July, You´re a Woman John Stewart (E) (Ej7) (F#m) (B7) 5x I can´t (E)hold it on the (Ej7)road When you´re (F#m)sitting right (B7)beside me, And I´m (E)drunk out of my (Ej7)mind (F#m)Merely from the (B7)fact that you are (E)here.(Ej7) (F#m) (B7) Yeah, and (E)I have not been (Ej7)known As the (F#m)saint of San (B7)Joaquin, And I´d (E)just as soon right (Ej7)now(F#m) Pull on (B7)over to the (E)side of the (G#7)road(A) And (B)show you what I (E)mean. (C#m)La deda dadada (A)da, (C#m)La deda dadada (A)da-a,(B7) (E)July, you´re a (A)woman, (B7)more than anyone I`ve ever (E)known.(Ej7) (F#m) (B7) Yeah, and (E)I can´t hold my (Ej7)eyes On the (F#m)white line out (B7)before me When your (E)hand is on my (Ej7)collar (F#m)And you´re (B7)talking in my (E)ear.(Ej7) (F#m) (B7) Oh, and (E)I have been (Ej7)around With a (F#m)gypsy girl named (B7)Shannon, (E)Daughter of the (Ej7)devil. (F#m)It is (B7)strange that I should (E)mention that to (G#7)you,(A) ´Cause I haven´t (B)thought of her in (E)years. (C#m)La deda dadada (A)da, (C#m)La deda dadada (A)da-a,(B7) (E)July, you´re a (A)woman, (B7)more than anyone I´ve ever (E)known.(Ej7) (F#m) (D7) I can´t (G)hold it on the (Bm7)road When you´re (C)sitting right (D7)beside me And I´m (G)drunk out of my (Bm7)mind (C)Merely from the (D7)fact that you are (G)here.(Bm7) (C) (D) Yeah, and (G)I have not been (Bm7)known As the (C)saint of San (D7)Joaquin And I´d (G)just as soon right (Bm7)now (C)Pull on (D7)over to the (G)side of the (B7)road (C)And (D)show you what I (G)mean. (Em)La deda dadada (C)da, (Em)La deda dadada (C)da-a,(D7) (G)July, you´re a (C)woman, (D7)more than anyone I´ve ever (G)known.(Bm7)(C) (D7) (G)July, you´re a (C)woman, (D7)more than anyone I´ve ever (G)known,(Bm7) (C)more than (D)anyone (G)I´ve ever (Em)known. (C) (D)July, you´re a (G)woman.(Em) (C)La de(D)da dadada (G)da,(Em) (C)La de(D)da dadada (G)da da dada (Em)da, (C)La da (D)da dadn da da (G)da. © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com This is Charlie Woodward´s version D5 is the normal D-chord, plus pinkie 5th fret on the high E-string (A-note is what you hear. Sounds good)

Topsoil Blues Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein Capo 5th fret (Fj7) (Fj9) (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/D) (G/B) I’m (C)beginning (C/B)to (Am)wonder(Am/E) (F)Will my crops come (C)in? (C/E) There (C)isn’t (C/B)any (Am)sight of rain,(Am/E) And my (F)topsoil’s much too (G)thin.(G/D) (F)I should leave this (C)place,(C/E) But it’s (Fj7)burned into my skin. The (G)holy ghost of order (Fj7)Is my next of (C5)kin. (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/D) (G/B) I’m (C)starting (C/B)to con(Am)sider(Am/E) (F)All my options (C)now.(C/E) I (C)try to (C/B)stay on (Am)message,(Am/E) But (F)I can’t speed this (G)plow.(G/D) (F)No one wants to (C)listen,(C/E) (Fj7)They know anyhow. I (G)swore that I´d be silent, But (Fj7)I can´t keep that (C5)vow. (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/D) (G/B) The (Am)time between Natchez (Fj7)And the gulf coast sand Could (G)fill up a dump truck And a (Cj7)one-night (Cj7/E)stand. (Cj7) (Cj7/E) I can (Am)see your lips moving, But (E)I don’t understand, You (Am)speak a long-dead (Fj7)language (G)In this no man´s (Cj7)land. (Cj7/E) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Dm) (G) (Dm7) (G) (G/D) (G/B) I’m (C)going (C/B)to the (Am)pay phone,(Am/E) (F)Try to make a (C)line.(C/E) Should (C)get my(C/B)self a tat(Am)too,(Am/E) (F)Not the homemade (G)kind.(G/D) You (F)can’t erase the (C)past(C/E) Un(Fj7)less you hit rewind. So (G)many broken borders (Fj7)In this state of (C5)mind. (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/D) (G/B) (C)I used (C/B)to have (Am)nightmares(Am/E) (F)That would come and (C)go,(C/E) Now they’re (C)circling (C/B)over (Am)Texas(Am/E) In a (F)barnstorming (G)show.(G/D) It’s (F)hard to read the (C)wine list(C/E) (Fj7)When you’re eating crow, I´ll (G)wash it down and wonder What (Fj7)seeds I´ve left to (C5)sow. (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/D) (G/B) The (Am)time between Natchez (Fj7)And the gulf coast sand Could (G)fill up a dump truck And a (Cj7)one-night (Cj7/E)stand. (Cj7) (Cj7/E) I can (Am)see your lips moving, But (E)I don’t understand, You (Am)speak a long-dead (Fj7)language (G)In this no man´s (Cj7)land. (Cj7/E) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Cj7) (Cj7/E) (Dm) (G) (Dm7) (G) (G/D) (G/B) (Cj7) (C) Words Fred Grittner, music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 28 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

