Intelligent Design Jan Hauenstein (Gj7) (E7) (A7) (D7/4) (Bm7) (Em7) (Am7) (D7) (G)Grittner´s Fred - he´s (Em)where it´s at, (C)Charlie Wood(C5)ward - (D)sweet and smart, (G)That guy DeLong - you (Em)can´t go wrong, (C)Terry Lee (C5)Ransom - (D)big hat and handsome, And that (C)cool cat, Hauen(D)stein - (G)Good Lord Al(C)mighty, that´s In(D)telligent De(G)sign! Intelligent De(E7)sign, In(A7)telligent De(D7/4)sign, In(Bm7)telligent De(Em7)sign, it´s so (Am7)mighty, mighty (D7)fine! (Gj7) (E7) (A7) (D7/4) (Bm7) (Em7) (Am7) (D7) (G)Plato and Socrates, (Em)Greek philosophy, (C)Mighty, mighty (C5)clever, as (D)most folks would agree, But (G)it´s all relative, says (Em)Albert Einstein - (C)Wasn´t he a (C5)sure sign of In(D)telligent Design? (G)Some say it´s all (Em)good, but let us see - (C)Will it still be (C5)good on (D)closer scrutiny? Maybe (C)yes, maybe no, and (D7)here we go: The (G)northern gannet tries to (Em)land, but can it? It (C)tries, but it (C5)can´t, somer(D)saults across the land And (C)lands with a thud (D)right there in the mud. And the (G)same is true for the (Em)foolish guillemot, It (C)also tries to (C5)land, it (D)also can not. There´s (C)something wrong with their (D)landing gear, In(Em)telligent Design? A mis(B7)take was made, I (hold)fear! Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, for you a (Em)million years pass by in the (Am)wink of an eye, Are you (D7)happy when you look down from your (Gj7)home up in the sky? A single (Em)week for the earth may just (Am)not have been enough, For (C)some of us down here life (D)can be kind of tough. (G)Migraine, diarrhoea, cancer, (Em)heart attacks and strokes, (C)Hitler, Bín (C5)Laden, sad-assed (D)Assad and those folks From the (G)very, very shallow end (Em)of the gene pool, Bachmann ((C)Michelle and (C5)Lutz) and the (D)Donald, what a fool! The (C)Mafia, the Klan, (D)the Islamic State, Would you (Em)wake up and do (Am)something be(C)fore it´s way too (D)late? - Instrumental, eight bars, like the ‘Intelligent design, Intelligent Design’ section - (G)Droughts and famine, tsu(Em)namis and earthquakes, Are (C)you the (C5)one who de(D)cides when the earth shakes? (G)Warlords, child soldiers, (Em)drugs and greed and rape, This (C)world sure (C5)is in a (D)sad and sorry shape. And there´s at (Em)least one more thing that didn´t turn out all that well: A bloody (B7)root canal treatment still (hold)hurts (B7)(hold)like (B7)(hold)hell! Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, for you a (Em)million years pass by in the (Am)wink of an eye, Are you (D7)happy when you look down from your (Gj7)home up in the sky? Can you still (Em)gaze at the world and (Am)say, “It is good”? If you (D7)see what I see, don´t you (Gj7)think you could Agree the (Em)mission´s not accomplished? Back (Am)to the drawing board, (C)Intelligent Design #(D7)2, please, oh (G)Lord. …And I say to myself, (C)‘It´s an (D7)imperfect (G)world.’ Intelligent De(E7)sign, In(A7)telligent De(D7/4)sign, In(Bm7)telligent De(Em7)sign could be so (Am7)mighty, mighty (D7)fine… (Gj7) (E7) (A7) (D7/4) And (Bm7)please don´t (Em7)take Sunday (Am7)off, (D7) this (G)time. Jan Hauenstein, PortoPetro, Mallorca, Spain, last week of October 2015

Wings Josh Ritter Capo 2nd fret (Am) At night we crossed the border, following a Black robe To the (Em)edge of the reservation, to Cataldo Mission, Where the (Am)saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts. What (Em)makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to (F)rain. (Am) I stole a mule from Anthony, I helped Anne up upon it, And we (Em)rode to Coeur d'Alene, past Harrison and Wallace. They were (Am)blasting out the tunnels, making way for the light of learning. When (Em)Jesus comes a-calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a (F)train. Yea-ea(Am)ea. It's my (F)home, last night I dreamt that I grew (C)wings, I found a (G)place where they could hear me when I (Am)sing. We floated on to Hanford in a lumber boat up river, Past the (Em)fisheries and the milltowns, like a stretch of future graveyards. She was (Am)driven to distraction, said, I wonder what will happen When they (Em)find out they're mistaken, the land is too changed to ever (F)change. (Am) We waded through the marketplace, someone's ship had come in, There was (Em)silver and begonias, dynamite and cattle, There were (Am)hearts as big as apples, and apples in the shape of Mary's (Em)heart. I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so (F)plain. Yea-ea(Am)ea. It's my (F)home, last night I dreamt that I grew (C)wings, I found a (G)place where they could hear me