Such A Beautiful Smile Jan Hauenstein Saw a baby yester(G)day in Agios Niko(D)laos, Pushed along in a (F)pram by a little (C)lake. Something caught her (G)eye in Agios Niko(D)laos, Such a beautiful (F)smile, for heaven´s (C)sake! Such a beauti(C/B)ful (Am)smile, And it lasted a long (F)while, Such total a(C)bandon, such happi(G)ness! Such a beautiful (Am)face, So full of (F)grace, She was letting (C)go, And I would like to (G)know… (Bb) Why can the (Am)little ones show (F) That total a(C)bando(C/B)n,(Am) that wild (F)happiness? Can (G)anybody guess? (Bb) Can anybody (Am)say (F) What we lose along the (C)way When we lose the (F)smile (G) Of that happy little (C)child? (hold) Thinking of an old (G)woman in an old people´s (D)home With the TV (F)on in her little (C)flat. She frets away the (G)days in an old people´s (D)home, How she loves to com(F)plain about this and (C)that. And those snakes (C/B)of (Am)rain Always hissing in her (F)brain, She is only (C)happy when she is (G)not. And she´s lost in a (Am)maze Of shapeless, fuzzy (F)days, Sometimes she´s still (C)grasping For what she for(G)got. (Bb) Why can´t the (Am)old woman find That total a(C)bando(C/B)n,(Am) that wild (F)happiness? Can (G)anybody guess? (Bb) Can anybody (Am)say (F) What she lost along the (C)way, For she once (F)was (G) A happy little (C)child. (hold) Saw a baby yester(G)day in Agios Niko(D)laos, Pushed along in a (F)pram by a little (C)lake. Something caught her (G)eye in Agios Niko(D)laos, Such a beautiful (F)smile, for heaven´s (C)sake! (C/B)(Am) (F) (G) (C) Chersonissos, Crete, Wednesday, 14 October and Saturday, 17 October 2010 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

A Thousand Dead People in Her Hair Jan Hauenstein (C) (G/B) (Am) (G5) (F) (F/C) (G) (C) She (G/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (Fj7)people in her (Fj9)hair, (C) She (Em7/B)had a (Am)thousand(Am/G) dead (F)people in her (E)hair, A (F)thousand dead (E)people in her (Am)hair.(Am2)(Am) (Bass notes: AB) (C) Really (G/B)not a (Am)person (Am/G) I (Fj7)think I could ever (Fj9)like, (F) Looked like a (G)high-society (Am7)dame. (Bass notes: AB) (C) Still, (Em7/B)when I (Am)saw her (Am/G) in that (F)magazine to(E)day, (F) I just (G)thought, oh, what a (Am7)shame. (Bass notes: AB) (C) She (G/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (Fj7)people in her (Fj9)hair, (C) She (Em7/B)had a (Am)thousand(Am/G) dead (F)people in her (E)hair, A (F)thousand dead (E)people in her (Am)hair.(Am2)(Am) (Bass notes: AB) (C) She (G/B)had a (Am)big(Am/G) pearl (Fj7)necklace ´round her (Fj9)neck, (F) Her hair was (G)done up (Am7)well. (Bass notes: AB) (C) But (Em7/B)when I (Am)looked (Am/G)at her (F)frightened haggard (E)face, (F) I knew that (G)she had been through (Am7)hell. (Bass notes: AB) (C) She (G/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (Fj7)people in her (Fj9)hair, (C) She (Em7/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (F)people in her (E)hair, A (F)thousand dead (E)people in her (Am)hair.(Am2)(Am) (Bass notes: AB) (C) (G/B)When the (Am)big birds (Am/G) (Fj7)crashed into the (Fj9)towers (F) Came the (G)big bang and the (Am7)heat.(Bass notes: AB) (C) (G/B) (Am)People (Am/G)there (F) just evaporated,(E) (F) Big yellow (G)cloud rolled down the (Am7)street…(Bass notes: AB) (C) She (G/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (Fj7)people in her (Fj9)hair, (C) She (Em7/B)had a (Am)thousand (Am/G) dead (F)people in her (E)hair, A (F)thousand dead (E)people in her (Am)hair.