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by Jan Hauenstein

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1.
Candy Man´s Gone Bruce Cockburn (G) (Em) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (C) (D) (G)Sun (Em)climbs toward high (C)noon, (G)Glints metallic off the (Em)bowl of the spo(C)on, (G)Sliding through the air toward (Em)parted lips, (C) Watch the expression when the (D)straight taste hits. Face (Em)crumples, (D) tongue's quickly with(Am7)drawn, (C) I hate to tell you, but the (D)candy man's go(G)ne. (Em) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (G) Oh, sweet fan(Em)tasia of the safe ho(C)me, (G)Where nobody has to scrape for (Em)honey at the bottom of the (C)comb, (G) Where every actor under(Em)stands the scene, (C) And nobody ever (D)means to be mean. (Em)Catch it in a dream, (D)catch it in a so(Am7)ng, (C) Seek it on the street, you find the (D)candy man's go(G)ne, (Em) (C) I hate to tell you, but the (D)candy man's go(G)ne. (Em) (C) (D) (G) (Em) (C)Dum da da dee dee doo (D)dum, da da da da da (G)Dum, da dum da da, dum(Em) da da da da da (G)dum. In the bar, in the (Em)senate, in the alley, in the (C)study, (G) Pimping dreams of (Em)riches for every(C)body, (G) "Something for nothing, (Em)new lamps for old, And the (C)streets will be platinum, (D)never mind gold." Well, (Em)hey, (D) pass it o(Am7)n, (C) Misplaced your faith and the (D)candy man's go(G)ne, (Em) (C) I hate to tell you, but the (D)candy man's go(G)ne. (Em) (C)Dum da doo doo doo doo (D)dum, Da doo da da doo (G)dum, da dee doo dum (Em)dum, Da doo doo dum (C)dum, da doo doo da doo (D)dum, Da doo da da da (G)dum, da doo doo dum (Em)dum, Da doo doo dum (C)dum, da doo doo da doo (D)dum (hold) (D) (C) (G) © Bruce Cockburn, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Pussywillows, Cat-Tails Gordon Lightfoot (Am) (Am9)(hold) (Am) (Am9)(hold) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) Pussywillows, (G)cat-tails, (F)Soft winds and (Am)roses, Rainpools in the (G)woodland, (F)Water to my (Am)knees. (Am/F)(Am/E) (Dm7) Shivering, (G)quivering, The (C)warm breath of (A)spring. (Am) Pussywillows, (G)cat-tails, (F)Soft winds and (Am)roses. (D2) (Dm) (Am) Catbirds and (G)cornfields, (F)Daydreams to(Am)gether, Riding on the (G)roadside, The (F)dust gets in your (Am)eyes. (Am/F)(Am/E) (Dm7) Reveling, di(G)sheveling, The (C)summer nights can (A)bring. (Am) Pussywillows, (G)cat-tails, (F)Soft winds and (Am)roses. (D2) (Dm) (Am) (D2) (Dm) (Am) (D2) (Dm) (Am)Slanted rays and (G)colored days, (F)Stark blue ho(Am)rizons, Naked limbs and (G)wheat bins, (F)Hazy after(Am)noons. (Am/F)(Am/E) (Dm7) Voicing, re(G)joicing, The (C)wine cups do (A)bring. (Am) Pussywillows, (G)cat-tails, (F)Soft winds and (Am)roses. (D2) (Dm) (Am) Harsh nights and (G)candlelights, (F)Woodfires a-(Am)blazing, Soft lips and (G)fingertips (F)Resting in my (Am)soul. (Am/F)(Am/E) (Dm7) Treasuring, re(G)membering, The (C)promise of (A)spring. (Am) Pussywillows, (G)cat-tails, (F)Soft winds and (Am)roses. (D2) (Dm) (Am) (Am9) © Gordon Lightfoot, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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That's The Way The World Goes Round John Prine (G) (C) (G) (D) (G) (C) (G) (D) (G) I know a guy that's got a lot to lose, He's a (C)pretty nice fella, kinda confused. Got (G)muscles in his head ain't never been used, Thinks he owns half of this (D)town. (G)Starts drinkin' heavy, gets a big red nose, (C)Beats his old lady with a rubber hose Then he (G)takes her out to dinner, buys her new clothes, That's the (D)way that the world goes (G)'round. That's the way that the world goes 'round, You're (C)up one day, the next you're down, It's a (G)half an inch of water, but you think you're gonna drown, That's the way that the (D)world