when I (Am)sing. (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) And (Am)so they came with cameras, breaking through the morning mist, (Em)Press and businessmen, tycoons, Episcopal philanthropists, Lost(Am) in their appraisal of the body of a woman, But (Em)all we saw were lowlands, clouds clung to mountains without (F)strings. (Am) At last we saw some people, at last we saw some people… At last we saw some people, huddled up against The (Em)rain that was descending, like railroad spikes and hammers, They were (Am)headed for the border, walking and then running, And then they were (Em)gone into the fog, but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw (F)wings. (E) © Josh Ritter, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de

Tim Is Alive Jan Hauenstein (C) (F) (C) (G) (C)“Tim is dead”, the (F)doctor said In (C)nineteen ninety-(G)seven, (Am)“Bound for hell or (Em)bound for heaven.” (F)690 grams, a (G)late abortion, After (C)25 weeks in his (G)mother´s womb. (Am)Down´s syndrome, a (Em)hard decision. They (F)laid him down in the del(G)ivery room, And they (C)knew he would be dead so (G)very, very (C)soon. (F) (C) (G) (C)Nine long hours, (F)all through the night, (C)Tim fought his battle with (G)Old Man Death, (Am)Can you imagine the (Em)tiny baby´s fright, (F)Can you hear him cry, hear him (G)sob with each breath? A (C)fighter, a survivor, a (G)nurse looked down and said, (Am)“Good God Almighty! The (Em)boy is still not dead, (C)Good God Almighty! The (G)boy is still not (C)dead!” (F) (G) (F)Tim has Down, but (C)Tim is up, (G)Took a big long sip from (C)life´s sweet loving cup. (F)Tim has the sweetest, the (C)clearest (C/B)blue (Am)eyes, (F)Bluer than the ocean, (G)bluer than blue skies, Tim (C)loves his foster parents and (G)they love him, (C)Life, be good, you (G)owe it to (C)Tim! (F) (C) (G) (C)Then in ER, though the (F)docs did all they could, (C)Soon everybody knew (G)that boy never would (Am)Lead a normal life, (Em)speak and run, But he could (F)laugh and love and (G)smile like the sun. (C)Bernhard and Simone took (G)one look at the child, And the (Am)little boy looked (Em)back, And he (F)smiled, (G)oh how he (C)smiled! (F) (G) (F)Tim has Down, but (C)Tim is up, (G)Took a big long sip from (C)life´s sweet loving cup. (F)Tim has the sweetest, the (C)clearest (C/B)blue (Am)eyes, (F)Bluer than the ocean, (G)bluer than blue skies, Tim (C)loves his foster parents and (G)they love him, (C)Life, be good, you (G)owe it to (C)Tim! (F) (C) (G) (E7)Was an uphill battle for (Am)all these years, (F)How they had to fight for the (G)boy´s sweet smile! (E7)Surgery upon surgery, all the (Am)fears and all the tears, And (F)then that smile always (G)makes it all worth(C)while. (F) (C) (G) (C)Tim is not wise, he (F)can not jump sky high, But he (C)fought for his life when they (G)said that he would die. Don´t (Am)blame the natural parents, (Em)don´t blame anyone, Just (F)celebrate life and a (G)boy´s will to survive, (C)Think of a little (G)one Who (Am)came from the darkness to (Em)live in the sun, Who (F)came from the darkness to (G)live in the (C)sun. (F) (G) (F)Tim has Down, but (C)Tim is up, (G)Took a big long sip from (C)life´s sweet loving cup. (F)Took a big long sip (C) (Am) from (F)life´s sweet (G)loving (C)cup! (F) (G) (C) janhauenstein@gmx.de Lyrics mid-February and 02 March 2016, Goettingen, Music 23 March Schoorl, The Netherland

Blues Run The Game Jackson C. Frank (G) (C) (G) (C) (G) Catch a boat to (C)England, (G)baby, Maybe to (C)Spain. (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, (G) Wherever I've (C)been and (G)gone, (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, The (D)blues (C)run the (G)game. (D) (D7) (G) Send out for (C)whiskey, (G)baby, Send out for (C)gin. (G) Me and room (C)service, (G)baby, (G) Me and room (C)service, (G)honey, (G) Me and room (C)service, (G)girl, We're (D)living a (C)life of (G)sin. (D) (D7) (G) When I'm not (C)drinking, (G)baby, You are on my (C)mind. (G) When I'm not (C)sleeping, (G)baby, (G) When I'm not (C)sleeping, (G)honey, (G) When I'm not (C)sleeping, (G)girl, You (D)know you´re going to (C)find me (G)crying. (F) (C) (G) (F) (C) (G) (C) (D) (D7) (G) Living is a (C)gamble, (G)baby, Loving's much the (C)same. (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, (G) Wherever I've (C)thrown those (G)dice, (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)played, The (D)blues (C)run the (G)game. (D) (D7) (G) Try another (C)city, (G)baby, Try another (C)town. (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, (G) Wherever I've (C)been and (G)gone, (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, The (D)blues (C)followed me (G)down. (D) (D7) (G) Maybe to(C)morrow, (G)darlin´, Somewhere down the (C)line, (G)I'll wake up (C)older, (G)baby now, (G) On somebody´s (C)shoulder, (G)darlin´, (G) I'll wake up (C)older, (G)baby´, And (D)maybe stop (C)all of my (G)trying. (F) (C) (G) (F) (C) (G) (C) (D) (D7) (G) Catch a boat to (C)England, (G)baby, Maybe to (C)Spain. (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone (G) Wherever I've (C)been and (G)gone, (G) Wherever (C)I have (G)gone, The (D)blues were (C)all the (G)same. (D) (D7) (G) © Jackson C. Frank, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de