(Am2)(Am) (Bass notes: AB) (Am 5th fret) janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com A few weeks after the attack on the Twin Towers, there was a picture in the German news magazine ‘Der Spiegel’ (that of course I forgot to save). It showed an Asian lady in a yellow-brown dress. No, it didn´t. That was an African-American lady, and the cloud of debris from the WTC had rolled over her. I read the accompanying article and realized WHAT WAS IN THAT CLOUD. Tiny fragments of dead, burnt, incinerated people. The monstrosity of that picture hit me like a hammer. I rushed to my desk and the song, words and music, was finished within 20 minutes. I had it in my head the second I realized what that monstrous picture showed. Göttingen, 12 December 2001 This week I saw the picture again, ten years later, once more in Der Spiegel. I know know the name of the lady and read up on her background. Not a high-society dame, a bank clerk. I do not think I have to change the song. The basics are the same. Göttingen, 11 September 2011

The Floyd B. Olson Blues Fred Grittner (G5) (C2) (G5) (C2) Now you´re (G5)just a hollow statue that I (C2)pass from time to time, In the (G5)shadow of the capitol on the (C2)16a bus line. (D) But in the great depression you (C)stood out in the light, (D) Giving hope when all seemed lost, you (C2)waged a constant fight. Got a (G)hole in my heart, hole in my world, (Em)holes in my walking shoes, From (Am)rambling around and (Am7)hanging on to these (D) Floyd B. Olson (G)Blues. (C2) When you´re (G5)speaking truth to power, you´re never (C2)sure if you´re really heard. When you (G5)raised your voice and hollered, (C2)they understood each word. (D) Speaking for the voiceless, you saw no (C)need to compromise, (D) There´s a place for common good in this (C2)human enterprise. Got a (G)hole in my heart, hole in my world, (Em)holes in my walking shoes, From (Am)rambling around and (Am7)hanging on to these (D) Floyd B. Olson (G)Blues. (D) I look at the world today and I´m (C)shaken (D) At the forces and feelings holding (C)sway. (Bm) So many more now are for(Em)saken, They´re for(C2)gotten as we turn our eyes a(D)way. (G) (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D) (G) (C2) You´re (G5)standing there proclaiming, with your (C2)right arm pointing west, Like (G5)some new world explorer in the (C2)middle of his quest. (D) Your journey ended much too soon, but your (C)map was clear to read, (D) In the sunny darkness, is there (C)no one left to lead? Got a (G)hole in my heart, hole in my world, (Em)holes in my walking shoes, From (Am)rambling around and (Am7)hanging on to these (D) Floyd B. Olson (G)Blues. Got a (G)hole in my heart, hole in my world, (Em)holes in my walking shoes, From (Am)rambling around and (Am7)hanging on to these (D) Floyd B. Olson (G)Blues. (C2) (G) Now you´re just a hollow statue… © Fred Grittner, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Sixteen Tons Merle Travis (Em) (C7) (Em) (C7) (Em) (C7) (B7) (Em) (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (Em) (Em/D) (C7) (B7) Now, (Em)some people (Em/D)say a man is (C7)made out of (B7)mud, A (Em)poor man's (Em/D)made out of (C7)muscle and (B7)blood. (Em)Muscle and (Em/D)blood, (Am)skin and bone, A (Em)mind that's (Em/D)weak and a (C7)back that's (B7)strong. You load (Em)sixteen (Em/D)tons, and (C7)what do you (B7)get? A(Em)nother day (Em/D)older and (C7)deeper in (B7)debt. Saint (Em)Peter don't you (Em/D)call me, 'cause (Am)I can't go,(hold) I (Em)owe my (C7)soul to the (B7)company (Em)store. (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (Em) (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (hold) I was (Em)born one (Em/D)morning when the (C7)sun didn't (B7)shine, I (Em)picked up my (Em/D)shovel and I (C7)walked to the (B7)mine. I loaded (Em)sixteen (Em/D)tons of the (Am)number nine coal, And the (Em)straw boss (Em/D)hollered, ‘Well a-(C7)bless my (B7)soul!’ You load (Em)sixteen (Em/D)tons, and (C7)what do you (B7)get? A(Em)nother day (Em/D)older and (C7)deeper in (B7)debt. Saint (Em)Peter don't you (Em/D)call me, 'cause (Am)I can't go,(hold) I (Em)owe my (C7)soul to the (B7)company (Em)store. (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (Em) (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (hold) I was (Em)born one (Em/D)morning, it was (C7)drizzling (B7)rain, (Em)Fighting and (Em/D)trouble is (C7)my middle (B7)name. I was (Em)raised in the (Em/D)cane break by an (Am)old mama lion, Ain't no (Em)high-tone (Em/D)woman make me (C7)walk the (B7)line. You load (Em)sixteen (Em/D)tons, and (C7)what do you (B7)get? A(Em)nother day (Em/D)older and (C7)deeper in (B7)debt. Saint (Em)Peter don't you (Em/D)call me, 'cause (Am)I can't go,(hold) I (Em)owe my (C7)soul to the (B7)company (Em)store. (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (Em) (Em/D) (C7) (B7) (hold) If you (Em)see me (Em/D)coming, better (C7)step a(B7)side, A (Em)lot of men (Em/D)didn't, and a (C7)lot of men (B7) died. Got (Em)one fist of (Em/D)iron, the (Am)other of steel, If the (Em)right one don't (Em/D)get you, then the (C7)left one sure (B7)will. You load (Em)sixteen (Em/D)tons, and (C7)what do you (B7)get? A(Em)nother day (Em/D)older and (C7)deeper in (B7)debt. Saint (Em)Peter don't you (Em/D)call me, 'cause (Am)I can't go,(hold) I (Em)owe my (C7)soul to the (B7)company (Em)store, (Em/D) (C7) (B7) To the (Em)company (Em/D)store, (C7) (B7) I (Em)owe my (Em/D)soul, (C7) (B7) I (Em)owe my (Em/D)soul (C7) (B7) (Em) (C7) (Em) (C7) (Em) (C7) (hold) To the company (Em)store! (Em/D) (C7) (B7)(hold) (B7)(Em) © Merle Travis, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, derived from many versions. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Strange Alchemy Martha Ann Brooks/Jan Hauenstein (F) (C)(C/B)(Am) (D) (E) (E7) (Am) Salt brings out the (D)sweet, (F) Opposites at(Am)tract. (A2)(Am)(Am/E) A (F)child who seems so (C)per(C/B)fect (Am)wants To (Em)step on every (Fmaj7)crack. (Fmaj9) (Am) Sweat brings out the (D)salt, (F) Stars are riding (Am)high. (A2)(Am)(Am/E) Young (F)sailor dares the (C)winds (C/B)to (Am)blow And (D)push him to the (E)sky. (E7) (Am) (Dm6) (G) (Am) (Fmaj7) (Fmaj9) (G5/D) (G5)(Am) (A2)(Am) (Fmaj7) Man and a woman, (Em) Woman and a man, (Em9/B) Strange Alchemy, (Am) Making gold from (Fmaj9)sand,(Fmaj7) (Em) Making gold from (Fmaj7)sand. (Cmaj7)(Cmaj7/E) (Fmaj7) (Bbmaj7/F) (Ebmaj7) (Am) (A2)(Am)(Am/E)(Am) Hearts are meant for (D)breaking, (F) Breakers pound the (Am)shore. (A2)(Am)(Am/E) (F) Break each other´s (C)con(C/B)stan(Am)tly, (Em)Still come back for (Fmaj7)more. (Fmaj9) - Instrumental like verse two - (Fmaj7) Man and a woman, (Em) Woman and a man, (Em9/B) Strange Alchemy, (Am) Making gold from (Fmaj9)sand,(Fmaj7) (Em) Making gold from (Fmaj7)sand. (Cmaj7)(Cmaj7/E) (Fmaj7) (Bbmaj7/F) (Ebmaj7) (Am) (A2)(Am)(Am/E)(Am) (Am) Doors are meant for (D)knocking, (F) Some are just knocked (Am)down. (A2)(Am)(Am/E) (F) Shall I be your (C)true (C/B)love (Am) (Em) Or your (Fmaj7)clown? (Fmaj9) (Am) Salt brings out the (D)sweet, (F) Opposites at(Am)tract. (A2)(Am)(Am/E) A (F)child who seems so (C)per(C/B)fect (Am)wants To (D)step on every (E)crack. (E7) (Am) (Dm6) (G) (Am) (Fmaj7) (Fmaj9) (G5/D) (G5)(Am) (A2)(Am) (Fmaj7) Man and a woman, (Em) Woman and a man, (Em9/B) Strange Alchemy, (Am) Making gold from (Fmaj9)sand,(Fmaj7) (Em) Making gold from (Fmaj7)sand. (Cmaj7)(Cmaj7/E) (Fmaj7) (Bbmaj7/F) (Ebmaj7) (Am)(A2) (Am) (Am7) Words Martha Ann Brooks, Trion, Georgia, USA and Jan Hauenstein, Göttingen, Lower Saxony, Germany, Music Jan Hauenstein and Martha Ann Brooks, late April and early May 2011 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Rocking Chair #2 (Song For K.) Jan Hauenstein Re(D)member that evening in the (Am7)rocking chair,(D9)(Am/E) (G) Just me and you, the night (Gm6/E)was sweet and fair. (D) All night long we shared that (B7)rocking chair, A certain (E7)something in the (A7)warm night air. (D) Awkward (D4)silence,(D) then we (Am7)talked for hours on (D9)end(Am/E) (G) And when the night was over, (Gm6/E) we were friends, (D) Nothing more, and that I (B7)still regret, What a (E7)sweet affair we (A7)might have had. (Am7) (D7) (Gj7) (Em7) (Am7) (D6)(D7)(G) (G6) (Am7) (D7)(D7/4)(D7)(Gj7) (Em7) (Am7) (D9) (G) (E7/G#) (A7/E) (D) You drifted away, don´t know where (Am7)you are now.