Ride through the night On your little blue (F)horse, That little blue (Fm)horse, Of course, Knows the way through the (C)night. Al(Em)right? Al(Dm7)right. (G) Sleep safe through the (C)night. Good (Fj7)days and good nights for you (G)always, Dear (C)Tomke. (Cadd9) (C) (G) (C) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 02 June 2020 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com