As If I Really Knew You Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (G) (B7) (Em) (C) (D) (D4)(hold) As (G)if I really (B7)knew you, (Em) As if you really (C)cared. My (D)car has had a breakdown, But (Am)it won’t be re(D)paired. I (G)came to see you (B7)Sunday, By (Em)Monday you were (C)gone. As (D)if I really knew you, As (Em)if you (A7)were the (D)one. (D4)(hold) As (G)if I saw it (B7)coming, As (Em)if I turned my (C)eyes. I (D)courted every favor, I (Am)did not get re(D)prise. For (G)me it all makes (B7)sense now, You (Em)bounced the ball so (C)high. As (D)if I saw it coming, As (Em)if I (A7)broke the (D)tie. (D4)(hold) As (G)if the night be(B7)comes you, As (Em)if the day be(C)trays. You (D)mentioned the survivors Of the (Am)crash in the Ever(D)glades. For (G)me it all makes (B7)sense now, You dis(Em)missed the doubts I (C)owned. As (D)if I saw it coming, As (Em)if I (A7)made the (D)loan. (D4)(hold) (C)Maybe I could have (D)sensed it, (B7)Maybe I should have (Em)known, That (Am)what we had was so (Em)hard to keep, But so (B7)easy to dis(Em)own.(Em/B)(Em/G)(Em) (Am) (Am7) (D) (D4) (D)(hold) (G) (B7) (Em) (C) (D) (Am) (D) For (G)me it all makes (B7)sense now, You (Em)bounced the ball so (C)high. No, I (D)did not see it (hold)coming, What a way to say good(G)bye. (B7) (Em) Words © Fred Grittner 2002, music and words for the interlude Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 25 January 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can´t Really Strum It Jim Clare & Jan Hauenstein You can pick and strum guitars… what about noses? As a (C)picker, I feel I must (Am)say, I suppose, It (F)seems a bit much to be (G)strumming one's nose, (F)Noses are structured to be (G)blown, wiped or picked, (F)Strumming is only a (G)cheap, (F) (G) showy (C)trick.(C/B)(Am)(Am)(C/B)(C)(C/E)(G/D)(hold) You can (C)pick your (Am)nose, But you (F)can´t really (G)strum it, For (C)if you (Am)do, it´ll (F)just turn (G)numb, it ´ll (F)turn bright red In the (G)middle of your head. I (Am)guess that shows That you (G)shouldn´t ever (F)strum (G)your (C)nose, Thar (C/B)she (Am)blows.(Am/E)(F)(F/E)(G/D)(G)(hold) My (C)nose is running, look, (Am)there it goes, Right (F)into the pub known as (G)Pelican Joe's, Just (F)time for a short one, but (G)make it real quick, It's al(F)ready past last call, you're (G)here (F) (G) in the (C)nick.(C/B)(Am)(Am)(C/B)(C)(C/E) (F)Pelican Joe´s is Not (G)only for noses, The (E)nape of the neck Is (Am)having a snack, The (F)calf had a laugh and a (G)piece of same, (E)Cannibalism just be(Am)cause of its name. See, the (Em)belly lost a (Am)button, De(Em)voured too much (Am)mutton, Oh, the (F)belly lost a (C)button, De(G)voured too much (C)mutton.(C/E)(G/D)(G/D)(F)(Fadd9)(F)(C/E)(C)(C)(C/E)(G/D)(G)(C)(hold) ´Tis a (C)shame about the belly, but the (Am)nature of a glutton, To (F)eat up like a pig, 'till (G)all that's left is nuttin'. (F)Leavin' Joe to clean the (G)place out with a hose, (F)All because I tried to (G)strum (F) (G) my (C)nose.(C/B)(Am)(Am)(C/B)(C)(C/E)(G/D)(hold) You can (C)pick your (Am)nose, But you (F)can´t really (G)strum it, For (C)if you (Am)do, it´ll (F)just turn (G)numb, it ´ll (F)turn bright red In the (G)middle of your head. I (Am)guess that shows That you (G)shouldn´t ever (F)strum (G)your (C)nose, Thar (C/B)she (Am)blows,(Am/E)(F)(F)(F/E)(G/D)(G)(hold) (C)Ah, thar (C/B)she (Am)blows.(Am/E) (F)Is that(F/E)your (G/D)nose? (G)Huge...(hold) (Am)Don´t you think that shows You should (F)never ever (G)(hold)strum (G)your (C)(hold)nose?(G7) (C) Words Jim Clare, Canandaigua, NY, and Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, Germany, 9 and 10 July 2009, Music Jan Hauenstein 10 July janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

