You Need Help Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (G) (F) (E) (hold) (Am)Mary trusts the bible and the (D)TV guide, She's (Am)gone out of her body (E) to the other side. (Am)Now she’s back to (D)set the world straight, (Am)Elvis is in heaven, taking (G)half of the (Am)gate. You need (F)help, (C) You (G)really need (Am)help now, You need (F)help, (C) Pro(D)fessional (E)help now, You need (Am)help, (C) (G)(hold) Professional (Am)help. Don built a fortune in the (D)corporate world, But he (Am)couldn't keep his paws off those (E)velveteen girls. (Am)They caught him naked with a (D)minor majorette, (Am)Judge gave him a lecture before (G)bail was (Am)set. He needs (F)help, (C) He (G)really needs (Am)help now, He needs (F)help, (C) Pro(D)fessional (E)help now, He needs (Am)help, (C) (G)(hold) Professional (Am)help. So (F)many walking wounded, (Em9)Lost in their blues. They (Am)need to tighten (A2)up (Bb) (E)(hold) A few loose scre(Am)ws. (G) (F) (E) (Am) (Bb) (E) (E7) (E) (Am) Jack's got a house filled with (D)dynamite, He (Am)says it's his consti(E)tutional right. The (Am)Pope is a commie and (D)probably a Jew, (Am)Thank God for guns and (G)all that they can (Am)do. We need (F)help, (C) We (G)really need (Am)help now, We need (F)help, (C) Pro(D)fessional (E)help now, We need (Am)help, (C) (G)(hold) Professional (Am)help. (A2) (A4) (Am) Words © 1985 Frederick K. Grittner, revised November 11 Veterans Day 2002, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 23 February 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Fields Of France Al Stewart (C#m) (F#)(F#)(G#) (C#m) (B) (A) (E) (F#m7) (B)(B)(C#m) His flying jacket still has (F#)her per(G#)fume, (C#m)Memories of the (B)night (A)Play across his (E)mind (F#m7)High above the (B)fields of (C#m)France. - Instrumental verse - A single biplane in the (F#)clear blue (G#)sky, (C#m)Nineteen seven(B)teen, No (A)enemy was (E)seen (F#m7)High above the (B)fields of (C#m)France. - Instrumental verse - Oh, she (A)looks, (F#m7) But there's (B)nothing to (G#m)see,(C#m) (C#m7) Still she (A)looks, (F#m7) Saying, (B)“Come back to (G#m)me.” (G#) (C#m) He tells her just remember (F#)me this (G#)way For (C#m)here am I more (B)true Than (A)anything I (E)do (F#m7)High above the (B)fields of (C#m)France. - Two instrumental verses - Oh, she (A)looks, (F#m7) Though he'll (B)never come (G#m)back,(C#m) (C#m7) And the (A)letter that came (F#m7) Was (B)bordered in (G#m) black. (G#) (C#m) She'll find somebody else, but (F#)not for(G#)get, (C#m)Leaving her re(B)grets Like (A)vapour trails of (E)jets (F#m7)High above the (B)fields of (C#m)France. (F#)(F#)(G#) (C#m) (B) (A) (E) (F#m7)High above the (B)fields of (C#m)France. (F#)(F#)(G#) (C#m) (B) (A) (E) (F#m7) (B)(B)(C#m) © Al Stewart, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, usually in A minor with a capo on 4th fret. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Love Too Late Words Brad DeLong, Music Jan Hauenstein (G) (Bm7/F#) (Em7) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D/F#) I re(G)gret I wasn’t (C)kinder, as we (G)walked a(C)long life’s (G)way; I (D)wish I’d been more re(Em)sponsive to (C)what you (G)had to (D)say; I (G)wish I’d been less dis(Em)tracted by am(Am)bition’s frantic (D)pace; I (G)wish I’d (D)learned to (Em)love you more and (C)join your (D)peaceful (Em)space. (Em7) I (C)wish I’d realized (G)long ago how (Am)little (Am7)time there’d (D)be To re(Em)store the balance (Cj7)of the love you (Em)always gave to (D)me; (C)Why did I not (G)stop to soothe the (Am)sadness (Am7)in your (D)face The (Em)many times I left (Cj7)you alone to pur(Em)sue my selfish (D)race? (D6) (D5) I (G)told you it was for (C)both of us, my res(G)ponse to (C)fortune’s (G)call, You (D)tried to draw me (Em)back with love, but my (C)focus (G)was so (D)small That I (G)thought a life of (Em)comfort (Am)was our mutual (D)aim, But (G)wealth is (D)not con(Em)tentment, (C)they are (D)not the (Em)same. (D/F#) (Em) (Cj7) (D) (Em) (Cj7) (C) (Cj7) (D) (G) (Bm7/F#) (Em7) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D/F#) (Em) (Em/B) I (C)did not feel your (G)essence fade in(Am)to con(Am7)fusion’s (D)space Un(Em)til I was a(Cj7)lone and you no (Em)longer knew my (D)face. This (C)new leaf I’ve turned (G)over, with more (Am)time for (Am7)us to (D)share, Is (Em)worthless now - your (Cj7)empty shell (Em)can no (D)longer (G)care. (Bm7/F#) (Em) (C) (Cj7) (D) (Em) Your (Am7)childlike de(D)meanor re(B7)minds me of my (Em)fate: I (Cj7)robbed you of se(Em)renity (Am)with my love too (D)late; And I (Em)robbed us of our (Cj7)peace of mind(D)(hold) (Am)With my (D)love too (G)l(Bm7/F#)a(Em7)t(C)e.