The Language Of The Brain And The Language Of The Heart Jan Hauenstein (C) (C5) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G/C)(G/D) (C) The language of the (C5)brain and the (G)language of the (Am)heart (Fj7) Sometimes (Fj9)are (G)worlds apart. (G4)(G5) (C) A man and a (Em7/B)woman (Am)meet and fall in (Fj7)love, (C) Both know their (Em7/B)demons from the (Am)past. (C) A man and a (Em7/B)woman (Am)met and fell in (Fj7)love, (C) The odds said (Em7/B)that it would not (Am)last. (Bbj7/F) (G) (G/B) (Am) (C/B) (C) The language of the (C5)brain and the (G)language of the (Am)heart (Fj7) Sometimes (Fj9)are (G)worlds apart. (G/C)(G/D) (C) The language of the (C5)brain and the (G)language of the (Am)heart (Fj7) Sometimes (Fj9)are (G) worlds apart, Worlds a(Cj7)part. (Fj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Fj9)(hold) (Fj7)(hold) (C) He is a (Em7/B)veteran of a (Am)long ago war,(Fj7) (C) He is a (Em7/B)victim of the (Am)booze. (C) She wrote his (Em7/B)name (Am) in letters of (Fj7)flame, (C) Refused the (Em7/B)thought that love might (Am)lose. (Fj7) One good woman, (G) one good man. (G)(G/B)(Am) (Am/E) (Fj7) There was love, (Bbj7/F)love that was true, (Am) But it turned from red to (G)blue. (Fj7) They were riding (Bbj7/F) a dying horse, (Am) Two survivors of past (G)wars. (G/C)(G/D) (C) (C5) (G) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9) (G) (G4)(G5) (C) The language of the (C5)brain and the (G)language of the (Am)heart (Fj7) Sometimes (Fj9)are (G)worlds apart. (G/C)(G/D) (C) The language of the (C5)brain and the (G)language of the (Am)heart (Fj7) Sometimes (Fj9)are (G) worlds apart, Worlds (G/B)a(Am)part. (Fj7) (G)(hold) (G) (Em7/B) (Cj7) Long time coming. Found the words for the chorus on an old scrap of paper from I don´t know when. Last year I noticed they would work well with parts of an instrumental piece I had been working on, on and off, for quite a while. In February 2013 the verses and the bridge happened. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Something Borrowed, Something Blue Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein - Instrumental intro like first four lines - (D)Ti(D4)red (D)and (Em)restless,(Em/B) I (A)yearn (A4)to (A)be (D)free (D2)Of (D)this hand-(D4)me-(D)down (Em)love(Em/B) (A)You (A4)give (A)to (D)me. (F) That´s all I (C)ever (Am7)get from (D)you, (F) Something (C)borrowed, some(C/B)thing (G)b(G/B)l(A)ue. (A7)(A) (D)All (D4)this (D)con(Em)fu(Em/B)sion (A)Keeps (A4)me (A)a(D)part, (D2)Don´t (D)stir (D4)up (D)the (Em)ashes(Em/B) Of (A)my (A4)smoul(A)dring (D)heart. (F) That´s not (C)what I (Am7)want from (D)you, (F) Something (C)borrowed, some(C/B)thing (G)b(G/B)l(A)ue. (Bm) Half of my time I (Am)pump my(C/B)self (C)up, The (Dj7)other half´s just a (Em)blur. (Bm) I´m tired of singing (Am) these love(C/B)sick (C)blues, But I (Dj7)can´t seem to find a (Em)cure. (A)(A7)(A) (D)Love (D4)go(D)es (Em)up (Em/B) And (A)love (A4)co(A)mes (D)down, (D2)But (D)mos(D4)t(D)ly (Em)love(Em/B) (A)Never (A4)came (A)a(D)round. (F) The most I (C)ever (Am7)got from (D)you, (F) Something (C)borrowed, some(C/B)thing (G)b(G/B)l(A)ue. (A7)(A) I (D)don´t want (D4)to (D)re(Em)mem(Em/B)ber, But (A)how do (A4)I (A)for(D)get (D2)The (D)low (D4)road (D)I (Em)trave(Em/B)led Past the (A)edge (A4)of (A)re(D)gret. (F) That´s where I (C)ended (Am7)up with (D)you, (F) Something (C)borrowed, some(C/B)thing (G)b(G/B)l(A)ue. (A7)(A) (F) That´s where I (C)ended (Am7)up with (D)you… (F) (C) (C/B) (G) (G/B) (A) (A7)(A) - Instrumental like first four lines - Words Fred Grittner, date unknown, Music Jan Hauenstein 21 September 2012, Goettingen, Germany janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Trembling Jan Hauenstein (F) (C) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb) (C) (A7) (Dm) (F) Wolfgang´s got the (C)trembling, (Dm) he can´t sleep at (Gm)night. (Bb)Wolfgang´s got an (C)image en(A7)graved upon his (Dm)sight. (F) Wolfgang drinks too (C)much, still (Dm)blessed sleep won´t (Gm)come. (Bb)Wolfgang lies a(C)wake