Macchu Picchu Big Shoe Circus Jan Hauenstein (G) (F#) (C) (D7) (G)Macchu Pichu (F#)big shoe circus, (C)You ought to see where (D7)Mr. Quirk is, (C7)Hiding underneath the (D7)big top with his greens and (Em7)blues. (C7) (D7) (G)Big shoe, big top, (F#)small rat, top hat, He (C)never ever knew where it´s (D7)really, really at, On (C7)top of the big top (D7) with his green circus (Em7)shoes. (C7) (D7) (G)Taj Mahal, Ma(F#)halia Jackson, (C)Jackson´s son lost (D7)by a fraction, Jackson´s (C7)father, he would rather be a (D7)mother than old Jack´s (Em7)son. (C7) (D7) (G)Fatherland, mother (F#)land in the sand With your (C)sister and your brother, but (D7)don´t you smother The (C7)small rat with the top hat, (D7) although it might be (Em7)fun. (C7) (D7) (C7)Isn´t that (B7)where it´s at for the (Em7)sinner and the (Am7)saint? (D7) (C7)It is not? (B7)I forgot. I re(Em7)member now, it (Am7)ain´t. (D7) (G) (F#) (C) (D7) (C) (D7) (G)Eiffel Tower (F#)flower power, (C)Funky junk, so (D7)long gone sour, (C7)Flowerpot incense, (D7)no sense, wide pants, (Em7)burning Madras (C7)shirt. (D7) (G)Flunkies, junkies, (F#)monkeys, Moonies Have (C)all but forgotten (D7)where the moon is, (C7)Too far away (D7)from today, smoking (Em7)roaches in the (C7)dirt. (D7) (G)Tiananmen Square, (F#)so many men there, (C)Blow no fanfare (D7)for the tanks there, (C7)Big scary beast (D7)bared its fangs there (Em7)for the final (C7)kiss. (D7) (G)IS is (F#)full of piss, (C)Is this just a scare? (D7)Anyway, beware, Happens (C)here and there and (D7)everywhere. When you (C7)aim for the sky, (D7)draw right nigh, or (Em7)you´ll be sure to (C7)miss. (D7) (C7)Isn´t that (B7)where it´s at for the (Em7)saint and for the (Am7)sinner? (D7) (C7)It is not? (B7)I forgot. I re(Em7)member now, I´ve (Am7)been there.(D7) (C7)Isn´t that (B7)where it´s at for the (Em7)sinner and the (Am7)saint? (D7) (C7)It is not? (B7)I forgot. I re(Em7)member now, it (Am7)ain´t. (D7) (G) (F#) (C) (D7) (C) (D7) (G) (F#) (C) (D7) (C) (D7) (G) (F#) (C) (D7) (C) (D7) (C) (D7) (G) Words 25 March, Music 26 March 2016, Schoorl, The Netherlands janhauenstein@gmx.de

I Come And Stand At Every Door Nâzim Hikmet Ran/Jeanette Turner/Scottish Traditional - Instrumental verse - I (G)come and (F)stand at (F/D)every (G)door, But none can (F)hear my (F/D)silent (G)tread. (C) I knock and (G)yet re(F)main un(G)seen, (Am) For I am (Em)dead, for (F)I am (G)dead. I'm only (F)seven, (F/D) although I (G)died In Hiro(F)shima, (F/D) long a(G)go. (C) I'm seven (G)now, as (F)I was (G)then, (Am) When children (Em)die, they (F)do not (G)grow. My hair was (F)scorched by (F/D)swirling (G)flame, My eyes grew (F)dim, my (F/D)eyes grew (G)blind. (C) Death came and (G)turned my (F)bones to (G)dust, (Am) And that was (Em)scattered (F)by the (G)wind. - Instrumental verse - I need no (F)fruit, I (F/D)need no (G)rice, I need no (F)sweets, nor (F/D)even (G)bread. (C) I ask for (G)nothing (F)for my(G)self, (Am) For I am (Em)dead, for (F)I am (G)dead. All that I (F)ask is (F/D)that for (G)peace You work to(F)day, you (F/D)work to(G)day (C) So that the (G)children (F)of this (G)world May (Am)live and (Em)grow, and (F)laugh and (G)play. © Turkish poet Nâzim Hikmet Ran (1902-1963), Jeanette Turner. The lyrics are Jeanette Turner´s loose translation of Nâzim Hikmet Ran´s famous poem ‘Kız Çocuğu’ (The Dead Little Girl). The melody is the traditional song ‘The Great Silkie Of Sule Skerry’. The way I play it, partly The Byrds´ version, partly Anne Hills´. janhauenstein@gmx.de