(Cj7) (D) (D/F#) (Gj7) Words WB DeLong, Orofino, Idaho, 04 February, 2019 Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 06 February 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Another Little Drink Words Colin Wilkie, Music Werner Lämmerhirt (Gj7) (Em7) (Am7) (D13) (Gj7) (Em7) (D7/4) (C) (D13) A(G)nother little drink will (C)ease (Cadd9)my (C)mind, a(Am)nother little drink or (D)two, A(C)nother little drink will (D)put me right and (G)warm me (C)through and (G)through. (G7/F) I read they´re (C)dying of thirst in (D)Africa, it (G)really fills my (C)heart with (G)pain (G7/F) To (C)think of all those (Am)people (D)suffering. Hey (G)Joe, I´ll have the (C)same a(G)gain. (G7/F) Hey (C)Joe, (D) I´ll have the same a(G)gain. (C7) (D7) A(G)nother little drink will (C)ease (Cadd9)my (C)mind, a(Am)nother little drink or (D)two, A(C)nother little drink will (D)put me right and (G)warm me (C) through and (G)through. (G7/F) (C)Thinking of the troubles (D)in this world, it (G)fills my eyes with (C)salty (G)tears, (G7/F) (C) By the way, (D) this is the very best (G)whisky that I´ve (C)drunk in (G)years, (G7/F) Best (C)whisky (D) that I´ve drunk in (G)years. (C7) (D7) - Instrumental chorus and verse - A(G)nother little drink will (C)ease (Cadd9)my (C)mind, a(Am)nother little drink or (D)two, A(C)nother little drink will (D)put me right and (G)warm me (C) through and (G)through. (G7/F) Well, I (C)weep for all our (D)unknown brothers, (G)living far a(C)cross the (G)sea, (G7/F) You (C)know, they´ve (Am)got their share of (D)troubles, too, They´re (G)almost like (C)you and (G)me. (G7/F) We (C)ought to do the very (D)best we can, al(G)though it´s really (C)not my (G)fault, (G7/F) (C) While we (Am)ponder on this (D)pregnant point, hey (G)Joe, I´ll have a(C)nother (G)malt.(G7/F) Hey (C)Joe, (D) I´ll have another… (G) Little drink to (C)ease (Cadd9)my (C)mind, a(Am)nother little drink or (D)two, A(C)nother little drink will (D)put me right and (G)warm me (C) through and (G)through. (G7/F) A(C)nother little drink might (D)help me to for(G)get ab(C)out my (G)soul, (G7/F) (C) Another (Am)little drink will (D)put me right. Give me (G)one be(C)fore you (G)close. (G7/F) (C) Give me one (D) before you (G)close. (F) Just another little (G)drink, (F) Just before you (G)close, (F) just another little (G)drink…(F) (G) (C) (Cadd9) (Am) (D7/4) (D7) (G7) © Words Colin Wilkie, Music Werner Lämmerhirt, All Rights Reserved My arrangement, took some liberties with Werner´s brilliant version. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

No Name Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Fj7) (E7) (Am) I remember the (Fj7)murderer in (Am)Sweden (E7) on his island (Am)stroll, Shooting young girls and (Em7)boys, BANG! BANG! That awful (Am)noise. (Dm)Sixty-nine young (Am)people, and he (E7)shot them full of (Am)holes. (Fj7) (E7) (Am) On the Christmas (Fj7)market in (Am)Berlin, (E7)thirteen people (Am)died. They just wanted to (Em7)celebrate, They did not see the killer´s truck un(Am)til it was too late. (Dm) All the dead and (Am)dying, their (E7)blood a crimson (Am)tide.(Fj7) (E7) (Am) To (G)me, it´s not a (Am)mystery, It´s (F)easy to (E7)see why they (Am)came - The (Em7)killers want to go down in (Am)history. They (F)want us to re(G)member their (E7)names. And (Am)in the (Fj7)mosques in (Am)Christchurch, the (E7)people bowed and (Am)prayed. The assassin taped the (Em7)bloodshed, Fifty wounded, (Am)fifty dead, And (Dm)ugly people (Am)cheered when the (E7)video was (Am)played.(Fj7) (E7) (Am) To (G)me, it´s not a (Am)mystery, It´s (F)easy to (E7)see why they (Am)came - The (Em7)killers want to go down in (Am)history. They (F)want us to re(G)member their (E7)names. (Bb) Virginia Tech, (Am)thirty-three dead. (F)Sandy Hook, (E7)twenty-seven dead in Newtown, Con(Am)necticut. (Em7)Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, (Am)Parkland, Florida, seventeen. (G) University of Texas, (Am)Austin, seventeen. (Bb) Columbine High School, Colo(Am)rado, fifteen. (F) Red Lake High School, Minne(E7)sota, ten. And the (Am)list is long, and the (Fj7)blood keeps flowing, And the (G)list goes on and the (E7)death count is (Am)growing. (Em7) (Am) I (Bb)don´t want to hear anybody speak the (Am)murderers´ names, I (G)don´t want to hear so(Am)ciety´s to blame, I (F)don´t want to play the as(E7)sassins´ game, Let them be unnamed (Am)in their shame. I (F)don´t want to hear you (E7)say the killers´ (Am)names. (Em7) (Am) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Em7) (Fj7) (G) (Am) Those (Bb)names, sullied by blood and (Am)gore, Let those (Fj7)names be un(Em7)spoken (hold) for ever(Am)more. JH, Goettingen, Words 13 April and Music 14 April 2019 Dedicated to Jacinda Ardern, Prime Minister of New Zealand at the time of the Christchurch mosque shootings, who gave her country and the world hope when hope was most needed. Quote: Jacinda Ardern has said she will render the person accused over the Christchurch terrorist attack “nameless” and urged the public to speak the victims´ names instead. Source: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/mar/19/new-zealand-shooting-ardern-says-she-will-never-speak-suspects-name janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Thief Of Dances Kevin Quain (Bm) (F#) (Bm) (F#) (Bm) (F#) (Bm) (Bm/F#) (Bm)(hold) Farewell to (Bm)flesh and perfect (Em)strangers, Bring on the (A)lights, viva Las (D)Vegas! Goodbye, Pa(Bm)lookaville, call Cecil (Em)B. DeMille, We´ll have a (F#)poo(G)dle (F#)(hold)and a (F#)ba(G)by (F#)(hold)grand And (F#)ro(Em)ses (D)eve(F#7/C#)ry (Bm)day.(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) Oh, I´m a (Em)bastard, a kissing (Bm)bandit, (F#)Lock all your (G)daughters a(F#)(hold)way! (F#)(F#)(G)(G)(F#) I´m a (Em)bastard, the thief of (Bm)dances, So (F#)get (G)in (F#)(hold)line, it´s (F#)tan(G)go (F#)(hold)time, And (F#)eve(Em)ry(D)bo(F#7/C#)dy (Bm)pays!(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) The tank is (Bm)full, the guns are (Em)loaded, And I´ve got (A)on my lucky (D)boxers. So shine your (Bm)shoes, say your ‘Hail (Em)Marys’, And (F#)when (G)in (F#)(hold)doubt, just (F#)knock (G)them (F#)(hold)out, And (F#)don´t (Em)for(D)get (F#7/C#)to (Bm)smile!(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) Oh, I´m a (Em)bastard, the kissing (Bm)bandit, (F#)Lock all your (G)wives a(F#)(hold)way! (F#)(F#)(G)(G)(F#) I´m a (Em)bastard, the thief of (Bm)dances, So (F#)get (G)in (F#)(hold)line, it´s (F#)tan(G)go (F#)(hold)time, And (F#)eve(Em)ry(D)bo(F#7/C#)dy (Bm)pays!(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) You must ex(Em)cuse my little friend, He´s got a (Bm)temper like a Frenchman, And we´re (F#)all in such a hurry, We´ve got a (Bm)frightful (D/C#)night a(D)head. If (D/F#)I could (Em)just prevail upon you, Leave the (Bm)money on the trolley, Oh, and (F#)please, (G)re(F#)(hold)move your jew(G)el(F#)(hold)ry, Or I´ll blow (Em)off (D) all (F#7/C#)your (Bm)heads.(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) - Instrumental, verse and chorus chords - Oh, stop your (Bm)screaming, I´ll stop the (Em)bleeding, I know a (A)doctor in Tiju(D)ana. A man can (Bm)live with a dozen (Em)bullets, And you´re (F#)gon(G)na (F#)(hold)live for(F#)e(G)ver, (F#)(hold)son, ´Cause (F#)you´re (Em) a (D)mil(F#7/C#)lio(Bm)naire.(F#7/Bb)(Bm)(hold) Oh, I´m a (Em)bastard, the kissing (Bm)bandit, (F#)Lock all your (G)mothers a(F#)(hold)way! (F#)(F#)(G)(G)(F#) I´m a (Em)bastard, the thief of (Bm)dances, So (F#)get (G)in (F#)(hold)line, it´s (F#)tan(G)go (F#)(hold)time, And (F#)eve(Em)ry(D)bo(F#7/C#)dy (Bm)pays!(F#7/Bb) (Bm)(hold) Farewell to (Bm)flesh and perfect (Em)strangers, Bring on the (A)lights, viva Las (D)Vegas! Goodbye, Pa(Bm)lookaville, call Cecil (Em)B DeMille, We´ll have a (F#)poo(G)dle (F#)(hold)and a (F#)ba(G)by (F#)(hold)grand And (F#)ro(Em)ses (D)eve(F#7/C#)ry (Bm)(hold)day. (Bm)(hold) (Bm)(hold) (Bm)(hold) (Bm) (F#7) (F#7/Bb) (Bm) © Kevin Quain, All Rights Reserved Recorded it in the key of Bm, slightly changed intro and outro, sang last verse and chorus lines loong. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Two Jan Hauenstein (Dm) (D2)(D2)(Dm) (hold) I´ve got (Dm)two kinds of mirrors, one in the bathroom, one inside, (Bb/D)Two kinds of mirrors, one must be wrong, the (A7)other may be (A7*)right, (Gm)One of them knows me so (Dm)well, The (A7)other one is (Gm6/Bb)most (A7) un(Dm)kind.(D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I´ve got (Dm)two kinds of bodies, one still firm and fast and strong, (Bb/D)Two kinds of bodies, the other lazy, round and (A7)somehow (A7*)wrong, (Gm)One is made for e(Dm)ternity, The (A7)other (Gm6/Bb) won´t (A7)last (Dm)long.