I Saw Her Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein I (Em)saw her In a (Am)back alley bar, Where the (D)cheap clientele Were (E)way below par. I (A)saw her In a (Am)North Country dive, Where (C)only the lonely (B7/D#)Come out alive, (Em9)Flanked by her lovers in (Dj7)deep camouflage, (Cj7)Trailed by her agents, a (Bbj7/F)bleak entourage, (Cj7)All so intent on cre(Am)ating a mirage, (Am/E) Then (Dm6)vanishing into the (E)night. (E/G) (Am) (Dm6) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/A)(G/B)(Am) (hold) I (Em)saw her On a (Am)New England beach, (D)Reading Flaubert And (E)eating a peach. I (A)saw her (Am)Searching for gold, (C)Panning out something That (B7/D#)later was sold. (Em9)So captivating, the (Dj7)talk of the town, A (Cj7)face and a memory, of (Bbj7/F)borrowed renown, In (Cj7)jeans and a t-shirt or (Am)haute couture gown. (Am/E) The (Dm6)cameras keep clicking a(E)way. (E/G) I (Am)saw her, I (Dm6)saw her, I (Am7)saw her, I (Fj7)saw her… (Am)Isolation breeds (Em)mystery,(Em9) Be(Am)hind the image there (Fj7)may be (Fadd9)(hold)less to (Am)see, (E)So much (E/G)less (E/B)to (Am)see.(Am/G) (Am) (Dm6) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (G/A)(G/B)(Am) (hold) I (Em)saw her On a (Am)magazine stack, (D)Scaling a mountain In (E)Northeast Iraq. I (A)saw her, And I’ll (Am)see her again, (C)Media junkies (B7/D#)Crave heroines. (Em9) (Em) I (Am)saw her, I (Dm6)saw her, I (Am7)saw her, I (Fj7)saw her… (Fadd9) (Am) Words © Fred Grittner 1979, music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 16 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Steal Your Heart Martha Ann Brooks Capo 3rd fret (G) (Am) (C) (Em) (hold) Gonna steal your (Em)heart, Pick it up and slip it (D)into my back (D/A)pocket, I´m going to (C)bind it up on a silver chain And (G)wear it just like a (D)locket. Gonna (D/F#)steal your (Em)heart, Gonna wrap you in a (D)love that’s so delightful, I’m going to (C)weave myself into your life Un(G)til it is almost (D)frightful. Gonna steal your (Em)heart, I’m gonna steal your heart. (C/E)I (Gmaj7/D)will (C)steal (G/B)your (C)heart (Bm7)com(Am)pletely (Em)Now, my love, (C/E)Bend (Gmaj7/D)and (C)break (G/B)you, (C)mold (Bm7)and (Am)make you, (Em)Mine, my love, All (D)mine, my love.(hold) (Em)Oh... You’re (C)always happy, (G/B)laughing with your (Am)friends, You (C)never even (G/B)try to make a(Am7)mends, But that’s cause you’re con(Em)fused. You (C)haven’t figured (G/B)out that I’m the (Am)one Who’s (C)calling all the (G/B)shots and making (Am)all (Am/G)the (Am)rules For (Em)you, my (D)love. (hold) (G) (Am) (C) Wait and (Em)see…(hold) Gonna steal your (Em)heart, You think that I am sweet, but (D)I am just a (D/A)thief. I’ll (C)sneak right in, commit my sin, And (G)leave you in disbe(D)lief. I’m gonna (D/F#)steal your (Em)heart, I’ll go after it in (D)just a little while. You’ll (C)fall for me eternally, It (G)starts with a simple (D)smile. I’m gonna steal your (Em)heart, I’m gonna steal your heart. (C/E)I (Gmaj7/D)will (C)steal (G/B)your (C)heart (Bm7)com(Am)pletely (Em)Now, my love, (C/E)Bend (Gmaj7/D)and (C)break (G/B)you, (C)mold (Bm7)and (Am)make you, (Em)Mine, my love, All (D)mine, my love.(hold) (G)Oh...(Am) (C) You’re for (Em)me... © Martha Ann Brooks, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Little Ice Queen Jan Hauenstein (G) (F) (C) (D)(D) (G)(hold) (C)(G)(hold) Little ice (G)queen, He did not know she could be (D)so mean, But she (G)slid away the (G/B)screen, And all there (C)was to be (C/E)seen Was (D7)ice, ice, ice, ice, ice,(hold) and more ice, Little ice (G)(hold)queen. (F) (C) (D)(D) (G)(hold) (C)(G)(hold) When she was (G)down, When her whole world wore a (D)frown, She (G)came to (G/B)him, And he (C)took her (C/E)in, When her (D7)whole world (D7)wore (D7)a (G)(hold)frown. (C)(G)(hold) He was not always very (G)good for her, But he did the best he (D)could for her. Well, at (G)least most of the (G/B)time, And she (C)made his world (C/E)shine, And he (D7)did the best he (G)could for her. (F) (C) (D)(D) (G) (F)(F) (C)(C) (D)(D) (G)(hold) (E7)He still thinks she (A7)loved him true, And (D7)all the things that (G)he would do… He (E7)was her friend, he (A7)was her clown When(D)ever (C)she (D7)felt (G)(hold)down. (C)(G)(hold) But when he dared to be (G)sad, There was no friendship to be (D)had, And she (G)quickly went a(G/B)way When he (C)needed her to (C/E)stay, She (D)simply (D7)went (D7)a(G)(hold)way. (C)(G)(hold) Just two short lines, only an (G)e-mail, So very rotten, you (D) female. She (G)didn´t even (G/B)call When his (C)back was to the (C/E)wall, Such a (D7)cowardly (G)fe(G)male.