Evolution Words Brad DeLong/Music Jan Hauenstein (G) (Em) (C) (D7) (G) (Bb) (C) (D7) (G)Some say evolution is a (Em)miracle; (C) others: (D7)bunk. (G)Some say all those (Bb)fossils are (C)not just limestone (D7)junk. (B7)Some say the apes and (E7)us (A7)come from common (C7)genes, But if (B7)apes could speak, they’d (E7)call that (A7)just a pile of (C7)be(D7)ans; (G)Look how humans (Em)kill for God and (C)send their kids to (D7)war, And (G)work their fingers (Bb)to the bone, (C)always wanting (D7)more. (B7)Apes don’t do that; (E7)apes are smart; they got (A7)off the evolution (C7)train A million (B7)years ago. But they’ll (E7)still be caught in our (A7)radioactive (C7)ra(D7)in. (G) (Em) (C) (D7) (G) (Bb) (C) (D7) (B7) (E7) (A7) (C7) (B7) (E7) (A7) (C7) (D7) (G)Maybe it’s time to (Em)stop evolving; call a (C)halt to technolo(D7)gy. Give the (G)future instead to (Bb)cooler heads and (C)common sense psy(D7)cholo(G)gy. (B7) (E7) (A7) (C7) (B7) (E7) (A7) (C7) (D7) (G) Words Brad DeLong, Music Jan Hauenstein, Schoorl, The Netherlands, 26 March 2016 janhauenstein@gmx.de

The Cape Guy Clark, Susanna Clark, Jim Janosky (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (C/G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (Am) (G) (F) (C/E) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (hold) (C)Eight years (C/B)old with a (Am)flour sack (Am/G)cape Tied (F)all a(G)round (G/B)his (C)neck,(C/G) (C)He climbed (C/B)up on (Am)the ga(Am/G)rage, He´s (F)figurin’ what the (G)heck. (C)Screwed his (C/B)courage (Am)up so (Am/G)tight That the (F)whole thing (G)come (G/B)un(C)wound,(C/G) He got a (C)runnin’ (C/B)start and (Am)bless his (Am/G)heart, He (F)headed (G)for (G/B)the (C)ground. Well, he’s (Am)one of those who (G)know that life Is (F)just a leap of (C)faith,(C/G) (C)Spread your (C/B)arms and (Am)hold your (Am/G)breath, And (F)always (G)trust (G/B)your (C)cape. (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (C/G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) Now he´s all grown (C/B)up with a (Am)flour sack (Am/G)cape Tied (F)all a(G)round (G/B)his (C)dreams,(C/G) And he’s (C)full of (C/B)piss and (Am)vine(Am/G)gar, And he’s (F)bustin’ at the (G)seams. So he (C)licked his (C/B)finger and (Am)checked the (Am/G)wind, It’s (F)gonna be do or (G)die, (C)He wasn’t (C/B)scared of (Am)nothin’, (Am/G)boys, He was (F)pretty sure (G)he (G/B)could (C)fly. Well, he’s (Am)one of those who (G)know that life Is (F)just a leap of (C)faith,(C/G) (C)Spread your (C/B)arms and (Am)hold your (Am/G)breath, And (F)always (G)trust (G/B)your (C)cape. (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (C/G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (Am) (G) (F) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (C) Now he´s old and (C/B)grey with a (Am)flour sack (Am/G)cape Tied (F)all a(G)round (G/B)his (C)head,(C/G) (C)He’s still (C/B)jumpin’ (Am)off the ga(Am/G)rage, And (F)will be till he’s (G)dead. (C)All these (C/B)years the (Am)people (Am/G)said, ”He’s (F)actin’ (G)like (G/B)a (C)kid.”(C/G) He (C)did not (C/B)know he (Am)could not (Am/G)fly, (F) (G)So he (C)did. Well, he’s (Am)one of those who (G)know that life Is (F)just a leap of (C)faith,(C/G) (C)Spread your (C/B)arms and (Am)hold your (Am/G)breath, And (F)always (G)trust (G/B)your (C)cape. Yeah, he’s (Am)one of those who (G)know that life Is (F)just a leap of (C)faith,(C/G) (C)Spread your (C/B)arms and (Am)hold your (Am/G)breath, And (F)always (G)trust (G/B)your (C)cape.(hold) (C)Spread your (C/B)arms and (Am)hold your (Am/G)breath, And (F)always (G)trust your (C)cape.(hold) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (C/G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) (C/G) (C) (C/B) (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)(G/B) (C) © Guy Clark, Susanna Clark, Jim Janosky, All Rights Reserved I play it in D or C with capo on the 2nd fret, usually with a shorter intro. janhauenstein@gmx.de

This Love Will Carry Dougie MacLean Capo 2nd fret (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7)(hold) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7)(hold) It's a (G) thin (D/F#)line that (Em)leads (Em7)us And (C)keeps us (Cadd9)all from (Bm7)shame, And (Em)dark (D)clouds quickly (Em)ga(D)ther A(C)long the (Cadd9)way we (D)came. (G) There's fear (D/F#)out on the (Em)mountain,(Em7) (C)Danger out (Cadd9) on the (Bm7)plain, There's (Em)heart(D)ache and (Em)heart(D)break In the (C)shadow (Cadd9) of the (D)flame.(hold) (G) This (D/F#)love shall (Em)carry,(Em7) (G)this love (D/F#)shall carry (C)you, (Em)I (D)believe this (Em)love will (D) carry (C)you. (Cadd9)(hold) (G) The strongest (D/F#)web will (Em)tangle,(Em7) (C) The sweetest (Cadd9)bloom will (Bm7)fall, And (Em)somewhere(D) in the (Em)dis(D)tance, You will (C)try and (Cadd9)catch it (D)all. (G) Success la(D/F#)sts for a (Em)moment(Em7) And (C)failure's (Cadd9) always (Bm7)near, And you (Em)look down(D) at your (Em)blistered (D)hands At the (C)turning(Cadd9) of each (D)year.