goes (G)'round. (C) (G) (D) (G) (C) (G) (D) (G) I was sittin' in the bathtub, countin' my toes, When the (C)radiator broke, water all froze. I got (G)stuck in the ice, without my clothes, Naked as the eyes of a (D)clown. I was (G)crying ice cubes, hoping I'd croak, When the (C)sun come through the window, the ice all broke. I (G)stood up and laughed; thought it was a joke, That's the (D)way that the world goes (G)'round. That's the way that the world goes 'round, You're (C)up one day, the next you're down, It's a (G)half an inch of water, but you think you're gonna drown, That's the way that the (D)world goes (G)'round. (C) (G) (D) (G) (C) (G) (D) (G) That's the way that the world goes 'round, You're (C)up one day, the next you're down, It's a (G)half an inch of water, and you think you're gonna drown, That's the way that the (D)world goes (G)'round. That's the way that the (D)world goes (G)'round, That's the way that the (D)world......goes (G)'round. (C) (G) (D) (G) © John Prine, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Take This Waltz Leonard Cohen (after a poem by Frederic Garcia Lorca) (arranged by J.H.) (G) Now (F/A)in (G/B)Vi(C)enna, there's ten pretty (Am)women, There's a (C)shoulder where (G6/B)Death comes to (Am)cry. There's a (F)lobby with nine hundred (G)windows, There's a (F)tree where the doves (Em)go (Dm)to (C)die. (E/B) There's a (Am)piece that was (Amj7)torn from the (Am)morning, And it (Dm)hangs in the (A7short/E)Gallery of (Dm)Frost. (C/E) (F)Ay,(hold) (Em)ay, (Dm)ay, (C)ay, Take this (E/G#)waltz, take this (Am)waltz, Take this (D/F#)waltz with the clamp on its (F)jaws. (G) (D7/A) (G/B) (G7) Oh I (C)want you, I (G6/B)want you, I (Am)want you, On a (C)chair with a (G6/B)dead maga(Am)zine, In the (F)cave at the tip of the (G)lily, In some (F)hallway where love's (Em)ne(Dm)ver (C)been. (E/B) On a (Am)bed where the (Amj7)moon has been (Am7)sweating (Am) In a (Dm)cry filled with (A7short/E)footsteps and (Dm)sand, (C/E) (F)Ay,(hold) (Em)ay, (Dm)ay, (C)ay, Take this (E/G#)waltz, take this (A/G)waltz, Take its (Dm/F)broken waist in your (D7/F#)hand. (G/F) (E/G#) (Am) (E/B)(hold) This (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, With its (Dm)very own breath (Dm6)of (Am)brandy (A4)and (Am)Death, (Fm6)Dragging its tail in the (C)sea. (C/G) (G) There's (G7)a (C)concert hall in Vi(Am)enna, Where your (C)mouth had a (G6/B)thousand re(Am)views. There's a (F)bar where the boys have stopped (G)talking, They've been (F)sentenced to death (Em)by (Dm)the (C)blues. (E/B) Ah, but (Am)who is it (Amj7)climbs to your (Am)picture With a (Dm)garland of (A7short/E)freshly cut (Dm)tears? (C/E) (F)Ay,(hold) (Em)ay, (Dm)ay, (C)ay, Take this (E/G#)waltz, take this (Am)waltz, Take this (D/F#)waltz, it's been dying for (F)years. (G) (D7/A) (G/B) (G7) There's (G7/B)an (C)attic where (G6/B)children are (Am)playing, Where I've (C)got to lie (G6/B)down with you (Am)soon, In a (F)dream of Hungarian (G)lanterns, In the (F)mist of some sweet (Em)af(Dm)ter(C)noon. (E/B) And I'll (Am)see what you've (Amj7)chained to your (Am7)sorrow, (Am) All your (Dm)sheep and your (A7short/E)lillies of (Dm)snow. (C/E) (F)Ay,(hold) (Em)ay, (Dm)ay, (C)ay, Take this (E/G#)waltz, take this (A/G)waltz, With its "I'll (Dm/F)never forget you, you (D7/F#)know!" (G/F) (E/G#) (Am) (E/B)(hold) This (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, (A4)this (Am)waltz, With its (Dm)very own breath (Dm6)of (Am)brandy (A4)and (Am)Death, (Fm6)Dragging its tail in the (C)sea. (C/G) (G) And I'll (C)dance with you in Vi(Am)enna, I'll be (C)wearing a (G6/B)river's dis(Am)guise, The (F)hyacinth wild on my (G)shoulder, My (F)mouth on the dew (Em)of (Dm)your (C)thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a (Am)scrapbook, With the (C)photographs (G6/B)there, and the (Am)moss, And I'll (F)yield to the flood of your (G)beauty My (F)cheap violin (Em)and (Dm)my (C)cross. (E/B) And you'll (Am)carry me (Amj7)down on your (Am)dancing To the (Dm)pools that you (A7short/E)lift on your (Dm)wrist. Oh (Em)my (F)love, (Em)oh (Dm)my (C)love, Take this (E/G#)waltz, take this (Am)waltz It's (Dm)yours now, it's all that (Em)there (F)is. (C) (G) (C)La la la, (Am)la la la, (C)la la la,(G6/B) (Am)la la la, (F)La la la, (G)la la la, (F)la la la,(Em) (Dm) (C)la la la. (E/B) (Am)La la la,(Amj7) (Am)la la la, (Dm)la la la,(A7short/E) (Dm)la la la, (F)Ay,(hold) (Em)ay, (Dm)ay, (C)ay…(E/G#) (Am) (D/F#) (F) © Leonard Cohen, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com Amj7 E------------- B--1---------- G--1---------- D----2-------- A-------------- E-------------- Fm6 E--1---------- B--1---------- G--1---------- D------------- A--X--------- E--1----------
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The Bergen 03:38
The Bergen Jez Lowe (G) Sleep, why do you wake me with these (Em)dreams you bring? (C)Dreams came to me where I (Bm)lay. (C)Deep the melody the (D)wild waves (G)sing. (C)My love is (G)far, far a(C)way. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. They (G)heap their nets upon the (Em)decks by the light, (C)Dreams came to me where I (Bm)lay. Then (C)creep out gentle at the (D)dead of (G)night. (C)My love is (G)far, far a(C)way. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. They (G)reap their harvest from a (Em)cold night's sea, (C)Dreams came to me where I (Bm)lay. It (C)leaps with the herring in the (D)hold for (G)me. (C)My love is (G)far, far a(C)way. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. -Instrumental verse- (G)Steep waves ride above his (Em)cold fair head, (C)Dreams came to me where I (Bm)lay. (C)Keep him safe to lie (D)here in my (G)bed. (C)My love is (G)far, far a(C)way. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. It (G)weeps with rain tonight where (Em)my love lies, (C)Dreams came to me where I (Bm)lay. Oh, (C)sweep the foreign sand from (D)out of his (G)eyes. (C)My love is (G)far, far a(C)way. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. Oh, (G)pity the (D)hearts the (G)wild waves (Em)part, My (C)love sails the (G)bonny barque, the (C)Bergen. © Jez Lowe, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Gimme Dat Ding – Albert Hammond & Lee Hazelwood That's right, that's right, I'm sad and blue, Because I can't do the boogaloo. I'm lost, I'm lost, can't do my thing, And that's why I sing the gimme, gimme dat ding, ah... (Am)Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat, (D7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (G7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (F)Gimme, gimme, (G7)gimme dat (C)ding. (Ah, sing it one more time, mama!) (Am)Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat, (D7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (G7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (F)Gimme, gimme, (G7)gimme dat (C)ding. (Well, you ain't doin' that at all-a.) Ah, (Am)what good's a metronome, without a bell for ringing? (You're right, you're right, it's no use, no) (D7)How fast can anybody ever tell he (G7)swingin'? (Ah, you can't tell) (Am)How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar? (When you don't go too far, that´s what you do) (D7)How can you ever hope to know just where you (G)are? (Well, yeah look around you, and…) Gimme dat, (G7)(G7)(hold) ah, gimme dat, (G7)(G7)(hold) Ah, gimme dat, (G7)(hold)gimme dat, (G7)Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...