(D9)(Am/E) (G) Maybe, my dear, you still re(Gm6/E)member how (D) All night long we shared that (B7)rocking chair, Feeling (E7)warm, so warm in the (A7)sweet night air. - Instrumental, 2nd verse - (Am7) (D7) (Gj7) (Em7) (Am7) (D6)(D7)(G) (G6) (Am7) (D7)(D7/4)(D7)(Gj7) (Em7) (Am7) (D9) (G) (E7/G#) (A7/E) (D) Sometimes when I sit and think (Am7) in that old rocking (D9)chair,(Am/E) (G) I can almost feel us (Gm6/E) sitting there. (D) Makes me feel a little old, makes me (B7)feel a little blue To (E7)think of how the dice have rolled for (A7)me and (D)you. (D7) (Gj7) (Em7) (A7) (A7b9) (D) (D2) (D4) (D) Göttingen, 21 April 1989 and 06 March 2011 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Wrong End Of The Rainbow (Wrong Side Of The Dream) Fred Grittner/Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Am/E)(Fj7) (Am/E)(G/D) (G)(G/B)(Am) (Am) Wrong end of the rainbow, (F)Wrong side of the dream. I was (G)headstrong, I was dead wrong, Now I'm (E)running out of steam. (E/B) (Am)Help me out of this jam, (Fj7)You know who I am. I'm a (G5)bag of bones Wrapped (E)up in a three-piece (Am)suit. (Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C) Thought I made it (C/E)to the promised (Fj7)land, But they skimmed off (Am)all of the cream. (Bbj7/F)Wrong end of the rainbow, (D#j7)Wrong side of the dream. (bass notes D#-E to…)(Am) (Am/E)(Fj7) (Am/E)(G/D) (G)(G/B)(Am) Thought my skin was thicker, (F)Thought my heart was tough. I re(G)sisted, They persisted, They've (E)won - I've had enough. (E/B) (Am)Help me through, You (Fj7)know what I must do. On a (G5)scale of one to ten, I've (E)fallen off the (Am)chart. (Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C) Thought I made it (C/E)to the promised (Fj7)land, But they skimmed off (Am)all of the cream. (Bbj7/F)Wrong end of the rainbow, (D#j7)Wrong side of the dream. (bass notes D#-E to…)(Am) (Am/E)(Fj7) (Am/E)(G/D) (G)(G/B)(Am) (C/B) (C)Tell the truth, Tell the truth, (G)They say tell the (Am)truth. (F)They say tell the truth, But you (E)don't have to tell it too (E7)well. (hold) (Am)Summer sun is burning, Like in (F)childhood long ago. (G)No more caution, This exhaustion Sucked me (E)dry and laid me low. (E/B) (Am)Here's the deal, (Fj7)You know how I feel. So don't (G5)kid yourself, I'm (E)ready to cross the (Am)line. (Am/G)(Am) (C/B) (C) Thought I made it (C/E)to the promised (Fj7)land, But they skimmed off (Am)all of the cream. (Bbj7/F)Wrong end of the rainbow, (D#j7)Wrong side of the dream. (Bbj7/F)Wrong end of the rainbow, (D#j7)Wrong side of the dream. (bass notes D#-E to…)(Am) (Am/E)(Fj7) (Am/E)(G/D) (G)(G/B) (Am) (Am/E)(Fj7) (Am/E)(G/D) (G)(G/B) (Am) Words © Fred Grittner 1993, music Jan Hauenstein, Göttingen, 23 January 2009 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Forgiveness Jan Hauenstein (Am7) (Cj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Am7) (B7) (Cj7) (Fj7) She comes (Am7)home from that (Cj7)place To her (Bbj7/F)dingy two-roomed (Dj7)flat, And she (Am7)says to her(B7)self, (Cj7) "Well, that was (Fj7)that." But her (Am7)bones, they tear at her (B7)flesh, And her (Am7)skin does (B7)crawl, And her (Am7)head is on (B7)fire, And in (Fj7)place of her heart There´s an (Bbj7/F)empty hole, An (Ej7)empty hole. (Dj7) (Fj7) And on (Am7)Sunday con(Cj7)fession, And the (Bbj7/F)priest, he will (Dj7)say, (Am7)"You have given your immortal soul away."