(hold) (C)(G)(hold) (E7)Rainy days, she (A7)loved him true, (D7)Sunny days, well, (G)who are you? He (E7)was her friend, he (A7)was her clown When(D)ever (C)she (D7)was (G)(hold)down. (C)(G)(hold) - Instrumental verse and bridge - Little ice (G)queen, He did not think she could be (D)so mean, But she (G)slid away the (G/B)screen, And all there (C)was to be (C/E)seen Was (D7)ice, ice, ice, ice, ice,(hold) and more ice, Little ice (G)(hold)queen. (F) (C) (D)(D) (G) (F)(F) (C)(C) (D)(D)(D) (G)(hold) (D)(hold)Ice (G)(hold)queen. (G) (C) (A7) (D7) (G) (C) (D) (G) Goettingen, 23 September 2008 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Eddie Loves Bernadette Forever Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (G/B) (Am) (Am/E) (F) (C/E) (C) (G) (Am) (Am/E) (D) (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, yes, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette(hold) for(F)ever.(hold) (C)Weave the writing (G/B)to the wall u(Am)pon the bridge (Am/E)and (F)down the (C/E)hall, We (C)don't change much from (G)year to year, a (Am)little more doubt (Am/E)and a (D)little more fear, But (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, yes, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette(hold) for(F)ever.(hold) (C)Eddie was left with (G)nothin' to do on a (F)full moon Friday (C)night, He was (F)sometimes known for (C)being in love and for (F)startin' the occasional (G)fight. With the (C)moon in clouds and (G)streets behind, his (F)boredom raged so (C)strong, He (F)made his move on (C)Bernadette with a (F)promise all right and (G)wrong.(hold) (C)Weave the writing (G/B)to the wall u(Am)pon the bridge (Am/E)and (F)down the (C/E)hall, We (C)don't change much from (G)year to year, a (Am)little more doubt (Am/E)and a (D)little more fear, But (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, yes, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette(hold) for(F)ever.(hold) (C)She was born in a (G)music box, (F)full of ways to (C)live, She (F)fought for breath in the (C)summer days and (F)found out what to (G)give To the (C)boys of the dusk and the (G)dark and the night, could she (F)ever stop wastin' (C)time? The (F)answer was yes, with the (C)truth a guess, as the (F)chill passed through her (G)spine.(hold) So they (C)watched for the cars to (G)pass that night as they (F)signed their love's re(C)mark To the (G)concrete canvas with the (Am)shadow's hand and the (F)dim light thriller's (G)spark. (C)Down the road they'd (G)think of it and (F)smile to pass the (C)time, But just (G)now they only (Am)kept their watch and (F)left behind the (G)rhyme.(hold) (C)Weave the writing (G/B)to the wall u(Am)pon the bridge (Am/E)and (F)down the (C/E)hall, We (C)don't change much from (G)year to year, a (Am)little more doubt (Am/E)and a (D)little more fear, But (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, yes, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette(hold) for(F)ever.(hold) The (C)haze still winds its (G)way beneath the (F)southbound lanes a(C)bove, And the (F)traffic seldom (C)slows to read their (F)signatures in (G)love, And (C)Eddie's thoughts turn (G)back sometimes to the (F)night that passion (C)reigned, To (F)pass his lonely (C)feelings on and (F)leave behind the (G)pain.(hold) (C)Weave the writing (G/B)to the wall u(Am)pon the bridge (Am/E)and (F)down the (C/E)hall, We (C)don't change much from (G)year to year, a (Am)little more doubt (Am/E)and a (D)little more fear, But (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette(hold) for(F)ever, (C) Forever. (G/B) (Am) (Am/E) (F) (C/E) (C) (G) (Am) (Am/E) (D) (Am)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(Am)ever, yes, (C)Eddie loves (G)Bernadette for(F)ever, fo(C)ever. Words © 1991 Terry Lee Ransom, music Jan Hauenstein, Roemoe, Denmark, 01 April 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Bolinas John Stewart Capo 4th fret Single notes on D, G and B-string: f# g b f# g b f# g b f# e d (C)(accentuate notes on high strings) e e (Em7/B) d e (Am) c (single