at night, his (A7)mind and soul so (Dm)numb. (Bb) Daytime, he´s a (C)happy man, (A7)working his small (Dm)farm, (F) Far away from (C)Bosnia, (A7) far away from (Dm)harm. But (Bb)when he tells his (C)story, (A7) tears are in his (Dm)eyes, (F) When he tells his (C)story, he (Dm)softly (A7)cries and (Dm)cries. (F) (C) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb) (C) (A7) (Dm) (F) Wolfgang was a (C)soldier for (Dm)more than thirty (Gm)years. (Bb)Wolfgang liked his (C)work, the (A7)friends, the jokes, the (Dm)beers. (F) Wolfgang was an (C)alpha male, he (Dm)had a pretty (Gm)wife. (Bb) Wolfgang loved the (C)army, (A7)Wolfgang loved his (Dm)life. (F) (C) (Dm) (Gm) (Bb) (C) (A7) (Dm) (hold) These (Bb)days, he feels the (C)summer heat (A7) almost every (Dm)night. He (F)feels the young boy (C)struggling, hears (A7)screams, feels sweat and (Dm)fright. (Bb) Wolfgang sees the (C)hand grenade (A7)in the young boy´s (Dm)hand, His (F)own hand covering (C)child hand, (A7) fingers cramped and (Dm)bent, Holding (F)fast onto the (C)trigger, (Dm) waiting for flash and (Gm)blast, (Bb)Waiting for the blast that (C)did not come… in every (A7)sweating, wailing (Dm)dream. He (F)wonders ´bout his (C)future, he (Dm)knows too well the (Gm)past, The (Bb)dream that haunts his (C)tired brain, the (A7)ever-same old (Dm)scene. (Bb) (C) (A7) (Dm) (F) (C) (A7) (Dm) (F) Wolfgang´s got the (C)trembling, (Dm) he can´t sleep at (Gm)night. (Bb)Wolfgang´s got an (C)image en(A7)graved upon his (Dm)sight. (F) Wolfgang´s days are (C)peaceful, his (Dm)nights are howl and (Gm)scream, (Bb)Wolfgang´s nightmare´s (C)come to (hold)stay, the (Bb)sweat, the (A7)heat, the (Dm)dream. Braunlage, 17 August, Quedlinburg, 12 September, Göttingen, 22 September 2006 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Folsom Prison Blues Johnny Cash (B7) (E) I hear the train a comin', It's rollin' on around the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine (E7)Since I don't know when. I'm (A7)stuck in Folsom Prison, And the time keeps (E)draggin' on, But that (B7)train keeps a-rollin' (A7)(hold)On down to San An(E)tone. When I was just a baby My Mama told me, "Son, Always be a good boy, (E7)Don't you ever mess around with guns," But I (A7)shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him (E)die. Now when I (B7)hear that whistle blowin', (A7)(hold)I just hang my head and (E)cry. I bet there's rich folks eatin' In a fancy dining car, They're probably drinkin' coffee And (E7)smokin' on big cigars. Well, I (A7)know I had it comin', Lord, I know I can't be (E)free, But that (B7)train keeps a-movin', (A7)(hold)And that's what's torturing me. - Instrumental verse - Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine, You bet I'd move it on Just a little (E7)further on down the line, A(A7)way from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to (E)stay, And I'd (B7)let that lonesome whistle (A7)(hold)Blow all my blues a(E)way. © Johnny Cash, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Tina´s Happy Little Song Jan Hauenstein (C) (G) (F) (C) (G) (F) (C) (F) (G) (C) Tina said, “Go write a (G)happy song!” (F)You should know that Tina´s (C)seldom (G)wrong, (F) So here´s a little (C)happy song, A (F)happy little (G)singalong (C)song. (Am) (F) (G) (C) (Am) (F)(hold) (F)(hold) (G)(hold) (G)(hold) (C)This is Tina´s (G)happy little song, It (F)isn´t complicated and it (C)isn´t (G)long, (F)Sing along now, ´cause you (C)can´t go (Am)wrong (F)When you sing a (G)little happy (C)song. (Am) (F) (G) (C) (Am) (F) (G) (F) (G) (C)Doesn´t need a (Am)topic, but I (F)think that it should (G)rhyme, (F)This time try to rhyme (C)light and sun and (G)shine, A (C)shiny sunshine (Am)song with some (F)sweet sun(G)light, I (F)bet that you can do that! So (G)well, (G7)al(G)right…(hold) (C)This is Tina´s (G)happy little song, It (F)isn´t complicated and it (C)isn´t (G)long, (F)Sing along now, ´cause you (C)can´t go (Am)wrong (F)When you sing a (G)little happy (C)song. (Am) (F) (G) (C) (Am) (F) (G) (F) (G) It´s a (C)song about a (Am)soft and (F)lazy summer (G)breeze, A (F)song about the Japa(C)nese´s niece´s (G)knees, This (C)song will (Am)make you want to (F)go to To(G)go, (F)Not to go to Togo is a (G)no-go, don´t you (G7)kno(G)w? (hold) Hunh? (C)This is Tina´s (G)happy little song, It (F)isn´t complicated and it (C)isn´t (G)long, (F)Sing along now, ´cause you (C)can´t go (Am)wrong (F)When you sing a (G)little happy… (C)This is Tina´s (G)happy little song, It (F)isn´t complicated and it (C)isn´t (G)long, (F)Sing along now, ´cause you (C)can´t go (Am)wrong (F)When you sing a (G)little happy (C)song. (Am) (F) (G) (C) (Am) (F) (G) (F) (G) (C) Jan Hauenstein, Roemoe, Denmark, 28 March 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Heartache Warren Zevon Capo 4th fret (C) (F)(C) (F)(G) (C) (F)(C) (F) (G) (C) Shadows falling in the (G)noonday (C)sun, (F) Blue (C)feeling to the (G)maxi(C)mum. (F) Look what (Am)happens when you (G)love some(C)one, And they (F)don't (C)love (G)you. The heart(C)ache, (C/E)the risk (G)you (F/A)run, (F)The chance (F/A)you (G/B)take when you (C/E)love (G/D)some(Am)one, And the (F)sor(C)row for the (F)lonely (C)one When the (F)heart(G)ache (C)comes. (F)(C) (F)(G) (C) Never thought I'd be a(G)lone like (C)this, (F) Guess I (C)should have been a (G)rea(C)list. (F) That's the (Am)trouble with re(G)lation(C)ships, They (F)end (C)too (G)soon. And the heart(C)ache, (C/E)the risk (G)you (F/A)run, (F)The chance (F/A)you (G/B)take when you (C/E)love (G/D)some(Am)one, And the (F)sor(C)row for the (F)lonely (C)one When the (F)heart(G)ache (C)comes. And the (F/A)dark(G)ness (Am)falls And the (F)rain comes down, In the (Em)midst of (Am)spring (Dm) There's a sadness in the (G)heart of things. (C) (G) (C) (F) (C) (G)(C) (F) (Am) (G)(C) (F) (C) (G) And the heart(C)ache, (C/E)the risk (G)you (F/A)run, (F)The chance (F/A)you (G/B)take when you (C/E)love (G/D)some(Am)one, And the (F)sor(C)row for the (F)lonely (C)one When the (F)heart(G)ache (C)comes. (F)(C) (F)(G) (C) Shadows falling in the (G)noonday (C)sun, (F) Blue (C)feeling to the (G)maxi(C)mum. © Warren Zevon, All Rights Reserved Playing hint: Try to get those bass runs in the choruses - mostly nice and flowing in the verses, rhythmical in the choruses. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Burn Me Like Whisky Jan Hauenstein & Rex De Long (C) (Em/B) (Am) (F) (G) (E) (Am) (C)Burn me (Em/B)like (Am)whisky, (F)soothe me like (G)wine, (E)You are your own, and (Am)you are mine. (C)Love me (Em/B)like (Am)brandy, (F)cuss me like (G)gin, (E)Still pure as rain, (E7)still sweet as (Am)sin. (C/B)And (C)in your eyes I (F)see the strain Of (Fj7)every loss, of (G)every gain, Of (C)love gone fine, love (F)gone insane, (Dm)Love often lost, (Dm7) but found (G)again. (Em)Darkness, (Am)lightness, (Cj7)sadness, de(D)light, (F)Such are our moments, like (Bb)day, like (Am)ni(Em9)ght.(Dm6) (G) (C)Burning (Em/B)like (Am)cognac, (F)deep as the (G)wine, (E)Clear as Sambucco, (Am)clouding the mind. (C)Often (Em/B)is (Am)sight most (F)clear in the (G)night As (E)darkness, (Am)lightness, (E7)sadness, de(Am)light. (C/B)And (C)in your eyes the (F)Georgia skies Re(Fj7)flect and shine in (G)sacrifice, (C)Thunderheads growing to (F)cleanse our eyes, The (Dm)darkness, the (Dm7)beauty of compro(G)mise. (Em)Darkness, (Am)lightness, (Cj7)sadness, de(D)light, (F)Such are our moments, like (Bb)day, like (Am)ni(Em9)ght.(Dm6) (G) (C)Here (Em/B)are the (Am)ghosts that (F)surely will (G)last, The (E)skeleton ghosts of the (Am)now and the past, But (C)here (Em/B)is (Am)love, it (F)may en(G)dure, (E)Here is love, (E7)so harsh, so (Am)pure. You (C)burn me (Em/B)like (Am)whisky, (F)soothe me like (G)wine, (E)You are your own, and (E7)you are (Am)mine.(Fj7) (G) (hold) You are your own (Cj7) (Cadd9) (C) (Cj7)(C) Words Rex DeLong & Jan Hauenstein, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 19 & 20 January 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