(Ah, gotcha!) (Am)Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat, (D7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (G7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (F)Gimme, gimme, (G7)gimme dat (C)ding. (Am) (D7) (G7) (F) (G7) (C) (Am) (D7) (G7) (F) (G7) (C) Oh, (Am)gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat, (D7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (G7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (F)Gimme, gimme, (G7)gimme dat (C)ding. Ow, (Am)what good's a metronome, without a bell for ringing? (Well, you try and you do your best) (D7) How fast can anybody ever tell he (G7)swingin'? (Oh, you ain't doin' that at all, mama) (Am)How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar? (Well, you see) (D7)How can you ever hope to know just where you (G)are? (Ah, you gimme dat...) Gimme dat, (G7)(G7)(hold) ah, gimme dat, (G7)(G7)(hold) (You wanna make an old man happy?) Ah, gimme dat, (G7)(hold)gimme dat, (Yeah, well, gimme some of that…) (G7)Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme... Oh, (Am)gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat, (D7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (G7)Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat, (F)Gimme, gimme, (G7)gimme dat (C)ding! (That's right!) (G7) (C) © Albert Hammond & Lee Hazlewood, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Clothes Of Sand Nick Drake (D2) (C) (hold) (D2) (C) (hold) (D2) Who has dressed you in (C)strange clothes of (D2)sand, (Bbj7) Who has taken you (A) far from my land? (D2) Who has said that my (C)sayings were (D2)wrong, (Bbj7) And who will (A)say that I (D2)stayed much too long? (Bbj7) Clothes of (C)sand have (D2)covered your face, (Bbj7) Given you meaning, but (A)taken my place, (Bbj7) So make your (C)way on (D2)down (D2/C)to the sea,(D2/B) (Bbj7) Something has (A)taken you (D2)so far from me. (C) (D2) (C) (D2) Does it seem worth now (C)all the colour of (D2)skies (Bbj7) To see the earth through (A)painted eyes, (D2) To look through panes (C)of shaded (D2)glass, (Bbj7) See the (A)stains of (D2)winter's grass? (Bbj7) Clothes of (C)sand have (D2)covered your face, (Bbj7) Given you meaning, but (A)taken my place, (Bbj7) So make your (C)way on (D2)down (D2/C)to the sea,(D2/B) (Bbj7) Something has (A)taken you (D2)so far from me. (C) (D2) (C) (D2) Can you now return (C)to from where you (D2)came, (Bbj7) Try to burn your (A)changing name, (D2) Or with silver spoons (C)and coloured (D2)light, (Bbj7) Will you worship (A)moons in a (D2)winter's night? (Bbj7) Clothes of (C)sand have (D2)covered your face, (Bbj7) Given you meaning, but (A)taken my place, (Bbj7) So make your (C)way on (D2)down (D2/C)to the sea,(D2/B) (Bbj7) Something has (A)taken you (D2)so far from me. (C) (D2) (C) (D2) © Nick Drake, All Rights Reserved The way I play it janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Who´s Gonna Build Your Wall? Tom Russell (G) I got eight hundred miles of open border (D)right outside my door, There's (D7)Minute Men in little pickup trucks who've de(C)clared their own dang (G)war. Now the government wants to build a barrier, like old Ber(D)lin, eight feet tall, But if (D7)Uncle Sam sends the illegals home, (C)who's gonna build the (G)wall? Who's gonna build your wall, boys? (C)Who's gonna mow your (G)lawn? Who's gonna (G/F#)cook your (Em)Mexican food When your (D)Mexican maid is gone? (G)Who's gonna wax the floors tonight Down (C)at the local (Am)mall? (G)Who's gonna (G/F#)wash your (Em)baby's face? (D)Who's gonna build your (G)wall? Now I ain't got no politics, so don't (D)lay that rap on me, (D7)Left wing, right wing, up wing, down wing, I see (C)strip malls from sea to shining (G)sea. It's the fat cat white developer who's (D)created this whole damn squall, It's a (D7)pyramid scheme of dirty jobs, and (C)who's gonna build your (G)wall? Who's gonna build your wall, boys? (C)Who's gonna mow your (G)lawn? Who's gonna (G/F#)cook your (Em)Mexican food When your (D)Mexican