notes:)e e d b (D) d e (Am) c d (Em) b g a-(hammer on and pull off)- g (D-string:)f# (Em) (start pattern on D, G and B-string for first part of verse:) B--------open-------open------- G---open-------open------------ D-2-----------4------------------ e g b f# g b (e)Time(g)in (b)Bo(f#)li(g)nas (b)Is (e)so (g)ve(b)ry (f#)small,(g) (b) The (e)clock(g)on (b)the (f#)court(g)house (b)Ain't (e)wor(g)king (b)at (f#)all, (g) (b) And the (Am7)Mayor of Bolinas (Am/C)Is (Am)digging for clams, But (Fj7)folks in Bolinas,(D)(hold) They don't give a (begin pattern: e..)damn. (continue pattern:) g b e g b e g b e g b (no f# movement this time) (new pattern on D, G and B-strings for first part of verse, bass notes G (5th fret), F# (4th fret), E (2nd fret) and D (play the string open), all played on the D-string:) B---------open--------open---------open-----------open---- G----open--------open---------open-----------open--------- D-5th---------4th----------2nd-----------open--------------- (5)Two little (4)figures, (2)Far down the (open)road, (5)Chasing the (4)trains As (2)far as they (open)go, But the (Am)train disappears In (Am/C)its (Am)own westward dot, And the (Fj7)two little figures Now (Fj9)stand on the (D)spot Where (g)all that (Bm7)mighty (Em)iron (G7)Had (C)ro(C/B)lled.(Am) (high notes run on B and G-string:) b d b g aa b c b g a (hold) And the track now is (begin pattern: e…)cold. (continue pattern on D, G and B-string:) g b f# g b e g b f# g b When the (Am7)world (D) Was spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am7)wind(Am7/G) (D/F#) Carry it (g)on … (high notes run on B and G-string: b b-c c-d b-a-g) When the (Am7)world (Am/G) (D/F#) was spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am7)wind (Am/G) (D/F#) (hold) Carry it (begin pattern: e…)on … (continue pattern on D, G and B-string:g b f# g b e g b f# g b) (e)Time(g)in (b)Bo(f#)li(g)nas (b)is (e)so (g)ve(b)ry (f#)small …(g b e g b f# g b e g b f# g b) When the (Am7)world (D) Was spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am7)wind(Am7/G) (D/F#) Carry it (g)on … (high notes run on B and G-string: b b-c c-d b-a-g) When the (Am7)world (Am/G) (D/F#) was spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am7)wind (Am/G) (D/F#) (hold) Carry it (begin pattern: e…)on … (continue pattern on D, G and B-string: g b f# g b e g b f# g b) (e)Time(g)in (b)Bo(f#)li(g)nas (b)Is (e)so (g)ve(b)ry (f#)small,(g) (b) The (e)clock(g)on (b)the (f#)court(g)house (b)Ain't (e)wor(g)king (b)at (f#)all, (g) (b) And the (Am7)Mayor of Bolinas (Am/C)Is (Am)digging for clams, But (Fj7)folks in Bolinas,(D)(hold) They don't give a (begin pattern: e…)damn. (continue pattern: g b f# g b e g b f# g b e g b f# g b f# g b e) © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de & Charlie Woodward www.janhauenstein.com "Easy guitar" (You can even leave out the bass and high notes runs - still sounds good) Bolinas John Stewart Capo 4th fret (Em) (bass run E D B)(C)(C/B)(Am)(high notes run e e d b d) (C)(Cj7) (high notes run a g f#)(Em) Time in Bolinas is so very small, The clock on the courthouse ain't working at all, And the (Am)Mayor of Bolinas (Am/C)is (Am)digging for clams, But (Fj7)folks in Bolinas,(D) (hold) They don't give a (Em)damn. Two little figures far down the road, Chasing the trains as far as they go, But the (Am)train disappears in (Am/C)its (Am)own westward dot And the (Fj7)two little figures now (Fj9)stand on the spot Where (g)all that (Bm7)mighty (Em)iron (G7) Had (C)ro(C/B)lled…(Am) (high notes run b d b g a) (hold) And the track now is (Em)cold. When the (C)world(C/B)(Am) Was (D7)spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am)wind(Am/G)(Am/F#) (D7)Carry it (g)on…(C)(g) When the (C)world(C/B)(Am) Was (D7)spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am)wind(Am/G)(Am/F#) (hold) Carry it (Em)on. Time in Bolinas is so very small… When the (C)world(C/B)(Am) Was (D7)spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am)wind(Am/G)(Am/F#) (D7)Carry it (g)on…(C)(g) When the (C)world(C/B)(Am) Was (D7)spinning a (g)song,(G/F#)(Em) And it whistled (Em/B)the (Am)wind(Am/G)(Am/F#) (hold) Carry it (Em)on. Time in Bolinas is so very small, The clock on the courthouse ain't working at all, And the (Am)Mayor of Bolinas (Am/C)is (Am)digging for clams, But (Fj7)folks in Bolinas,(D) (hold) They don't give a (Em)damn. © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved

Unless (The ‘Song-In-Four-Emails’ Song) Fred Grittner & Jan Hauenstein (C)Ain´t no beard un(G/B)less you grow it, (Am)Ain´t no seed un(D7)less you sow it, (F)Ain´t no lawn un(E)less you mow it, (Am)Ain´t no row un(D)less… you (G)hoe it, (F)Ain´t no (C)beauty (E)´less you (Am)show it. (Am/B) (C)Ain't no snow un(G/B)less you flake it, (Am)Ain't no sin un(D7)less you snake it, (F)Ain't no stop un(E)less you brake it, (Am)Ain't no rouge un(D)less you (G)cake it, (F)Ain´t no (C)time un(E)less you (Am)take it.(Fj7) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (Am/B)(C)(C/D)(C/E) (F)With a stockpile (Cj7)of abuses That (Am)hide inside your (D)drawer, (F)I'm not taking (Cj7)your ex(Am)cuses, You (F)gotta check them (G)at the (Am)door. (Am/B) (C)Ain´t no truth un(G/B)less you know it, (Am)Ain´t no nose un(D7)less you blow it, (F)Ain´t no line un(E)less you toe it, (Am)Ain´t no debt un(D)less you (G)owe it, (F)Ain´t no (C)beauty (E)´less you (Am)show it. (Am/B) (C)Ain´t no bread un(G/B)less you bake it, (Am)Ain´t no beast un(D7)less you wake it, (F)Ain't no dance un(E)less you shake it, (Am)Ain´t no love un(D)less you (G)make it, (F)Ain´t no (C)time un(E)less you (Am)take it.(Fj7) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (Am/B)(C)(C/D)(C/E) I (F)came here for some (Cj7)comfort, And the (Am)chance that I might (D)find (F)Shelter from the (Cj7)winds of (Am)change That (F)strut and cut a(G)cross my (Am)mind. (Am/B) (C)Ain´t no knowledge (G/B)´less you stow it, (Am)Ain´t no beauty (D7)´less you show it, (F)Ain´t no earth un(E)less you quake it, (Am)Ain´t no time un(D)less you (G)take it, (F)Ain´t no (C)song un(E)less you (Am)make it.(G)(Am) Jan Hauenstein, Göttingen, Germany, and Fred Grittner, St. Paul, MN, 22 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Special Rider Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein A (Am)solitary (F)stranger Sifts (G)ashes and (Am)sand, (A2)(Am)(Am7) (Am)Searching for (C)something He might (D)never under(E)stand. (E7) I need a (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider To (Gj7)take my blues a(Fj7)wa(E)y, (E7) I’ll get that (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider (G)One of (Fj7)these (Am)days. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (A[5th fret]) (Am)Oh, my heart is (F)broken, I (G)made some service (Am)calls.(A2)(Am)(Am7) The (Am)parts were discon(C)tinued (D)Down in Cannon (E)Falls. (E7) I need a (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider To (Gj7)take my blues a(Fj7)wa(E)y, (E7) I’ll get that (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider (G)One of (Fj7)these (Am)days. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (A[5th fret]) I (Am)got a month of (F)Sundays (G)Sitting on the (Am)shelf,(A2)(Am)(Am7) I (Am)don’t feel much like (C)sharing, I’ll (D)keep them for my(E)self. (E7) I need a (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider To (Gj7)take my blues a(Fj7)wa(E)y, (E7) I’ll get that (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider (G)One of (Fj7)these (Am)days. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (A[5th fret]) - Instrumental, four lines - I need a (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider To (Gj7)take my blues a(Fj7)wa(E)y, (E7) I’ll get that (Am)Special (Fj7)Rider (G)One of (Fj7)these (Am)days. (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (A[5th fret]) Words © Fred Grittner 2004, music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 03 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Turning Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein My (C5)Momma died of heartache, my (F)Daddy died of fear, My (C)Brother died of (C5)boredom, and I (Am)wonder why I’m here. I (F)feel the planet turning, and I (E)wonder why I’m (Am)here. (Am/B)(C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (hold) Rise (C5)up to the occasion, cries the (F)beggar to the thief, I’ll (C)let you share my (C5)laughter, if you (Am)let me share your grief. I’ll (F)feel the planet turning, if you (E)let me share your (Am)grief. (Am/B)(C)Spin, (C5)feel (C)it (F)spin, (Fadd9)Deep (F)with(C)in, (F)feel (C)it (G/D)spin. (C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (hold) Seven (C5)painters of the midnight blue tug my (F)soul to be alive, Re(C)lease me from the (C5)never end, de(Am)fy the nine-to-five. I’ll (F)feel the planet turning, de(E)fying nine-to-(Am)five. (Am/B)(C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (hold) Speak (C5)softly now the secret words, don’t (F)let them slip away, My (C)Mom and Dad can’t (C5)hear them as they (Am)turn the night to day. I (F)feel the planet turning, as they (E)turn the night to (Am)day. (Am/B)(C)Spin, (C5)feel (C)it (F)spin, (Fadd9)Deep (F)with(C)in, (F)feel (C)it (G/D)spin. (C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (hold) My (C5)Momma died of heartache, my (F)Daddy died of fear, My (C)Brother died of (C5)boredom, and I (Am)wonder why I’m here. I (F)feel the planet turning, and I (E)wonder why I’m (Am)here. (Am/B)(C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (C) (C5) (C) (F) (Fadd9) (F) (C) (F) (C) (G/D) (hold) (C5) (F) (C) (C5) (Am) (hold) (C)Spin, (C5)feel (C)it (F)spin, (Fadd9)Deep (F)with(C)in, (F)feel (C)it (G/D)spin. (C)Spin, (C5)feel (C)it (F)spin, (Fadd9)Deep (F)with(C)in, (F)feel (C)it (G/D)spin. (C)Spin, (C5)feel (C)it (F)spin, (Fadd9)Deep (F)with(C)in, (F)feel (C)it (G/D)spin, (G)Feel (G/D)it (C)spin, Words Terry Lee ‘Handsome’ Ransom, music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 04 February 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Ghosts of the Memory Words Rex De Long/music Jan Hauenstein Capo 3rd fret (Em9) (Em) (Em9) (Em)(short hold) The (Em)Ghosts of the Memory are (D)dancing tonight, They (C)waltz all around the (B7)room, (Em)Swirling in silence to (D)some secret song, Un(C)folding the past for the (B7)fool. And (C)some of the dancers (Cj7)are (G)you, And (D)some of the dancers (D2)are (Em)me, And (F)some of the dancers Have (Bb/D)yet to come round into (Am)view.(Am#5add5/E)(Dm7)(Am/E)(D)(hold) (D)(Em)Then came the cowardly (D)King, In (C)love with the Maiden so (B7)fair, (Em)Knowing the woman who (D)knows him tonight Must pre(C)tend she has (B7)never been (Em)there. For the (C)Castle of Cards has (Cj7)been (G)made In (D)delicate balance (D2)a(Em)round, A (F)breath of the truth, And the (Bb/D)castle comes tumbling (Am)down.(Am#5add5/E)(Dm7)(Am/E)(D) (hold) (D)And (Em)so we continue the (D)play, Trans(C)parently whirling a(B7)way, (Em)Never quite sure when the (D)tune has begun, Or (C)when it is our turn to (B7)play. We (C)dance and we drink to (Cj7)it (G)all, This (D)frantically dizzy (D2)pa(Em)rade, A (F)glimpse of the truth, And the (Bb/D)game is a weary cha(Am)rade.(Am#5add5/E)(Dm7)(Am/E)(D) And (C)some of the dancers (Cj7)are (G)you, And (C)some of the dancers are (B7)me, And (C)some of the dancers will (D)dance on forever, (C)Caught in the whirlwind, they (B7)dance for the Devil, This (Em)waltz has become an en(Am)raged tarantella, And (C)I in the eye crying, (B7)“God! (hold) Deliver the fool! (Em) (C) (D) Deliver the (Em)fool…” (Am) (Em) (F) (Bb/D) (Am)(Am#5add5/E)(Dm7)(Am/E)(D)(D4)(D)(hold) (D)The (Em)Ghosts of the Memory were (D)dancing tonight, I (C)kneel quite a(B7)lone in this (Em)room. (C) (D) (Em)… Rex De Long & Jan Hauenstein, no tights reversed. Music Sunday, 29 June 2008, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Am#5add5/E E--1--------------- B--1--------------- G----2------------- D----2------------- A--x--------------- E--x--------------- Rex sent me a ‘short version’ of the lyrics by mistake, here are the full lyrics. The Ghosts of the Memory The Ghosts of the Memory are dancing tonight They Waltz all around the room Swirling in silence to some secret song Unfolding the past for the fool And some of the dancers are you And some of the dancers are me And some of the dancers Have yet to come round into view I spied the Sweet Maiden too soon Who did not wish to be seen Wrapped in the arms of The Soldier tonight While I played along for The Queen Then came the cowardly King In love with the Maiden so fair Knowing the woman who knows him tonight Must pretend she has never been there For the Castle of Cards has been made In delicate balance around A breath of the Truth And the Castle comes tumbling down And so we continue the play Transparently whirling away Never quite sure when the tune has begun Or when it is our turn to play We dance and we drink to it all This frantically dizzy Parade A glimpse of the Truth And the Game is a weary Charade And some of the dancers are you And some of the dancers are me And some of the dancers will dance on Forever Caught in the Whirlwind, they dance for the Devil This Waltz is become and enraged Tarantella And I in the Eye crying, “God! Deliver the Fool” The Ghosts of the Memory were dancing tonight I kneel quite alone in this room