November Rain Words Fred Grittner/Music Jan Hauenstein (Dm) End of November, (Bb/D)Sky caked with gray, (Bb6)Thunder in front of the (A7)sun. The (Dm)swaying bare trees Are (Bb/D)talking to me, (Bb6)Warning of what is to (A7)come. There´s (Bbj7/F)something in the air That (Ebj7)makes me beware, (A7)Instinct or an old memo(Dm)ry. No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (Dm) Cold rain turning to (A7)snow. No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (A7) It´s time for me to (Dm)go. (Bb/D) (Bb6) (A7) (hold) (Dm) Snowflakes swirl, (Bb/D)Rise, fall and curl Like (Bb6)ships on a storm-tossed (A7)sea. My (Dm)windchilled skin Is (Bb/D)much too thin To (Bb6)make it through the (A7)freeze. (Bbj7/F)Nothing you can say Will (Ebj7)make me stay, ´Cause it´s (A7)late, way too (Dm)late. No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (Dm) Cold rain turning to (A7)snow. No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (A7) It´s time for me to (Dm)go. (Bb/D) (Bb6) (A7) (hold) (Dm)Watch it come falling, (A7)Watch it come falling (Dm)down. Watch it come falling, (A7)Watch it come falling (Dm)down. - Instrumental verse - No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (Dm) Cold rain turning to (A7)snow. No(Bbj7/F)vember rain, No(Ebj7)vember rain, (A7) It´s time for me to (Dm)go. (Bb/D) (Bb6) (A7) (hold) (Dm)Watch it come falling, (A7)Watch it come falling (Dm)down. Watch it come falling, (A7)Watch it come falling (Dm)down. (Bb/D) (Bb6) (A7) (Dm) Words © 1985, Frederick K. Grittner, Music Jan Hauenstein, 02 August 2012, Goettingen, Germany janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

An Old Man´s Complaint Jan Hauenstein (Em) (Em7) (Em6) (C) (D) (D2)(D) (Em) When I woke up in the night I´d hear the (Am)call of the (C)wild, Full of (D)danger, (C)pleasure (D)and ad(Em)ventures. These (A)days, when I fall from (G)sleep´s (Em)ladder Most (F)times it´s the call of (F9)my (Em)bladder Makes me (C)grope half-(D)blind for my (E)dentures.(E7) And it´s not (Em)funny,(Em7) (Em6) it´s not (C)funny at (Em)all, The (B)way I have to answer(Bb)(A) na(G)ture´s (Em)call In the (C)wee wee (B7)hours, the (C7)dawning (B7)of (Gm)the (Em)day, For the (A)birds noi(Bb)sy (B)screams Won´t let me (C7)go back (B7)to (Gm)my (Em)dreams That are (A)shapeless and (B7)fuzzy and (Em)gray. (Dj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Em) My meals come on wheels, Now, (Am)that´s a lousy (C)deal For a (D)man who (C)used to (D)love to (Em)eat. The (A)girl who brings (G)the (Em)food Is (F)nice and plump (F9)and (Em)cute, And she (C)tells me that (D)brown lump there is (E)meat.(E7) And it´s not (Em)funny,(Em7) (Em6) no, it´s not (C)funny at (Em)all, Some (B)days I´d rather bang my head (Bb)(A) against (G)the (Em)wall (C) Than (B7)wolf down those (C7)lukewarm (B7)mashed (Gm)po(Em)taoes, Or that (A)rice, should I (Bb)re-(B)boil it Or (C7)flush it (B7)down (Gm)the (Em)toilet? That (A)seems to be the (B7)way my (Em)life goes. And there´s a (Dj7)hole in the bed (Cj7) Where she´d lay her head. No, (Fj7)I won´t pretend I loved her (Em)much, (Gj7) But I sure miss a woman´s (Bbj7)touch. (Dj7) (Abj7) (Em) (D) (D2)(D) (Em) Well, the doctor let on All of (Am)that would be (C)gone (D)After that (C)little (D)ope(Em)ration. The (A)doctor, well, (G)he (Em)said That (F)scene would (F9)be (Em)dead. (C) Little did he (D)know my imagi(E)nation.(E7) And it´s not (Em)funny,(Em7) (Em6) it´s not (C)funny at (Em)all The (B)way yesterday´s lust still (Bb)(A)holds me (G)in (Em)thrall When that (C)lady from next (B7)door (C7)visits (B7)me (Gm)for (Em)tea, And my (A)brain shouts, (B)‘GO!’ But my (C7)body (B7)answers, (Em)‘No, No, brain, (A)no, for I´m (B7)old, I´m old, you (Em)see.’(Em7) (Em6) (C) (D) (E) When I (Em)woke up in the night I´d hear the (Am)call of the (C)wild, Full of (D)danger, (C)pleasure (D)and ad(Em)ventures. These (A)days, when I fall from (G)sleep´s (Em)ladder Most (F)times it´s the call of (F9)my (Em)bladder Makes me (C)grope half-(D)blind for my (Em)dentures. (Dj7) (Cj7) (Fj7) (Em) (Gj7) (Bbj7) (Dj7) (Abj7) (Em) Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 25 March & 1 April 2005 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