(hold) (G) This (D/F#)love shall (Em)carry,(Em7) (G)this love (D/F#)shall carry (C)you, (Em)I (D)believe this (Em)love will (D) carry (C)you. (Cadd9) (G) This (D/F#)love shall (Em)carry,(Em7) (G)this love shall (D/F#)carry (C)you, (Em)I (D)believe this (Em)love will (D) carry (Cj7)you. (Cadd9) (hold) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7)(hold) (G) These (D/F#)days are (Em)golden,(Em7) They (C)must not (Cadd9) waste a(Bm7)way, For your (Em)time is (D)like that (Em)flo(D)wer, And one (C)day it (Cadd9)will de(D)cay. (G) And though by (D/F#)storms (Em)you're weakened,(Em7) (C) Uncertain(Cadd9)ty is (Bm7)sure, (Em) Like the (D)coming (Em)of the (D)dawn, It's (C)yours for(Cadd9)ever(D)more.(hold) (G) This (D/F#)love shall (Em)carry,(Em7) (G)this love (D/F#)shall carry (C)you, (Em)I (D)believe this (Em)love will (D) carry (C)you. (Cadd9) (G) This (D/F#)love shall (Em)carry,(Em7) (G)this love shall (D/F#)carry (C)you, (Em)I (D)believe this (Em)love will (D) carry (Cj7)you. (Cadd9) (hold) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) (D/F#) (Em) (Em7) (G) © Dougie MacLean, All Rights Reserved The way I play it, mostly Solas´ version with some changes in the arrangement. Cadd9: C with D-note on B-string added. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

The Emperor Is Naked Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Em) (F) (G) (Am) (Em) (C) (D) (G) Your mind is so (D)ugly, I (Em)marvel (D)at the (Em)hollow (C)empty (Em)spaces. No (Fj7)brain, no heart, no soul and yet you (G)speak.(D) And your (G)face turns so red, so (D)very very red, And (Em)when you (D)scream so (Em)loud,(C) your (Em)face is A (Fj7)big balloon, so swollen, So purple, sweating, and so wondrous (G)fair, The (B7)echo´s rolling thunder rends the (Em)air. (Bb6) (Em) (Bb6) I (Am)often wonder (Em)will it burst When you (Am)put down humans Be(F)cause of their gender or the (Em)color of their skin, When you (Am)slake your listeners´ (Em)burning thirst For (Am)racial slurs and (F)for their craving To feel (Em)better than they are. My (G)country great, my (Am)country first, And the (F)fat-faced beer bellies (G)roll off to the (Am)bar. (Em) (F) (G) (Am) (Em) (C) (D) (G) Your mind is so (D)beautiful For the (Em)ugly-(D)hearted, the (Em)losers, the (C)weepers(Em) Whose (Fj7)lives have never started, Who are (G)lost in a dream Of what (D)never has been, For the (Em)would-b(C)es who (Em)never will be As (Fj7)great as the dream that they (G)barely can see, The (B7)ones who have no compassion, no (Em)empathy. (Bb6) (Em) (Bb6) I (Am)often wonder (Em)how their minds feel When you (Am)try to make sense, and it´s so (F)hard for you to do, When you (Em)wriggle like an eel that (F)feels the evil steel Of (G)hook, line and sinker of (Am)simple common sense, And you (F)always jump that fence That di(G)vides the good and the (Am)bad, and you (Em)always screw The (F)ones so content with your (Em)all-too-easy answers. No (B7)brain, no heart, no soul, so they follow (Em)you. (Am) (Em) (F) (G) (Am) (Em) (C) (D) (G) Your mind is so (D)ugly, I (Em)marvel (D)at the (Em)stupid (C)things you (Em)say, And I (Fj7)often wonder how you deal With the (G)venom in your heart and the (D)poison in your soul, Your (Em)lack of (C)feeling for (Em)what is real, Your (Fj7)failure to see how (G)desperate lives can be. When you (Em)look in the mirror, (C)can you see The (D)roaring bully´s inse(Em)curity? The (B7)emperor is naked to(Em)day. (Bb6) (Em) (Bb6) (Em) (Em9) (Em) Words 04 June, Music 15 June 2016 Goettingen, Germany janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Blue Wing Tom Russell (C) He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder, Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don't (Dm)know, But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska, The (G)salmon boats and 45 be(C)low. He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla, Where his cellmate there was a Little Willy (Dm)John, And Willie, he was once a great blues singer, And (G)winging Willie wrote him up a (C)song. They said it's dark in here, can't see the (F)sky, But I (C)look at this blue wing and I close my (G)eyes. Yeah, I´ll fly a(C)way, beyond these (F)walls, Up above the (C)clouds, where the rain don't (G)fall On a poor man's (Am)dreams. (G) (C) Well, they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963, And he moved on, picking apples, to the (Dm)town of Wenatchee. And winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park, On the (G)south side of Seattle where the (C)days grow gray and dark. And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still ran free And his