(D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I am a (F)big shiny coin, made entirely out of (C)gold, A (Bbj7/F)precious golden coin, a beauty to be(Dj7)hold. Don´t (Fj7)look at the other side, Scarred and marred and (Bb/D)old. (A7) (Dm) (D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I am (Dm)two kinds of men, one who will make the ladies swoon, (Bb/D)Two kinds of men, the other one´s a (A7)braggart, a buf(A7*)foon, (Gm)One is shining like the (Dm)sun, The (A7)other lurking on the (Gm6/Bb)dark side (A7)of the (Dm)moon. (D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I´ve got (Dm)two kinds of souls, one clean as freshly fallen snow, (Bb/D)Two kinds of souls, the other goes as (A7)low as low can (A7*)go, (Gm)One is singing like an (Dm)angel, The (A7)other´s (Gm6/Bb)croaking (A7)like a (Dm)crow. (D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I am a (F)big shiny coin, made entirely out of (C)gold, A (Bbj7/F)precious golden coin, a beauty to be(Dj7)hold. Don´t (Fj7)look at the other side, (Bb/D) Scarred and marred and (A7)ol(Dm)d.(D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) I´ve got (Dm)two kinds of minds, one knows what´s wrong and what is right, (Bb/D)Two kinds of minds, one that will (A7) growl and snarl and howl and (A7*)bite, (Gm) One loves the (Dm)day, The (A7)other will em(Gm6/Bb)brace the (A7)darkest (Dm)night. (D2)(D2)(Dm)(hold) - Instrumental verse - (hold) (F) Two faces have (C)I, (Bbj7/F) One in the mud, one in the (Dj7)sky, (Fj7) Two faces have I, (Bb/D)One tells the truth, the (A7)other one Will (Gm6/Bb)maybe (A7) sometimes (Dm)lie. (D2)(D2) (Dm) Words Goettingen, 19 December, Music 25 December 2018 A7: the two fingers variety, A7*: add g-note on high E-string janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Gm6/Bb E------------------ B------3----------- G------------------ D------------------ A--1--------------- E--x---------------

Don’t Let Us Get Sick Warren Zevon (C) (Cadd9) (C) (F) (F6) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (A4) (Am) (C) (Cadd9) (C) (F) (F6) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (A4) (Am) Don't (C)let us get sick, Don't (F)let us get (C)old Don't let us get (Em7/B)stupid, al(Am)right? Just (F)make us be (C)brave, And (G)make us play (Am)nice, (F)Let us be to(G)gether to(C)night.(hold) The (C)sky was on fire When I (F)walked to the (C)mill To take up the (Em7/B)slack in the (Am)line. I (F)thought of my (C)friends And the (G)troubles they've (Am)had To (F)keep me from (G)thinking of (C)mine. Don't let us get sick, Don't (F)let us get (C)old Don't let us get (Em7/B)stupid, al(Am)right? Just (F)make us be (C)brave, (G)Make us play (Am)nice, (F)Let us be to(G)gether to(C)night.(hold) (C) (Cadd9) (C) (F) (F6) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (A4) (Am) (C) (Cadd9) (C) (F) (F6) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (A4) (Am) The (C)moon has a face And it (F)smiles on the (C)lake And causes the (Em7/B)ripples in (Am)time. I'm (F)lucky to (C)be here With (G)someone I (Am)like Who (F)maketh my (G)spirit to (C)shine. Don't let us get sick, Don't (F)let us get (C)old Don't let us get (Em7/B)stupid, al(Am)right? Just (F)make us be (C)brave, (G)Make us play (Am)nice, (F)Let us be to(G)gether to(C)night. Don't let us get sick, Don't (F)let us get (C)old, Don't let us get (G5/B)stupid, al(Am)right? Just (F)make us be (C)brave, (G)Make us play (Am)nice, (F)Let us be to(G)gether to(C)night, (F)Let us be to(G)gether to(C)night. © Warren Zevon, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, minor changes in the chord progressions, different picking style. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Glorious Fallen Jan Hauenstein (Cj7) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Cj7) Saw two monuments lately, in Bris(Fj7)sac and in Voelklingen, For the (Dm7)dead of half-forgotten wars - (G)dedicated to the glorious fallen. (G4) (G) For (C)king and for (Am)country, they (G)said, For (Dm7)king and for country, (G) and now you´re long (Am) dead. (F) (C) (G) The (Am)poison gas rolled, and it (Em)blinded Pierre´s eyes, It (G)rolled on the ground and it (D)fell from the skies, And he (F)stumbled on blindly, in (C)fear, tears and pain, And a (Fj7)scared man´s bullet lodged (G)right in his brain. (G4) (G) Karl (Am)cowered in the trench they had (Em)dug just last night, Thought of his (G)wife and his child, and he (D)hoped that he might Make it (F)back home alive. Then a (C)tank crushed the trench - Splintered (Fj7)bones, blood and gore, and a (G)horrible stench. (G4) (G) And I (Cj7)sit by the monument in the (Fj7)shade of a tree, (Dm7)Tears in my eyes, and it (G)almost seems to me There are (Am)screams on the wind, I hear the (Em)ragged last breaths Of those (Fj7)sent out by their masters to their (G) glorious deaths. (Cj7) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Dm7) (G) (C) (F) (Fj7) (G) (G4) (G) Big