All-Time Woman John Stewart (D) (A) (Bm) (D7) (G) (A) (D) (A) (D)Mother Out(A)law´s been (Bm)giving me (D7)jaw, Saying (G)"Why don´t you (A)marry the (D)girl?(A) (D)I know (A)you´ve been (Bm)living in (D7)sin, Got your (G)backside (A)out to the (D)world."(D7) But an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman,(Bm) Ah, you (G)don´t need a (F#m)preacher to (E)know(A) That an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Keeps you (E)ready for the (G)rock´n (D)roll,(D/C#)(Bm)(hold) Oh, (G)ready for the (A)rock´n (G)roll. Now a (D)one-night (A)stand for a (Bm)guitar (D7)man Is (G)easy when the (A)road gets (D)boring,(A) But (D)Holiday (A)Inns and the (Bm)two-dollar (D7)gin Can (G)sure look (A)bad in the (D)morning.(D7) Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Is the (G)best damn (F#m)friend I (E)know,(A) Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Keeps you (E) ready for the (G)rock´n (D)roll,(D/C#)(Bm)(hold) Oh, (G)ready for the (A)rock´n (G)roll. (D)Miss A(A)merica, I (Bm)got your (D7)game, It´s a (G)Christian (A)burlesque (D)show,(A) (D)Feeding their (A)eyes on your (Bm)sweet young (D7)thighs Pre(G)tending, yeah, that (A)you don´t (D)know.(D7) But an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman,(Bm) Oh, she (G)ain´t selling (F#m)nothing but (E)soul,(A) Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Keeps you (E)ready for the (G)rock´n (D)roll,(D/C#)(Bm)(hold) Oh, (G)ready for the (A)rock´n (G)roll. - Instrumental verse - Yeah, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) With her (G)good love (F#m)feeding your (E)soul,(A) Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Keeps you (E)ready for the (G)rock´n (D)roll,(D/C#)(Bm) Keeps you (G)ready for the (A)rock´n (D)roll. Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) With her (G)good love (F#m)feeding your (E)soul,(A) Oh, an (G)all-(A)time (D)woman(Bm) Keeps you (E)ready for the (G)rock´n (D)roll,(D/C#)(Bm)(hold) Oh, (G)ready for the (A)rock´n (G)roll.(D) © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Ballad Of The Fair Lady And The Handsome Boy Jan Hauenstein (C) (D) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D7) (G) (G/F#) (Em)(hold) (G/F#)There (G)once was (G/F#)a (Em)fair maid, (Em/D)The (C)fairest of (D)all, Her (C)beauty re(D)nowned near (D/F#)and (Em)far.(Cj7) (D) Sweet (Em)lassie, sweet (Bm)lassie, Tell me (C)what can I (D)do, Shall I (D7)do, must I (G)do?(G/F#) (Em) (Em/D) (C)Fain would I (G)win you and (D)conquer (D/F#)your (Em)heart, (C)Fain would I (G)win you and (D)conquer (D7)your (G)heart. (C) (D) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D7) (G) (G/F#) (Em)(hold) (G/F#)Oh, (G)I am (G/F#)a (Em)lady, (Em/D)And (C)you but a (D)boy, Though (C)pleasing you (D)are to (D/F#)mine (Em)eye,(Cj7) (D) I (Em)am like a (Bm)young dove Who is (C)locked in a (D)cage, In a (D7)cage, iron (G)cage,(G/F#) (Em) (Em/D) (C)Oh to be (G)free to fly (D)high in (D/F#)the (Em)sky! (C)Oh to be (G)free to fly (D)high in (D7)the (G)sky! (C) (D) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D7) (G) (G/F#) (Em)(hold) (G/F#)The (G)lovers, (G/F#)they (Em)fled On (Em/D)the (C)very same (D)night, To the (C)end of the (D)road they (D/F#)did (Em)ride.(Cj7) (D) And (Em)there they made (Bm)love By the (C)light of the (D)moon, Of the (D7)moon, silver (G)moon,(G/F#) (Em) (Em/D) (C)Sweet was the (G)night as they (D)lay side (D/F#)by (Em)side, (C)Sweet was the (G)night as they (D)lay side (D7)by (G)side. (C) (D) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D7) (G) (G/F#) (Em)(hold) (G/F#)A (G)bitter (G/F#)old (Em)man Was (Em/D)the (C)lord of the (D)land, A bold (C)army was (D)at his (D/F#)com(Em)mand.