(B7) (Cj7) (Fj7) And his (Am7)manner is (Cj7)mild And his (Bbj7/F)conscience is (Dj7)clear While he (Am7)puts in her (B7)mind A (Cj7)cold deadly (Fj7)fear. And her (Am7)bones, they tear at her (B7)flesh, And her (Am7)skin does (B7)crawl, And her (Am7)mind is a (B7)stone, And the (Fj7)hole in her womb Is the (Bbj7/F)hole in her soul, (Ej7)Hole in her soul. (Dj7) (Fj7) (Am7) (Cj7) (Bbj7/F) (Dj7) (Am7) (B7) (Cj7) (Fj7) janhauenstein@gmx.de www,janhauenstein.com Bbj7/F E-----------5----- B-------3--------- G-------3--------- D-------3--------- A----------------- E------------------ Ej7 E----------4------ B----------4------ G----------4------ D----2------------ A----------------- E-----------------

A Pink Pork Chop And a Grilled Link Sausage Words Bradley, Rivett & Hauenstein, Music Jan Hauenstein A (C)Pink Pork (Am)Chop(Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, There's (F)no bare (G)space on my (C)plate.(F) (C) A (G)Pink Pork (Am)Chop(Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, Yes, (F)I'm a (G)meat repro(C)bate. (F) (C) (G)(hold) (E)I was weaned on (Am)corned beef hash 'Cause (F)mother's milk gave (G)me a rash. (F)Now it's meat that (C)I a(Am)dore, (F)Just call me a (G)carnivore! (G7) A (C)Pink Pork (Am)Chop(Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, (F) I just (G)cannot tell a (C)fib, (F) (C) A (G)Pink Pork (Am)Chop(Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, (F) I'd kill a (G)cow for Prime (C)Rib. (F) (C) (G)(hold) (C)Meat…(Am7) (F) (G) (C)Meat…(F) (C) (G) (C)Meat…(Am7) (F) (G) (C)Meat!(F) (C) (G) (hold) (E)Suck the marrow (Am)from a bone, (F)Wear Mesquite (G)as a cologne. (F)Can't relate to (C)herbi(Am)vore, (F)What the hell are (G)their teeth for?(G7) A (C)Pink Pork (Am)Chop (Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, (F) I don't (G)mean to cause dis(C)dain. (F) (C) But a (G)Pink Pork (Am)Chop (Am7)(Am) And a (F)Grilled Link (C)Sausage, (F)I've got meat (G)products on the (C)brain! (E)Wheat germ and (Am)soy(Am7)(Am) Were (F)never a (G)joy, And (E)veggies were (E7)never a (Am)treat.(Am7) My (F)love of crus(C)tacean (F)Ended in frus(C)tration, (Am) Let (F)me(G) eat (C)Mea(Am7)ea(F)ea(G)eat, (C)Mea(Am7)ea(F)ea(G)eat, (C)Mea(Am7)ea(F)ea(G)eat, (C)MEAT!! (F) (C) Words by Scott Bradley, John Rivett & Jan Hauenstein, Music Jan Hauenstein, December 2004 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Dead Heroes of Ergoldsbach Jan Hauenstein (C) (D) (E) (Am) There´s John (G)Weiner, there (F)in the small ca(Am)fé. He (C)can´t compre(D)hend what (E)they have not (Am)done. He was here be(G)fore, (F)John´s his name to(Am)day. On his (C)face the (D)rays (E) of the (E7)setting (Am)sun. Now he´s an Aus(G)tralian, (F)78 years (Am)old, (C)Travelled half the (D)world to (E)come back once a(Am)gain. He´s in the ca(G)fé, and his (F)heart feels so (Am)cold. He (C)talked to the (D)people, and it (E)was (E7)all in (Am)vain. A (F)long time a(G)go he was the (Am)stumble man, A (C)walking (D)corpse on his (E)way to (Am)die. And the (F)village of (G) Ergolds(Am)bach lay still Be(C)neath a (D)big Ba(E)vari(E7)an (Am)sky. And the fear was there, It was (Em)thick in the air, It had (Am)gripped the Jews And their (Em)wardens, too, On the (Am)death march to (E)Dachau (F) concen(G)tration (Am)camp.(Am/G)(Am) For in (F)Buchen(G)wald, the (Am)Soviets drew nigh, It was (C)time to (D)run, time for (E)many to (Am)die On the march of the (F)skeletons, (G) April ´4(Am)5. And the dead and the dying were (Em)left in the wake, And the (Am)wardens pressed on, their own (Em)lives now at stake. Then, near (F)Ergolds(G)bach, a (Am)lucky break, And (F)thirteen of the (G)Jews got a(Am)way. But they (C)caught them a(D)gain ´ere the (E)end (E7)of the (Am)day. And they (F)handed them (G)over to the (Am)village cop, And Max (F)Maurer (G)was his (Am)name. And they (F)said to (G)him, “Here, we (Am)cannot stop. (C)Shoot them, or you´ll (D)die (E) (E7)just the (Am)same.”