father's fathers crossed that wide old (Dm)Bering Sea, And the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs yet to sing, Now it's (G)narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a (C)tattooed prison wing. He said it's dark in here, can't see the (F)sky, But I (C)look at this blue wing and I close my (G)eyes. And then I´ll fly a(C)way, beyond these (F)walls, Up above the (C)clouds, where the rain don't (G)fall On a poor man's (Am)dreams. (G) (Am) (G) (C) Well, he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died, But no one knew his Christian name, and there was (Dm)no one there who cried, But I dreamt there was a service, a preacher and an old pine box, And (G)halfway through the sermon, you know, Blue (C)Wing began to talk. He said, “It's dark in here, can't see the (F)sky, But I (C)look at this blue wing and I close my (G)eyes. And then I´ll fly a(C)way, beyond these (F)walls, Up above the (C)clouds, where the rain don't (G)fall On a poor man's (Am)dreams, yeah-(G)hey, On a poor man's (Am)dreams, yeah-(G)hey, On a poor man's (C)dreams.” © Tom Russell, All Rights Reserved This is the live version. I capo up 2nd or 3rd fret. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

An Old King Jan Hauenstein (Am) (Bb) (Am) (E) An (Am)old king, (Bb)sitting at his desk, Wonders (Am)why nobody noticed his (E)kingliness. He (Am)thought he took a kingly stance, he (Bb)did the best he could, Now his (Am)hair is gray and his (E)hands are woo(E7)d. An (Am)old messiah, (Bb)sitting in a tree, Sobs and (Am)wonders, ‘Why is this (E)happening to me?’ He (Am)thought he believed in the (Bb)meek and the mild, Now his (Am)jeans are torn and his (E)eyes are wil(E7)d. (Fj7)Try to make a difference, (Cj7)give it all you´ve got, (E)Folks will not (E7)notice, more (Am)often than not. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (Am) (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) An (Am)old philosopher, (Bb)sitting on a stone, Wonders (Am)why nobody ever (E)gifted him a throne. He (Am)thought he thought the deep thoughts, (Bb)solved every riddle, Now his (Am)mind is blind and (E)split right down the midd(E7)le. - Instrumental verse - (Fj7)Try to make a difference, (Cj7)give it your best shot, (E)Folks will not (E7)notice, more (Am)often than not. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Folks will not notice. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) An (Am)old songwriter, (Bb)sitting on a stool, Wonders (Am)why everybody (E)took him for a fool. He (Am)thought he rhymed and sang so well, he (Bb)roared and he swore, Now his (Am)heart is lead and his (E)throat is sor(E7)e. (Fj7)Try to make a difference, (Cj7)give it all you´ve got, (E)Folks will not (E7)notice, more (Am)often than not. (Bb) (Am) (E) (Fj7)Try to make a difference, (Cj7)give it your best shot, (E)Folks will not (E7)notice, more (Am)often than not. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (Am)Folks will not notice,(Am/G) (Fj7) (G) More (Am)often than not. (Am/G) (Fj7) (G) (Am) Words 09 May 20016, Music 10 May 2016, Goettingen janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Wrote this song while grading final exam papers, so here goes: An old teacher, ripping out bushels of his hair, Wails and cries and weeps in the deepest dark despair. He thought he taught them well, made them learn the golden rules, Now he grades the papers, sees he did not reach the fools.

Boonas Want To Go Home Jez Lowe (G) (C) (D) (G) (C) (D) (G) (Fj7) (C) (G) (Fj7) (C) (G) (flageolet G, 12th fret)(hold) (G)Family man, well, he (Fj7)wake up in England, (C) His children listen him (G)pray, Mighty Lord, shine down your (Fj7)sun on this island, (C) Make the rain go a(G)way. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. (Fj7) (C) (G) (flageolet G, 12th fret)(hold) (G)Here in a world of re(Fj7)ligions and races, First (C)black skin this town ever (G)seen, They watch us with eyes that see (Fj7)only coal faces, (C) Can't your ma wash you (G)clean? Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. (Fj7) (C) (G) (flageolet G-note, 12th fret)(hold) (G)Store-keeper sang me a (Fj7)Co-op calypso, (C) Ain't this a mighty fine (G)land, He talk to me in that (Fj7)Geordie-man lingo, (C) Slang-jive I can't under(G)stand. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. (G7) Missing the (C)tang on the tongue Of them (Am7)oranges hung on green (G)hillside,(G7) Lord can't you (C)tell my why You paint a (A7)clean blue sky mucky (D)grey?(D7) (G) (Fj7) (C) (G) (Fj7) (C) (G) (flageolet G, 12th fret)(hold) (G)Family man thank the (Fj7)Lord for good money, (C) He slowly get off his (G)knees, He feed his children on the (Fj7)milk and the honey, (C) And face a North England (G)freeze. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. Oh it's (C)so (Am)long, the (G)lip of the Jamaican (Em)sun kiss them, (C) Boonas (D)want to go (G)home. (Fj7) (C) (G) (flageolet G, 12th fret)(hold) © Jez Lowe, Lowe Life Music, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