Jim (Am)led the attack, so brave, so (Em)young and unafraid, When a (G)bayonet stopped him with its (D)cruel steel blade. It went (F)in on one side, sliced right (C)through to the other. “So (Fj7)sorry,” sighed the enemy, “It was (G)you or me, brother.” (G4) (G) And I (Cj7)sit by the monument in the (Fj7)shade of a tree, Tears (Dm7)roll down my face, and it (G)almost seems to me There are (Am)ghosts on the wind, I hear the (Em)ragged last breaths Of those (Fj7)sent out by cowards to their (G) glorious deaths. (G4) (G) They (Am)call you the fallen, but you were (Em)killed and you died, And you (G)screamed and you pleaded, prayed in (D)vain, and you cried, You were (F)maimed, you were poisoned, shells (C)ripped you apart, You were (Fj7)stabbed, you were strangled, you were (G)shot through the heart…(G4) (G) For (C)king and for (Am)country, they (G)said, For (Dm7)king and for country, (G) and millions are (Am) dead. (Am7) (F) All the (G)glorious (Am)fallen, (Em7) (Am) From their (Fj7)graves (G)(hold) I can hear them calling. (Am) (Fj7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (Cj7)(hold) (Cj7) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 05 June 2019, Music 06 June janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Hellven Jan Hauenstein (E7) (A7) (E7)Hell is too hot and dirty, heaven too squeaky clean, I need a place somewhere in-between. Hellven is that place, it´s easy to see, Hellven is the place for you and me. (A7)Take me to hellven in a boat or a van, I want go to hellven, if I can. (E7)All the bad guys are in hell, And I s´pose that´s just as well. (A7)Putin and Rasputin, And they put some more in, (B7)Hitler´s there and Trump Is earmarked for that dump. (E7)Nero and Attila, Genghis Khan, Assad and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, (A7)Jack the Ripper, the stranglers in the night, And those evil hitmen who hit men with all their might, (E7)Joseph Stalin and the killer Pol Pot, They all well deserve what they got - E(B7)ternity in a place that´s far too hot. (A7)Take me to hellven on a plane, in a car, I want to go to hellven, no matter how far. (E7) (A7) (B7) (E7) All those who were so ferociously good, I never want to meet them, knock on wood. Ooh! (A7)Saints and good nuns in their nunny dress… If I weren´t already dead then, I´d be bored to death! Well, (E7)Mother Theresa and Nelson Mandela Were so much nicer than Vlad the Impaler, And (A7)what about Saint Francis, Ghandi and Bill Gates? Looks like maybe you got me there, mates. Still, (E7) all in all, heaven´s too obscenely clean, And I prefer those folks in-between - (B7)Basically good, but with a streak of mean. (E7) (A7) (B7) (E7) (E7)Hellven, the place with the sleazy bars, Hellven, the place with the smoky gypsy jazz guitars, (A7)Hellven, the place where sex is none too clean, (B7)Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean? (A7)I want to go to hellven, even if I have to hike, I want to go to hellven, that´s the (B7)place (hold) that I like! (E7) (A7) (B7) (E7) (A7) (B7) (E7) Goettingen, Words early July and 12 July, Music 03 August 2018 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Last Campaign John Stewart (F) (Bb) (Gm) (Dm) (C) It was (F)more than Indi(Bb)ana, It was (Gm)more than (Dm)South Da(C)kota, It was (F)more than Cali(Bb)fornia, It was (Gm)more than (Dm) Ore(C)gon. It was a (Dm)race against (F)time, It was (Bb)always (F)on our (C)minds, And he (F)died (Bb)on the (Am)road. (G) (C) We were (F)tired, we were (Bb)hungry, We were (Gm)living (Dm)on a (C)dream, For (F)all forgotten (Bb)people, Never (Gm)heard and (Dm)never (C)seen, That there (Dm)would come a (F)time, For a (Bb)moment (F)they would (C)shine, And it (F)died (Bb)on the (Am)road. (G) (Bb)Truly as the (F)sun, (A)Truly as the (Dm)rain, (Bb)Truly (C)I be(F)lie(Dm)ve That it (Bb)was the (C)last cam(F)paign. (Bb)Truly as the (F)sun, (A)Truly as the (Dm)rain, (Bb)Truly (C)I be(F)lie(Dm)ve That it (Bb)was the (C)last cam(F)paign. It was more than Indi(Bb)ana, It was (Gm)more than (Dm)South Da(C)kota, It was (F)more than Cali(Bb)fornia, It was (Gm)more than (Dm) Ore(C)gon. It was a (Dm)race against (F)time, It was (Bb)always (F)on our (C)minds, And he (F)died (Bb)on the (Am)road. (G) (Bb)Truly as the (F)sun, (A)Truly as the (Dm)rain, (Bb)Truly (C)I be(F)lie(Dm)ve That it (Bb)was the (C)last cam(F)paign. (Bb)Truly as the (F)sun, (A)Truly as the (Dm)rain, (Bb)Truly (C)I be(F)lie(Dm)ve That it (Bb)was the (C)last cam(F)paign. © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved The way I usually play it, key of F, key of G is also nice. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Always Midnight Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Dm6) (E) (E7) (Am) (D2) (D4) (Em) Hopes past fading, (Em9)Fears cascading, (Am) What are we to (B7)do? A (Em)surge of terror Filled with (Em/D)human error, What’s (C)clearly false, now is (B7)said to be true. (Bbj7) I saw them in (Am7)darkened corners, (Dm) Never thought they would (E7)see the light. They’re (Am) standing tall as (Dm6)we take the fall, The (E)clock says it’s (E7)always (Am)midnight, (Gm6/Bb)Always (Am)midnight. (Dm6) (E) (E7) (Am) (D2) (D4) (Em) Some preach resistance, (Em9)That takes persistence, It’s (Am)all in the follow-(B7)through. Some (Em)pull up the covers, A(Em/D)voiding blood brothers, A(C)fraid who they’re talking (B7)to. (Bbj7) I saw them in (Am7)darkened corners, (Dm) Never thought they would (E7)see the light. They’re (Am) standing tall as (Dm6)we take the fall, The (E)clock says it’s (E7)always (Am)midnight, (Gm6/Bb)Always (Am)midnight. (Dm6) (E) (E7) (Am) (D2) (D4) (Em) You’ll get no answer From (Em9)this song-and-dancer, (Am)This is not an (B7) interview. A (Em)song is something, But (Em/D)it’s next to nothing, Com(C)pared to this dirty (B7) ballyhoo. (Bbj7) I saw them in (Am7) darkened corners, (Dm)Never thought they would (E7)see the light. They’re (Am)standing tall as (Dm6)we take the fall, The (E)clock says it’s (E7)always (Am)midnight, (Gm6/Bb)Always (Am)midnight, (Gm6/Bb) Always (Am)midnight. (Dm6) (E) (E7) (Am) (D2) (D4) (Em9) Words Fred Grittner, January 27, 2017, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 25 February 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Gm6/Bb E------------------ B------3----------- G------------------ D------------------ A--1--------------- E--x---------------

Fakebook Jan Hauenstein (G)(hold) Fakebook believes… The(G) school I went to is called ‘None Of Your Business’, And I (C)wonder how they can believe that this is The (G)truth. It seems the (Bm7/F#)school has more than (Em)3000 (Em/B)likes. (C)Liked by all the (C/B)geese and fishies (Am7)and goats and (D)Mikes. (G)‘New York, New (Bm7/F#)York’ is where the (Em)school is lo(Em7)cated, At (C)least that is (Am7) what I (D7)stated.(hold) (G)(hold) Fakebook believes… My (G)nickname is ‘The Wonder Dog’, I be(C)lieve they believe that all around the clock. And they (G)know I (Bm7/F#)work for (Em) Huffle(Em/B)puff As a ma(C)gician, (C/B)and if (Am7)that ain´t en(D)ough, They be(G)lieve I (Bm7/F#)traveled to (Em)Many, Indi(Em7)ana, And my (C)first position (Am7)was musician (D7)in Bandaragama, Sri (G)Lanka. Or was it (D7)(hold)six? Come get your kicks with (C) fake(G)book! (D) I´m doing very well at (C) fake(G)book! (D) I have a (B)bridge to (B7)sell to (Em)fakebook! (Am7) (D) (G) (Bm7/F#) (Em) (Em/B) (C) (C/B) (Am7) (D) (G) (Bm7) (Em) (Em7) (C) (Am7) (D)(hold) (G)(hold) Fakebook deletes… They de(G)leted my university, ‘Way Over Yonders’, (C)Why did they delete that? One wonders. They (G)want me to (Bm7/F#)boost new songs for (Em)only four (Em/B)dollars, (C)3000 (C/B)people will (Am7)see that, fakebook (D)hollers. (G)I have a (Bm7/F#)feeling (Em)that they (Em7)feel (C)I will take them (Am7)up upon (D7) that dirty deal. (G) Wrong! (D7)(hold) Wrong! Listen to my song about (C) fake(G)book! (D) I´m doing very well at (C) fake(G)book! (D) I have a (B)bridge to (B7)sell to (Em)fakebook! (Am7) (D) I (B7)don´t want to de(Em)ny it, I´m (C)pretty (D)(hold)sure they´ll (G)(hold) buy it! (G)Fakebook, the (Bm7/F#)home of the (Em)hatespeech (Em/B)bubble, (C)Fakebook, the (C/B)home of e(Am7)ternal racist (D)trouble, (G)Fakebook, the (Bm7/F#)place where (Em)friendships (Em/B)break, (C)Fakebook, where (Am7)so much news is (D7)(hold)fake, fake, (G) fake… Jan Hauenstein, Words 18 October, Music 21 October 2018, Goettingen, last four lines 05 February 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com As to the Fakebook song - it´s all true. I told them my school´s name was ‘None Of Your Business’ in ‘New York, New York’, my university was called ‘Way Over Yonders’ and I often traveled to ‘Many, Indiana’ and that my first job was ‘Musician in Bandaragama, Sri Lanka’. Then they offered me 3,000 likes for each new song I posted, for four dollars, and they deleted my university. That made me almost as angry as all the hate speech and fake news they allow people, and bots, to spread. Ha! I quickly added my new job - ‘Magician at Hufflepuff’, and ‘The Wonder Dog’ as my nickname. Presto, they ate that, and I had a song.