(Am/G)(Am) And the marching column disap(Em)peared in the haze Of the (Am)last light of the dying (Em)day, And Max (Am)Maurer took (Em)one look at the (Am)Jews´ frightened (Em)faces, And he (Am)hid John (F)Weiner and the (G)others a(E)way. Anna (Fj7)Gnadl, a peasant (Cj7)woman, Helped (Fj7)Max to hide the (Cj7)Jews, And the (Fj7)last thing they told them that (Cj7)night was, “Let´s (F)wait for to(G)morrow´s (E)news.” And the (F)morning brought the (G)tanks a-(Am)rumbling in, And the (C)first one was (D)driven by a (E)black-faced (Am)boy. He had (F)never be(G)fore seen (Am)people so thin, But their (F)faces showed (G)such (F) unbe(G)lieving (Am)joy. (Fj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Cj7) (F) (G) (E) Max (Am)Maurer and Anna (G)Gnadl (F)Primary (Am)School - Let´s (C)rename our (D)school, the (E)principal (Am)said. No-one could speak a(G)gainst it, not (F)even a (Am)fool. Time to (C)honour our (D)heroes, we (E)must not for(E7)get. Up (F)spake the town (G)council, and the (Am)parents had their say, “We (C)dare not (D)burden our (E)children´s young (Am)souls.” And they´ll (F)hang a small me(G)mento, (Am)one of these days, In a (C)dimly lit (D)corridor where (E)no(E7)body (Am)goes. (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am/G) (Am)(Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) At his empty (G)cup (F) stares John (Am)Weiner An (Em)tears are on his (Am)face. And (F)John and (G)you and (Am)I know Ergolds(C)bach´s now a (D)place Of (E)eter(E7)nal (Am) disgrace. Jan Hauenstein, Ca´n Picafort, 11-17 October 2004 janhauenstein@gmx.de

Midnight Train John Stewart (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, Yeah, the Midnight train is on the (C)track. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, And the Midnight train is on the (C)track. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) They're (G)bringing out the soldiers, (F) Some are never coming (C)back. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, Midnight train is almost (C)there. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, El Presidente doesn't (C)care. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Presi(G)dente has two daughters, (F) You will never find them (C)there. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, And the Midnight train is right on (C)time. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, And the Midnight train is right on (C)time. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) And (G)when I get my baby, (F) We'll be moving down the (C)line. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) - Instrumental verse - Yeah, we're (F)going to Savannah, Right on down to the Caro(C)line. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Yeah, we're (F)going to Savannah, Right on through to the Caro(C)line. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) And (G)when I'm with my baby, (F) Oh, these are the happy (C)times. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Yeah, they (F)often called me Speedo, But my real name is-a Mr. (C)Earl. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Yeah, they (F)often called me Speedo, But my real name was-a Mr. (C)Earl. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Yeah, and (G)when I told my baby, She said,(F) "Who the hell is Mr. (C)Earl?" (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) I'm going (F)down to the depot, Yeah, the Midnight train is on the (C)track. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) Yeah, I'm (F)going to the depot, And the Midnight train is on the (C)track. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) They're (G)bringing out the soldiers, (F) Some are never coming (C)back. (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) (C6add2) (C) - Instrumental verse, fade out - © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de, Charlie Woodward & Art Faller Speedo is Mr. Carroll, The Cadillac´s lead singer. January 2006 www.janhauenstein.com