It´s Happening To You John Prine & John Burns (G)(hold) Well, it's the (G)same old song, (C)Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they (G) carry on. They (C)close their eyes and kiss until the (G) world is gone, Oh yes, it's (D)true, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you. (C) (D) (G) You know what they say, They (C)pledge their love forever, then they (G) add a day. They (C)hold their hands so tight in the fear that (G) one might stray. Oh yes, it's (D)true, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you, (C) It´s happe(D)ning to (G)you. (C) I loved her, (G) she loved me, too. (C) We had a lot of love, (G) now it's all (D)through. (G)And, for a while, Their (C)hearts beat one as they match each other (G) smile for smile. They (C)dance away the night as they praise the (G) other´s style. Oh yes, it's (D)true, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you, (C) It´s happe(D)ning to (G)you. (C) I loved her, (G) she loved me, too. (C) We had a lot of love, (G) now it's all (D)through. Well, it's the (G)same old song, (C)Boy meets girl and girl meets boy, they (G) carry on. They (C)close their eyes and kiss until the (G) world is gone, Oh yes, it's (D)true, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you, (C) It's happe(D)ning to (G)you. © John Prine & John Burns, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Two Jamies Jan Hauenstein (D4) (D)“Hey (G)man, are you o(Bm)kay?” (C)Jamie asks the (G)man, “Is there (C)anything I (G)can (Cj7)do for (D)you?”(D2) (D) In (G)Dublin, Ha´penny (Bm)Bridge, a (C)man sits on the (G)parapet, Mid-(C)thirties, shivering, (G)crying, on (Cj7)this warm summer´s (D)day, And (Em)thousands pass him (B7)by, can´t (Em)find a reason (B7)why They should (Em)not just walk (C)on by, (Cj7)faces turned a(D)way.(D4) (D) (G)Jamie comes from (Bm)Ballymun, (C)wrong side of the (G)tracks, Two (C)years ago, at (G)age fourteen, (Cj7)he dropped out of (D)school. (Em)Buildings die in (B7)Ballymun, wind (Em)whistling through the (B7)cracks, But “You (Em)help your neighbous (C)here,” says Jamie, (Cj7) “That´s our (D)rule.”(D4) (D) “Hey (G)man, are you o(Bm)kay?” (C)Jamie asks the (G)man, “Is there (C)anything I (G)can (Cj7)do for (D)you?”(D2) (D) (G)Jamie, boy from (Bm)Ballymun, two (C)brothers and his (G)mother, (C)Has no plans, no (G)worries, he´s (Cj7)living for the (D)day. (Em)Jamie never (B7)talks about the (Em)man who is his (B7)father, (Em)Hangs out with his (C)gang of friends and (Cj7)whiles the hours a(D)way.(D4) (D) (G)Jamie wants some (Bm)Gatorade, (C)has to cross the (G)Liffey, (C)Walks ´cross the (G)bridge and (Cj7)sees the shaking (D)man. Sure, (Em)he has told his (B7)friends he´d (Em)be back in a (B7)jiffy, (Em)Talk to the man?(C) He (Cj7)wonders if he (D)can.(D4) (D) “Hey (G)man, are you o(Bm)kay?” (C)Jamie asks the (G)man, “Is there (C)anything I (G)can (Cj7)do for (D)you?”(D2) (D) The (G)man turns ´round, says (Bm)not a word, his (C)eyes are red with (G)tears. “Let´s (C)talk,” says Jamie (G)to the man, “Sit (Cj7)down right next to (D)me.” And (Em)after a while the (B7)man calms down, tells (Em)Jamie of his (B7)fears. (Em)“Too little future, (C)too much past, I think I (Cj7)can´t go on, you (D)see?”(D4) (D) Jamie (G)nods his head and (Bm)listens, listens (C)well for quite a (G)while. They (C)exchange phone numbers. (G)Jamie calls an ambulance. (Cj7) Then it is bye, (D)bye. A(Em)bout a year later, (B7)Jamie´s phone rings. 'Let´s (Em)meet in a ca(B7)fé.” “My (Em)girlfriend´s pregnant. (C)It´s a boy. We´ll (Cj7)call him Jamie, is (D)that okay?”(D4) (D) “Hey (G)man, are you o(Bm)kay?” (C)Jamie asked the (G)man, “Is there (C)anything I (G)can (Cj7)do for (D)you?”