(Cj7) (D) And (Em)hot in pur(Bm)suit Thundered (C)they through the (D)night, The long (D7)night, cruel (G)night,(G/F#) (Em) (Em/D) And (C)red in the (G)morning young (D)blood stained (D/F#)the (Em)sand, (C)Red in the (G)morning young (D)blood stained (D7)the (G)sand. (C) (D) (C) (Cj7) (D) (D7) (G) (G/F#) (Em) (Em/D) (C) (D) (hold) (D)(G5) Lyrics Wednesday, 15 August 20012, Music 01 September2012, Goettingen, Germany janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Night Jan Hauenstein (Am) Night, (Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) In the (Fj7)night (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9)(hold) (Am) In the (Fj7)night when the (Em/B)young (G6)hearts (Am)beat, Red moon (Fj7)sails (G6)the (Am)sky.(Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) In the (Fj7)night when the (Em/B)young (G6)hearts (Am)meet, (E) Sweet and a (E7)dangerous (Am)ti(Fj7)me. (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (Fj9)(hold) (Am) Dark the (Fj7)night when they (Em/B)make (G6)their (Am)move, Say hel(Fj7)lo, (G6)say good(Am)bye.(Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) Dark the (Fj7)night, hear the (Em/B)mu(G6)sic (Am)groove, (E) World may (E7)turn on a (Am)dim(Fj7)e. (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) (Fj7) (Cj7)Sweetness and (Fj7)darkness, (Cj7) A natural (Fj7)pair, (Cj7)Sweetness (Em/B)and (Am)darkness, In the (Dm6)night, (E) (E7)ev´ry(Am)where, In the (Dm6)night, (E) (E7) (Am)ev´rywhere. (Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) (Fj7) (Fj9)(hold) (Am) Late at (Fj7)night where the (Em/B)lo(G6)vers (Am)stroll, Secrets (Fj7)still (G6) un(Am)told,(Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) Late at (Fj7)night where the (Em/B)drun(G6)kards (Am)roll, (E) Sweetness and (E7)darkness un(Am)fol(Fj7)d. (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (G6) (G5) (Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) (Fj7) (Cj7) (Em/B)(Am) In the (Dm6)night, (E) (E7)in the (Am)night... In the (Dm6)night, (E) (E7)(hold) in the (Am)night...(E) (Dm6) (Am) Words Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 12 December 2009, Music 08 January 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com The lyrics were originally written for an instrumental ‘The Rumblers’ song, ‘Night Scene’. Rumbler Rex De Long thought the record company might be interested. Not the case, so after three years I made my own music to fit the orphaned lyrics.

Bait Up Jez Lowe (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Cj7) The (Em)village clock chimed (D)Home in Bed, The (Em) old man spat and (D)swore. I've been (Em)out to paint the (D)town, he said, But the (Cj7)town isn´t (D)there any (Cj7)more. (Em) Can I walk be(D)side you, Though you're (Em)keen to be on your (Bm)way? You must (Am)have someone that (Bm)waits for you At the (D)end of this long (Cj7)day. (Em)Rest (D)young (C)man, In the shadow of the (D)clock we (Em)stand, And I (C)feel it (C/B)creeping (Am)dark a(Am/G)cross my (D) brow. I wish I (Am)had some(C)one to (Bm)put me bait up (Cj7)now. (Em) My house, he said, will be (D)empty, The (Em)grate will be long since (D)cold. (Em) I might be my own (D)master, But I´m a (Cj7)slave (D) to getting (Cj7)old. It's a (Em)long time since I (D)woke up To (Em)nowt but a lonely (Bm)night, A (Am)long time since me (Bm)bait was waiting, (D)Wrapped up neat and (Cj7)tight. (Em)Rest (D)young (C)man, In the shadow of the (D)clock we (Em)stand, And I (C)feel it (C/B)creeping (Am)dark a(Am/G)cross my (D) brow. I wish I (Am)had some(C)one to (Bm)put me bait up (Cj7)now. (Em) I've walked my share of (D)young girls home A(Em)cross this wintry (D)dark, (Em) And had to leave them (D)sleeping So as (Cj7)not to be (D)late for (Cj7)work. I (Em)sometimes dream they (D)lie there still, So (Em)soft and warm and (Bm)young, But I (Am)guess they're old and (Bm)grey like me. (D) Or even dead and (Cj7)gone. (Em)Rest (D)young (C)man, In the shadow of the (D)clock we (Em)stand, And I (C)feel it (C/B)creeping (Am)dark a(Am/G)cross my (D) brow. I wish I (Am)had some(C)one to (Bm)put me bait up (Cj7)now. (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Cj7) (Em) My father used to (D)warn me, (Em) I thought that he was (D)mad He said, (Em) Times