Manassas in the Rain Words Jim Clare, music Jim Clare & Mark Teachey (Dm) (E7) (Am7) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) (C)I still see my boyhood days so (Fadd9)clearly, When I (C)wasn’t looking fifty years slipped (G)by, (G7) And a (Dm)way of life we paid for oh so (Am)dearly Has (Dm)vanished now for(Dm7)ever with a (G7)sigh. The (C)winds of war blew strongly back in (Fadd9)’61, (C)Patriotic fervor filled us (G)all. (G7) We (Dm)traded scythes and sickles (Am) for bayonets and guns In (Dm)answer to a (Dm7)distant bugle (G7)call. (hold) I close my (C)eyes, hear those (Em)distant flags a-(Am)poppin’, I (Fadd9)feel my horse be(G)neath me once a(C)gain. (G) Despite my(C)self, this old (Em)heart starts beating (Am)faster, And I’m (Dm)back at First Ma(Em)nassas in the (Am)rain. (C) I was just a boy at First Ma(Fadd9)nassas (C)Full of guff and spoiling for a (G)war, (G7) I was (Dm)old with empty eyes by Appo(Am)mattox, (Dm)Grieving for the (Dm7)South that was no (G7)more. (G) (C)Each year we commemorate the (Fadd9)battles (C)Honor those brave boys long laid to (G)rest. (G7) It gets (Dm)harder to remember (Am) how they made it right, And (Dm)sent us out to (Dm7)slaughter all our (G7)best. (hold) I close my (C)eyes, hear those (Em)distant flags a-(Am)poppin’, I (Fadd9)feel my horse be(G)neath me once a(C)gain. (G) Despite my(C)self, this old (Em)heart starts beating (Am)faster, And I’m (Dm)back at First Ma(Em)nassas in the (Am)rain. The (F)victors claim their (C)glory, And the (Em)vanquished through their (Am)pain Must (F)find their own Ma(C)nassas in the (G7)rain. (hold) I close my (C)eyes, hear those (Em)distant flags a-(Am)poppin’, I (Fadd9)feel my horse be(G)neath me once a(C)gain. (G) Despite my(C)self, this old (Em)heart starts beating (Am)faster, And I’m (Dm)back at First Ma(Em)nassas in the (Am)rain, And I’m (Dm)back at First Ma(Em)nassas in the (Am)rain. (Fj7) (Am) (Fj7) (Am) © Jim Clare & Mark Teachey, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, close to Jim and Mark´s original song janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Essentials Jan Hauenstein (Dm) Life (Dm9) (Dm) Is the impossible (C)thing, (C/D)(C/E)(C)(C/E) (Bb6)Life is the angel with a (A7short)tear in its (A7/E)wing, (Gm)And still it will (Dm/A[5th fret])soar (Bb6) When it can´t (A7short)soar (A7/E) Any(Dm)more.(Dm9) (Dm)(D4)(Dm)(D2)(Dm)(Dm) - Instrumental verse - (Dm) Love (Dm9) (Dm) Is a happy young (C)child, (C/D)(C/E)(C)(C/E) (Bb6) The joy of a new toy (A7short)running so (A7/E)wild, (Gm)Love is an old (Dm/A[5th fret])fart (Bb6) With a (A7short)spike rammed (A7/E) Through his (Dm)heart.(Dm9) (Dm)(D4)(Dm)(D2)(Dm)(Dm) - Instrumental verse - (Dm) Life (Dm9) (Dm) Is the impossible (C)thing, (C/D)(C/E)(C)(C/E) (Bb6)An angel with so many (A7short)tears on its (A7/E)wings, It (Gm)will try to (Dm/A[5th fret])soar (Bb6) When it can´t possibly (A7short)soar (A7/E) Any(Dm)more. (Dm9) (Dm)(D4)(Dm)(D2)(Dm)(Dm) (Dm/C) (Dm/B) (Bb6) (A7short) (A7/E) (D) Göttingen, words 06 and 10 September 2008, music 09 September 2008 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Dm9 E------------------ B------3----------- G----2------------- D------------------ A--x--------------- E--x--------------- Bb6 E------3----------- B------3----------- G------3----------- D------------------ A--1--------------- E--x--------------- A7/E (variant) E------3----------- B----2------------- G------------------ D----2------------- A--x--------------- E--x--------------- Dm/A[5th fret] E----------5------- B-------------6---- G---------------7-- D---------------7-- A------------------ E-x----------------