Come On In My Kitchen Robert Johnson (G) Mm mm mm mm mm, (C7)Mmmmm, Mmm(D#7)mmm, You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen, Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. When a woman's in trouble, Everybody puts her down. She looks for her (C7)good man, Lord, he can't be (D#7)found. You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen, Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. There's a cold wind blowing, Leaves trembling on the trees. Don't you know that (C7)good girl, Yeah, she's leaving (D#7)me. You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen, Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. (hold) - Three instrumental verses - That woman I've been (C)loving Left with my best friend, That joker got (C7)lucky, Stole her back a(D#7)gain. You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen, Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. That good girl's leaving, She ain't coming back. I took her last (C7)nickel From her notion (D#7)sack. You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. Mama's dead and gone, Father's nowheres to be. I ain't got no(C7)body To love and care for (D#7)me. You better (G)come on into my (D)kitchen, Because it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors. Yeah, it's (G)going to be (C)raining out(G)doors, It's (G)going to be (C)(hold)raining outdoors.(G) © Robert Johnson, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. Owes a lot to the Allman Brothers Band version. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Maya Walking Jan Hauenstein (G) (Gj7) (C) (D7) (G) (Em7/B) (Am7) (D) When the (Em)days are dark and dreary and life (C)seems to be unkind, Just (D)listen to this story, it might (B7)soothe your weary (Em)mind. (Am7) (D) (G)See Maya (Em)walking, (C)walking, walking, (D)walking, (G)See Maya (Em)walking with that (Am7)big smile on her (D)face, (G)See Maya (Em)dancing, (C)dancing, dancing, (D)dancing, Little (Em)tippy-tappy steps, and (C)yet so (Am)full (D7)of (G)grace. (Gj7) (C) (D) (Em)Born without legs, (Am)born in the war, A (C)little girl from Syria walk-(D)crawling through the door On (Em)short legs made of plastic tubing (Am)and some tin That her (C)father found for her (B7) in a rubbish (Em)bin. Oh, and she (C)rarely ever dared to (D)leave the tent In that (C)dismal international (D) displaced persons (Em7)camp. (Am7) (D) (G)See Maya (Em)walking, (C)walking, walking, (D)walking, (G)See Maya (Em)walking with that (Am7)big smile on her (D)face, (G)See Maya (Em)dancing, (C)dancing, dancing, (D)dancing, Little (Em)tippy-tappy steps, and (C)yet so (Am)full (D7)of (G)grace. (Gj7) (C) (D) A (Em)good man in Turkey (Am)saw her on TV; He (C)cried a little, then he said, (D)“Here´s a task for me.” He do(Em)nated the money, asked the (Am)Turkish Red Crescent, “Will you (C)make her good legs?” They made a (D)fine pair, yes, and Then they (Am)quickly flew the (D)young girl in, Put her (C)old tin-and-plastic legs (B7) in the rubbish (Em)bin. (Am7) (D) The (C)story is too (D)long For a (G)happy (Gj7)little (Em)song, So I´ll (Am)stop my idle (D)talk, I´ll just (C)tell you (D)she (C)can (G)walk! (Gj7) (C) (D) (G)See Maya (Em)walking, (C)walking, walking, (D)walking, (G)See Maya (Em)walking with that (Am7)big smile on her (D)face, (G)See Maya (Em)dancing, (C)dancing, dancing, (D)dancing, Little (Em)tippy-tappy steps, and (C)yet so (Am)full (D7)of (G)grace. (Gj7) (C) (D) (G) It´s (C)bound to make you happy for a (D)good long while When you (C)see Maya dancing with her (Am)glorious (D)happy (G)smile! (Gj7) (C) (D) (G) (Em7/B) (Am7) (D) (G) (Gj7) (C) (D4) (D) (G) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 08 July 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com https://www.rtl.de/cms/maya-humpelte-auf-selbstgebauten-prothesen-durch-den-dreck-jetzt-laeuft-sie-auf-echten-kuenstlichen-beinen-4264170.html https://womenintheworld.com/2018/12/12/girl-8-who-was-born-without-legs-and-lives-in-a-refugee-camp-has-life-transformed-by-act-of-kindness/

Always Expect The Unexpected Jan Hauenstein (E) Always expect the unexpected, It´s so unwise to neglect it, It´s (A)not too hard (A7) to detect it, (E)When you expect the (B7)(hold)(B7)(hold) unex(Em7)pected. (Am)Once in China, and (G)this is not pc, I (C)looked into a soup tureen, and (D)what did I see? Oh (E)Lordy-Lord, oh (Am)my, oh me, I was (F)sorely shocked (G) to the utmost de(Am)gree. It was not (F)noodle soup, (G) it was (A)poodle soup, And (Am)with my stomach (Em7) it did not a(Am)gree. (E)Always expect the unexpected, When from a foreign menu you selected (A)Food that once had a (A7)tail, and wagged it, (E)Always expect the (B7)(hold)(B7)(hold) unex(Em7)pected. (Am)Love was in the air, but (G)I was in the water, When (C)whom should I spy but (D) Neptune´s daughter, Who (F)said, “You always oughta (Am)be in the water! I (F)think you´re hotter (G)(hold)(G)(hold) than Harry (Am)Potter.” (F)Up swam her father, the (Bb)King-Kong of the Ocean, And (Am)took away her (E)#9 Love Potion. (Am)“Ooh!” said she, “This (C)wild (D)love exp(E)losion Was (Am)nothing but a crazy (Em7) ocean potion (Am)notion.” (E)Always expect the unexpected, Like e.g. love that´s misdirected, (A)Sneaking up upon you, (A7) unsuspected, (E)Always expect the (B7)(hold)(B7)(hold) unex(Em7)pected. They play my (Am)songs on the radio, I (G)rule supreme, By my (C)peers I am held in ex(D)tremely high esteem, The fans (E)shower me with money and (Am)all the girls scream, I´m the (F)golden boy, (G) I am running full (Am)steam, I´m a (F)red-hot sensation, (G) I am (A)rocking the nation… A(Am)las, when I woke up, (Em7) it was just a (Am)dream. But (E)always expect the unexpected, Don´t be too dejected when your music is rejected, (A)Maybe someday (A7)someone will respect it, (E)Always expect the (B7)(hold)(B7)(hold) unex(Em7)pected. Time for a guitar solo! ‘Pling.’ Wow!! A genius! (E)Always expect the unexpected, It´s just not wise to neglect it, It´s (A)not too hard, (A7)you can detect it, (E)When you expect the (B7)(hold)(B7)(hold) unex(Em7)pected. Jan Hauenstein, Words 09 May, Music 10 May 2019, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Faraway Tom Dave Goulder (Em) (Am) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (B7) (Em) (B7) (Em) When the calendar (Em7)brings in the (Em)cuckoo And the (C)summer comes following (B7)on, Then the (Em)thin mists of (D)day See him (Em)running (D)a(C)way And they (Em)know him as (D) Faraway (Em)Tom. (D) (Em) (D) The (Em)earth is his (Em7)bed and his (Em)pillow, And his (C)sheets are the clothes he has (B7)on. He sleeps (Em)all after(D)noon, Then he's (Em)hunting (D)the (C)moon, Til it (Em)rises for (D) Faraway (Em)Tom. (D) (Em) (D) He (Em)sees the fox (Em7)leaving his (Em)hollow And he (C)knows where the badger has (B7)gone, And he (Em)watches the (D)fawn In the (Em) shelte(D)ring (C)thorn, But they (Em)don't see old (D) Faraway (Em)Tom. (D) (Em) (D) He knows (Em)nothing of (Em7)letters and (Em)learning, And of (C)manners and such, he has (B7)none, Yet he (Em)numbers the (D)seasons On (Em)fingers (D)and (C)toes, As they (Em)pass over (D) Faraway (Em)Tom. (D) (Em) (Am) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (B7) (Em) (B7) (Em) But what of the (Em7)winters to (Em)follow? Will (C)age and cold winds bring him (B7)down? And (Em)where will he (D)lie When the (Em)snows fill (D)the (C)sky, And the (Em)years tells on (D) Faraway (Em)Tom? (D) (Em) (D) When the (Em)calendar (Em7)brings in the (Em)cuckoo And the (C)summer comes following (B7)on, Through the (Em)thin mists of (D)day, See him (Em)running (D)a(C)way, And they (Em)know him as (D) Faraway (Em)Tom. (D) (Em) (Am) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (B7) (Em) (B7) (Em) © Dave Goulder, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, some Dave Goulder, some Ann Mayo Muir, some JH. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Past Forward Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Dm) (D2) (A2) (hold) Past (Am)forward is the language the (Dm)ugly man speaks, Past (G)forward, the Thirties, the degra(Am)dation, the hate. The (Em)scapegoats this time: rapists, rats, in(Fj7)vaders, vermin, Fake (E)news… The (Am)tell-tale language of a (Dm)fascist mind. I´ve (G)heard it before and I (Am)know the score. (C/B) (C) (B7/D#) Past (Em)forward. (Fj7) (Bb) (Am) (Dm) (D2) (A2) (hold) He (Am)speaks to the fearful, the (Dm)angry masses, The ple(G)beian bullies, the (Am)racist white crowd, Their (Em)egos so weak, they need to feel (Fj7)better than others. All the (E)lies… Red (Am)faces, no mercy, men and (Dm)women alike. They are (G)ready to pounce when the (Am)ugly man speaks. (C/B) (C) (B7/D#) So (Em)dirty. (Fj7) (Bb) (Am) And they (Em)listen to his hate speech, and they (Fj7)need enemies, And they be(Am)lieve what they hear, and they (E)carry their guns. Latinos, (Am)African Americans, liberals, be(Fj7)ware: Some are (Am)ready to shoot, some are (Dm)ready to kill. The (G)danger is real, they are (Am)always there, (C/B) (C) (B7/D#) The (Em)killers. (Fj7) (Bb) (Am) (Dm) (D2) (A2) (hold) Past (Am)forward is the language you (Dm)hear from the leader, He de(G)stroys all the values A(Am)merica stood for, And he (Em)gives to the rich what he (Fj7)takes from the poor, The pussy (E)grabber… But so (Am)many will not notice, they keep (Dm)fighting his war Against (G)empathy, honour, truth, (Am) decency and grace. (C/B) (C) (B7/D#) Past (Em)forward. (Fj7) (Bb) (Am) (Dm) I´ve (G)heard it before and I (Am)know the score. (C/B) (C) (B7/D#) Past (Em)forward. (Fj7) (Bb) (Am) (Dm) (D2) (A2) (hold) Words Jan Hauenstein., Goettingen, 05 August 2019 Music 06 August janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

That Border Again Words Fred Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (Cj7) (Am) (Am7) (Fj7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) You crossed that (Am)border a(G)gain, (Dm) Into (G)darkness without (C)end (F) You a(Fj7)bandoned every (G)friend. (E) Rather break than ever (Am)bend, (Am7) (F) You crossed that (G)border a(C)gain. (Cj7) (Am) (Am7) (Fj7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) Watched you (Am)fight, tooth and (G)nail, (Dm) I had (G)hopes you would pre(C)vail. (F) You came (Fj7)back to tell your (G)tale, (E) But you never closed the (Am)sale. (Am7) (F) Now you’re (G)way off down the (C)trail. (Dm) You never put your (G)cards on the (C)table, (Fj7) Looks like you never (G)will. (Dm) There comes a (G)time when (Fj7)I have to con(C)sider You’ll (Am)take another chance with your poison (G)pill. (C) (Cj7) (Am) (Am7) (Fj7) (F) (Fj7) (G) (C) You crossed that (Am)border a(G)gain, (Dm) Left be(G)hind some loosened (C)ends. (F) No more (Fj7)lies, you can’t pre(G)tend, (E) Knowing what’s around the (Am)bend, (Am7) (F) You crossed that (G)border a(C)gain. Words Fred Grittner, April 4, 2017, May 5, 2017, May 11, 2017, June 10, 2017, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 24 February 2019 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com