that make you (D)happy Just turn (Cj7)round and (D)make you (Cj7)sad. (Em) I really shouldn't (D)drink this much, At (Em)my age, it's just not (Bm)right. But I'm (Am)tireder than two (Bm)deputies, (D) I haven't eaten a (Cj7)bite. (Em)Rest (D)young (C)man, In the shadow of the (D)clock we (Em)stand, And I (C)feel it (C/B)creeping (Am)dark a(Am/G)cross my (D) brow. I wish I (Am)had some(C)one to (Bm)put me bait up (Cj7)now. (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Em) (D) (Cj7) The way I play it. © Jez Lowe, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Bait is slang for food, as eaten by the working miner at the coal-face. Someone to put my bait up means someone to share my bed at night, then see me off to work in the morning with something to eat at bait time. Jez Lowe

Dillan Bay Gordon Bok Capo 1st fret (D* [hammer on the F#-note]) (G* [hammer on the G-note]) (D*) (G*) (D) (G) (D) (Dj7) (G) (A) (D) (G) (D) (A7) (D*) (G*) (D)Dillan Bay, (G)laddie-o, (D)Dillan-(Dj7)dau, (G)laddie-(A)ay, (D)Dillan Bay, (G)laddie-o, (D)All the (A7)boats are (D*)gone. (G*) (D)Gone away, (G)laddie-o, (D)Gone a(Dj7)wa´, (G)laddie-(A)ay, (D)Gone away, (G)laddie-o, (D)With their (A7)topsails (D*)high. (G*) (D)Topsail high, (G)laddie-o, (D)Topsail (Dj7)low, (G)laddie-(A)ay, (D)Topsail high, (G)laddie-o, (D)When the (A7)wind´s a(D*)way. (G*) (D)Wind´s away, (G)laddie-o, (D)Wind´s a(Dj7)wa´, (G)laddie-(A)ay, (D)Winds away, (G)laddie-o, (D)Down in (A7)Dillan (D*)Bay. (G*) (D)Dillan Bay, (G)laddie-o, (D)Dillan-(Dj7)dau, (G)laddie-(A)ay, (D)Dillan Bay, (G)laddie-o, (D)All the (A7)boats are (D*)gone. (G*) (D) © Gordon Bok, All Rights Reserved I play the song in D (no capo), the instrumental verse as an ‘outro’. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Song About A Good Man (Mehmet Y.) Jan Hauenstein (G) Song about a (Em)good man, (C5) song about a (D)brave man, (G) Song about a (Em)good man (C) I will (C5)sing for (D)you. (C) See a very (D)young boy, (G) planting (G/F#)lentils, picking (Em)cotton, (C) He has (C/B)not for(Am)gotten (Am7)how hard life can (D)be. (C)Guarding the water(D)melons (G)that his (G/F#)parents were (Em)selling, (C) Bought a (C/B)tractor, (Am)plowed the fields (Am7) when he was just six(D)teen. (Bb) Left the fields of Şan(Am)lıurfa (Bb) when he was twenty-(Am)one, (C) Had (D7)had e(Em)nough of the (Em7)fields (C) and the (C/B)blazing (D/A)sun. (Em)Left his native (B7)Turkey, (Am)made his (C)way to (D)Germa(D7)ny. (G) Song about a (Em)good man, (C5) song about a (D)brave man, (G) Song about a (Em)good man (C) I (C5)sing for (D)you. (C) Young boy´s now a (D)man, (G) does the (G/F#)best he (Em)can, (C) Visit (C/B)Mehmet´s (Am)diner, (Am7) nothing could smell (D)finer (G) Than the (G/F#)sizzling (Em)seasoned meat, (Am)come in, (Am7)have a (D)seat. (Bb)Late night, early (Am)morning, a (Bb)few short weeks a(Am)go. (C)Cousin Ayhan, (D7)brother (Em)Ibra(Em7)him And (C)Mehmet (C/B)wipe the (D/A)tables, clean The (Em)spoons, the forks and the (B7)big meat knife. (Em) Young man running (B7)for his life, com(Am)motion (C/B)at (C)the (D7)door.(D)(hold) (G) Song about a (Em)good man, (C5) song about a (D)brave man, (G) Song about a (Em)good man (C) I (C5)sing for (D)you. (Bb) Young man in the (Am)diner now, (Bb)Mehmet at the (Am)door. (B7) ‘Fucking Turks’, ten (Em)Nazis howl, (Am)raring (C/B)for (C)a (D)war. (Bb) ‘Fucking Turks’, ten (Am)Nazis howl, (Bb)three Turks stand their (Am)ground, (B7) ‘This is MY place’, (Em)Mehmet says, (Am)waves the (C/B)knife (C)a(D)round. (C) Waves the knife and (D7)wonders, (C) ‘Will I have to (D7)fight?’ (C) Situation (D7)desperate, (B7)footsteps in the (Em)night, Po(Am)lice patrol, the (D7)sirens wail, (Am)Nazis flee, three (D7)caught (D7)and (D7)jailed. (G) Song about a (Em)good man, (C5) song about a (D)brave man, (G) Song about a (Em)good man (C) I (C5)sing for (D)you. (G) Song about a (Em)good man, (C5) song about a (D)brave man, (G) Song about a (Em)good man (C) I (C5)sang for (D)yo(G)u. (Em) (C5) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (C5) (D) (G) (Em) (C5) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (C5) (D) (G) Words Kargicak, Turkey, 01 & 02 November 2012, Music Göttingen, Germany, 10 November 2012 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Waiting Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein (C) (C5) (D) (D5) (G) (D) There's a (G)bus stop at the (D)edge of (Em)town, Full of (C)stray gray (C/B)men and (D)tears, They (G)wait for the truth of (D)life to (Em)pass Through the (Am)dusty, (Am7)bitter (D)years. She's the (C)dream that never (D)did (C)come (G)down On the (B7)journey through their (Em)lives, And I (Am)wonder where the (Fj7)wonder goes, It so (C)quickly (C5)turns to (D)lies. (D4) (D) And I'm (C)waiting for the (D)rain to (G)stop, (Em)Waiting for the (Am7)clouds to (D)rise, (C)Waiting for the (D)dream to (G)come a(Em)gain And (C)shake the fear loose (D)from my (Em)eyes, And (C)shake the fear loose (D6/B)from my (Em)eyes. (Em9) (Em) (D) (D2) (D) The (G)night slides on from (D)edge to (Em)edge, Selling (C)souls to (C/B)pierce the (D)wall, Down (G)darkened streets still (D)incom(Em)plete As the (Am)weary (Am7)spirits (D)fall. A (C)scene so real it (D)cuts (C)through (G)time On the (B7)journey through their (Em)lives, And I (Am)wonder where the (Fj7)wonder goes, And how a (C)dream so (C5)softly (D)dies. (D4) (D) And I'm (C)waiting for the (D)rain to (G)stop, (Em)Waiting for the (Am7)clouds to (D)rise, (C)Waiting for the (D)dream to (G)come a(Em)gain And (C)shake the fear loose (D)from my (Em)eyes, And (C)shake the fear loose (D6/B)from my (Em)eyes. (Em9) (Em) (D) (D2) (D) She (G)came to me on a (D)friendly (Em)wind With a (C)whisper (C/B) and a (D)tune, The (G)warmth of laughing (D)children,(Em) Counting (Am)rings a(Am7)round the (D)moon. Her (C)eyes saw secrets (D)in (C)my (G)heart As she (B7)wrapped me in her (Em)love, Then (Am)slipped away on (Fj7)silken words While the (Am)moon grew (Am7)cold a(D)bove. (D4) (D) And I'm (C)waiting for the (D)rain to (G)stop, (Em)Waiting for the (Am7)clouds to (D)rise, (C)Waiting for the (D)dream to (G)come a(Em)gain And (C)shake the fear loose (D)from my (Em)eyes, And (C)shake the fear loose (D6/B)from my (Em)eyes. (Em9) (Em) And (C)shake the fear loose (D)from my (Em)eyes. (C) (B7#5) (Em) Words © 1989 & 2013 Terry Lee Ransom/Southern Breeze Productions, Music Jan Hauenstein, Roemoe, Denmark, 21 March 2013 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

None But The Rain Townes Van Zandt (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (Cj7) (F) (Cj7) (G7) (C) We (C/B)had our (Am)day,(Am/G) (F) but now it's (Cj7)over, (F) We had our (Cj7)song, but (F)now (Fj7/F#) it's (G)sung. (G7) (C) We (C/B)had our (Am)stroll(Am/G) (F) through summer´s (Cj7)clover, (F) But summer's (Cj7)gone now, (G) my walking's (C)done. (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (Am) (C/B) (C)So (C/B)tell me (Am)gently,(Am/G) (F) who´ll be your (Cj7)lover, (F) Who´ll be your (Cj7)lover (F) af(Fj7/F#)ter I'm (G)gone? (G7) (C) Will it (C/B)be the (Am)moon(Am/G) (F) that hears your (Cj7)sighing, (F) Will it be the (Cj7)willow that (G)hears your lonesome (C)song? (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (Am) (C/B) (C) Will it (C/B)be the (Am)rain(Am/G) (F) that clings to your (Cj7)bosom, (F) Will it be the (Cj7)sunshine that (F)dries your (Fj7/F#)golden (G)hair? (G7) (C) Will it (C/B)be the (Am)wind(Am/G) that (F)warns of my re(Cj7)turning, (F) Will a rose be (Cj7)in your arms when I (G)find you waiting (C)there? (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (Cj7) (F) (Cj7) (G7) (C) None (C/B)but the (Am)rain(Am/G) (F) shall cling to my (Cj7)bosom, (F) None but the (Cj7)moon shall (F)hear my (Fj7/F#)lonesome (G)sigh. (G7) (C) None (C/B)but the (Am)wind(Am/G) shall (F)warn of your re(Cj7)turning, (F) Fare thee (Cj7)well, my (G)love, good(C)bye. (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (G/B) (C) © Townes Van Zandt, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com