Sleep Come Easy Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (Single notes A hammer on B hammer on C-E-D-C--E hammer on G) (Am) Just how many falsehoods did I (C)utter today?(C5)(C) I've (Am)forged so many statements, it’s (C)really hard to say. I (Am)asked how I could help her, she (G/D)told me what to do, I (Fj7)promised her assistance, but I (E)never followed throu(E7)gh. (hold) Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy. (Fj7)(G) Don’t (Am)keep my engine running, (G)show me some regard, The (Fj7)penance you require is (E)ugly, mean and har(E7)d. Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy, (Fj7) (G)(G/A)(G/B)(G)(G/B)Come (Am)Easy. (C) (C5)(C) (Am) (C) (G) (F) (Fj7)(G) In (Am)over twenty years (C)just two times I've cried,(C5)(C) When I (Am)was humiliated, when (C)grandfather died. The (Am)tears that I've been storing are (G/D)eating through the mask, My (Fj7)face has started crumbling, it’s (E)late but I can as(E7)k…(hold) Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy. (Fj7)(G) Don't (Am)force me to take measures that will (G)ease me into dreams, That (Fj7)pint of scotch won't help me re(E)store my worldly sche(E7)mes. Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy, (Fj7) (G)(G/A)(G/B)(G)(G/B)Come (Am)Easy. (C) (C)(C/B)(C/A) (C/B) The (Bb)Fat Man died this morning, It was (Dj7)on the news by five. He was (Am)looking for some slee(Am7)p, And it (Ebj7/F)finally did arrive…(hold) (single notes A hammer on B hammer on C-E-D-C--E hammer on G) The (Am)silky strands of morning (C)slither through the blinds,(C5)(C) They (Am)coil round my throat and (C)tie my hands behind. I've (Am)never known a woman who be(G/D)lieves me like she does, How (Fj7)come she never questions what I've (E)said or where I wa(E7)s? (hold) Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy. (Fj7)(G) If (Am)only she would ask me, I‘d (G)tell it to her straight, We don't (Fj7)ask the hardest questions till (E)time is running lat(E7)e. Sleep Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy, (Fj7) (G)(G/A)(G/B)(G)(G/B)Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (Fj7)Easy, (G)(G)(G)(G)Come (Am)Easy, Sleep Come (C)E(G)a(F)sy, (Fj7) (G)(G/A)(G/B)(G)(G/B)(hold) Come Ea(Am)sy. (C) (C5)(C) (Am) (C) (single notes A hammer on B hammer on C-E-D-C--E hammer on G) (hammer on (Am)) Words Fred Grittner, St. Paul, MN, ca. 1980, music Jan Hauenstein, Göttingen, Germany, Thursday, 30 September, Friday, 08 October and Sunday, 14 November 2010 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Waiting for the Moon Bruce Cockburn Capo 2nd fret (D) [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D) (D2) (D) [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-b] (D)Body lines fluid in static heat, [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D) Thoughts buzzing [g]like [f#]flies [e]a[d]round (Em)meat, (D) Land (Bm)here, (F#m) land (D)there, (Bm) Quick circles in (hold) the air. I'm (F#m)riding smooth, But just a little (Em)slow, Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon, [E](Em7) [E](Em7) (Em)Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon (Em7)To (D)show. [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D) (D2) (D) [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-b] (D)Leather-faced old men by the café wall, [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D)Kids in the surf, spla[g]shing [f#]with [e]a [d]soccer (Em)ball. (D) I gaze (Bm)through (F#m) curved (D)lens, (Bm) Trying to identify the (hold) sky's end. Little (F#m)spots on the horizon Into gunboats (Em)grow, Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon, [E](Em7) [E](Em7) (Em)Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon (Em7)To (D)show. [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D) (D2) (D) [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-b] (D)Might be a party, might be a war [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D)When those faceless sai[g]lors c[f#]o[E]m[d]e a(Em)shore. (D) Specu(Bm)lation is (F#m) a waste of (D)time. (Bm) You want to go and have a (hold) glass of wine? What(F#m)ever's coming, There's no place else to (Em)go, Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon, [E](Em7) [E](Em7) (Em)Wai(Em9)ting (Em)for (Em7)the (Em)moon (Em7)To (D)show. [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-e] (D) (D2) (D) [g-f#-e-d] (Em) [e-e-d-b] (D) © Bruce Cockburn, All Rights Reserved This is the way I play it, slightly different from Cockburn´s version. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Craig Loves Minnie, Minnie Loves Craig Jan Hauenstein (G)"Fetch," (G/F#)says (Em)Craig, "Fetch, (Am)Minnie,(Am7) (D7) fetch me a (G)beer. Go fetch, my (G/F#)little (Em)Minnie, sweet (Am)Minnie,(Am7) (D7) bring it over (G)here." (C) (D) Minnie (G)jumps (G/F#)off of his (Em)lap, she (Am)never(Am7) makes him (D7)wait too (G)long, Skedaddles (G/F#)to the (Em)fridge, (Am)whistling(Am7) a (D7)little monkey (G)song. (F)Craig is the thinker, (C)Minnie´s his Helping (D)Hands*, And when (B7)Craig gives her an (Em)order, (A7)Minnie obeys all his com(D)mands. (E7) Sometimes not (A7)right away, she´s got a (D7)short attention (G)span, But (E7)Minnie loves (A7)Craig, so she (D7)does the best she (G)can. (C) (D) (C)Craig loves (D)Minnie, (G)Minnie (G/F#)loves (Em)Craig, That (Am)feels just (Am7)right, for (D7)life´s own sake, (C)Minnie loves (D)Craig, (G)Craig loves (Em)Minnie, his best (D)friend, She´s a (Am)hairy little (Am7)lady, always (D7)does the best she (G)can. (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D) She was (G)trained (G/F#)in (Em)Boston, went to (Am)Monkey(Am7) (D7) College, (G)too, That´s a mixture (G/F#)of (Em)preschool (Am) (Am7)and a (D7)monkey (G)zoo. (E7) Minnie´s got(A7) big brown eyes, slender (D7)fingers, black (G)nails, She´s a (E7)skinny little (A7)lady (D7) with a monkey (G)tail. (C) (D) (C)Craig loves (D)Minnie, (G)Minnie (G/F#)loves (Em)Craig, That (Am)feels just (Am7)right, for (D7)life´s own sake, (C)Minnie loves (D)Craig, (G)Craig loves (Em)Minnie, his best (D)friend, She´s a (Am)hairy little (Am7)lady, always (D7)does the best she (G)can. (Em) (Am) (Am7) (D) (G)Craig (G/F#)was a (Em)quarterback (Am) (Am7)and an(D7) engi(G)neer, Till the (F)car crash long ago brought the (C)blues and the (D)tears, He´s been (B7)tied to the (Em)wheelchair fifteen (A7)long and weary (D)years. (D4) (D) (F) But many (C)moons ago Minnie (D)joined Craig in L. (G)A., And when the (F)black dog tries to (C)bite him, she (D)chases it a(G)way. (C) (D) Minnie (G)empties (G/F#)the (Em)trash, (Am)fetches (Am7) the re(D7)mote con(G)trol, She scratches (G/F#)his (Em)back, but (Am)most of (Am7)all, she´s (D7)good for his (G)soul. (C) (D) (C)Craig loves (D)Minnie, (G)Minnie (G/F#)loves (Em)Craig, That (Am)feels just (Am7)right, for (D7)life´s own sake, (C)Minnie loves (D)Craig, (G)Craig loves (Em)Minnie, his best (D)friend, She´s a (Am)hairy little (Am7)lady, always (D7)does the best she (G)can, (Em) She´s a (Am)hairy little (Am7)lady, always (D7)does the best she (G)can, (Em) A (Am)hairy little (Am7)lady, always (D7)does the best she (G)can. (F#) (G) *Helping Hands is the name of the organization that trains the capuchin monkeys as live-in help for people who are paralyzed. Here´s the homepage: http://www.monkeyhelpers.org/ There´s a video showing Craig and Minnie, bottom left. Jan Hauenstein, Kongsmark, Roemoe, Denmark, 19 & 20 April 2011 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com