(D2) (D) This (C)song´s for Jamie (D)Harrington, a (G)proper (G/F#)little (Em)gent, Who (C)knows that time spent (G)listening (C)often (D7)is well (G)spent. (Bm) (C) (G) (C) (D7) (G) (C) (G) Words 27 and 28 March 2016, Music 28 March, Schoorl, The Netherlands janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Same Girl Randy Newman (Am) (C/A) (Bb/A) (E7/B) (Am) (C/A) (Bb/A) (E7/B) You're (Am)still (E7/B)the (C)same (Bb/A)girl You (Em7)al(G5)ways (A4)were, (Am) You're still (E7/B)the (C)same (Bb/A)girl You (Em7)al(G5)ways (A4)were. (Am) A (Fj7)few (F)more (Dm6)nights On the (Em7)street, (G6)that's (Am)all, A (Fj7)few (F)more (Dm6)holes In your (E7/4/B)arm. A (Fj7)few (F)more (Dm6)years With (Em7)me. (G6) (Am) (Fj7) (F) (Dm6) (E7/4/B) You're (Am)still (E7/B)the (C)same (Bb/A)girl. (Em7) (G5) (A4) (Am) With the (Fj7)same (F)sweet (Dm6)smile That you (Em7)al(G6)ways (Am)had, And the (Fj7)same (F)blue (Dm6)eyes Like the (E7/4/B)sun, And the (Fj7)same (F)clear (Dm6)voice That I (Em7)al(G6)ways…(Am) (Fj7) (F) (Dm6) (E7/4/B) You're (Am)still (E7/B)the (C)same (Bb/A)girl (Em7)That (G5)I (A4)love. (Am) © Randy Newman, All Rights Reserved Arranged and adapted by Jan Hauenstein janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

Ten Men David Mallett Capo 2nd fret (Am) Ten men in black hats got together one night, Time to get the whole damn thing while the getting´s right. (Dm) Ten men in the black hats in a shack on the edge of (Am)town, You might think I´m (Dm)crazy, but that´s (F)where the deal went (Am)down. Ten men with big hands and eyes full of blood, They had the steel to make that deal in the drizzle and the mud. (Dm) The air smells like kerosene, there was a shotgun standing (Am)by, The only light in the (Dm)whole damn room was the (F)gleam in the ten men´s (Am)eyes. Ten men in the black hats on a cold, cold night, Ten black cars sat idling in the glow of the red tail lights. (Dm) Ten men with the black hearts cutting up the (Am)spoils, The wind howled in the (Dm)tall tree, there was a (F)pot begin to (Am)boil. One man got the silver, one got the gold, One said, “I don´t want nothing, I just don´t ever want to grow old.” (Dm) One man got the water, they said he got it every(Am)where, One man said, “I get (Dm)all them messages (F)people send out through the (Am)air.” They divvied up the green grass, they divvied up the soil. One got all the iron ore and one got all the oil. (Dm) One said, “I get the people, they all work for (Am)me.” Another, his little (Dm)brother, said, “I get (F)all the fishes in the (Am)sea.” (F) (Am) Ten men in black hats with faces cold and hard, Said, “This is good for everyone, somebody got to take charge.” (Dm) And then they all lit their stogies and tipped back in their (Am)chairs, Ten men in (Dm)black hats, are you (F)sure you weren´t (Am)there? - Instrumental, four verses - (only two in my version) © David Mallett, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

New Year's Day In South Station Words Brad DeLong/Music Jan Hauenstein Capo 2nd fret (C) (C/B) (Am) (Fj7) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (Fj7)(hold) (G)(hold) (C) It's mid-after(G/B)noon. We're (Am)waiting for the (F)train That (C)brings someone to (F)share our New Year's (G)Day. This (C)morning there was (G/B)snow, then rain, But (Am)now the winter (F)sun, (C)Filtered and dif(F)fused through the grimy (G)pane Of the station's (Am)west façade, Trans(F)forms the gloomy (C)lobby in(F)to a gold ar(G)(hold)cade, A gold ar(C)ca(Em7/B)de. (Am) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (G) My (C)brother stands a(G/B)gainst the light, And (Am)at his feet his (F)tiny son (C)Toddles after a (F)pigeon, bobbing on the (G)run Across the (C)marble floor.(Em7/B) (Am) (Fj7) (G) The (C)bird, no thought of (G/B)flight, Has (Am)purpose on the (F)ground, And (C)strutting leads the (F)boy, Who squeals a joyful (G)sound. The (Em)father strolls while (Am)boy and bird both (F)run, And (Em)as they reach the (Am)golden pane, The (F)three are merged in (C)sudden silhou(G)ette In(Em)to the force (Am)flooding from the (F)glass. I (C)felt the (C/B)Ages (Am)pass. (Fj7) (G) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (Fj7) (G)(hold) (F)I regret I (C)can not draw To (G)sketch for you the (Am)scene I saw, I (F)had no film with me that (G)day Upon (Em)which that small boy to por(Am)tray.(F) (G) Thus (C)from the mirror (Em7/B)of my mind I (Am)will reflect to (F)you The (C)golden glow, the (G/B)strutting bird, The (Am)laughing child not (F)far behind, (C)Reaching to(F)ward the bird to (G)say: The (Em)centuries all (Am)flow in kind; Their (F)pulse is New Year's (G)Day. (C) (C/B) (Am) (F) (C) (Em7/B) (Am) (Fj7) (G)(hold) The (C)wheel will turn, the (G/B)cycle run; A(Am)nother bird will (F)lead another (C)child A little (Em7/B)clos(Am)er (Fj7) To(C)ward the (C/B)Golden (Am)Sun, (Fj7) (G) To(C)ward the (Em7/B)Golden (Am)Sun. (Fj7) (G) (C) (Fj7) (C) (Cj7)(C) Words WB DeLong, early 60s and late 2015, Music Jan Hauenstein, Goettingen, 17 & 18 December 2015 janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com