maid is gone? (G)Who's gonna wax the floors tonight Down (C)at the local (Am)mall? (G)Who's gonna (G/F#)wash your (Em)baby's face? (D)Who's gonna build your (G)wall? (F) (C) (G) We've got fundamentalist Muslims, we've got (D)fundamentalist Jews, We've got (D7)fundamentalist Christians, they'll blow the (C)whole thing up for (G)you. But as I travel around this big old world, there's (D)one thing that I most fear, It's a (D7)white man in a golf shirt with a (C)cell phone in his (G)ear. Yeah, who's gonna build your wall, boys? (C)Who's gonna mow your (G)lawn? Who's gonna (G/F#)cook your (Em)Mexican food When your (D)Mexican maid is gone? (G)Who's gonna wax the floors tonight Down (C)at the local (Am)mall? (G)Who's gonna (G/F#)wash your (Em)baby's face? (D)Who's gonna build your (G)wall? Yeah, who's gonna (G/F#)wash your (Em)baby's face? (D)Who's gonna build your (G)wall? (F) (C) (G) © Tom Russell, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Long Train Of Dreams John Stewart (Dm) (C) (Dm) (C) (Dm) I am a traveler, I am riding through time, (C) I have a ticket to the end of the line. (Dm) Lights of the city are passing in blue, I (C)stare at reflections, (Bb) searching for you.(Dm) Stopped off at Heartbreak, it was back down the line. In the (C)Hotel of Tears, I spent some hard times. I've (Dm)seen that life is not what it seems, On the (C)long track of lies runs the (Bbj7)long train of dreams.(F) I'm riding the liner, the (Cm)Lonesome Ex(Bb)press, The (C)end of the line is our only ad(F)dress. I'm riding the liner, all (Cm)silver and (Bb)clean, On the (C)long track of lies runs the (C7)long train of (F)dreams. On the (C)long track of lies runs the (Bb)long train of dreams.(Dm) Comfort the porter's taking good care. I (C)have no compartment, I sleep in the chair. I (Dm)dream of a stranger who captures my soul, I (C)hear the wheels singing through (Bbj7)years as we roll.(Dm) I walk through the Pullman on my way to the bar, At the (C)end of the train in the desperate car, In the (Dm)dark of the tunnel, the hiss of the steam Re(C)minds me I'm riding the (Bb)long train of dreams.(F) I'm riding the liner, the (Cm)Lonesome Ex(Bb)press, The (C)end of the line is our only ad(F)dress. I'm riding the liner, all (Cm)silver and (Bb)clean, On the (C)long track of lies runs the (C7)long train of (F)dreams. On the (C)long track of lies runs the (Bb)long train of dreams.(Dm) (C) (Dm) (C) (Bb) (Dm) I have faith you will find me or I will find you. In the (C)lights of the station of all that is true I (Dm)search for a stranger with eyes who are kind. I'll (C)hold you forever at the (Bb)end of the (C)line.(F) I'm riding the liner, the (Cm)Lonesome Ex(Bb)press, The (C)end of the line is our only ad(F)dress. I'm riding the liner, all (Cm)silver and (Bb)clean, On the (C)long track of lies runs the (C7)long train of (F)dreams. I'm riding the liner, (Cm)silver and (Bb)clean, On the (C)long track of lies runs the (C7)long train of (F)dreams. On the (C)long track of lies runs the (Bbj7)long train of dreams.(Dm) (C) (Dm) (C) (Bb) (Dm) © John Stewart, All Rights Reserved The way I play it. janhauenstein@gmx.de & Charlie Woodward www.janhauenstein.com
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One Meatball George Martin Lane/Hy Zaret & Lou Singer Capo 5th to play along, Mr. White´s version. (Am[and A4, play D-note on B-string several times and BEND string]) (E7) (Am)[bass line A--E-A-G] (Am)[E-G-F] (F)[F-E] (E7) (Am)[bass line A--E-A-G] (Am)[E-G-F] (F)[F-E] (E7) Well, the (Am)little man walked(F) up and d(E7)own, To find an eatin' place in (Am)town. He read the menu (F)(hold) through and thro(F)ugh, To (E7)(hold)see what fifteen cents could do.(E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) He (Am)could af(Am/G)ford but (F) one(E) meat(Am)ball. (Am/G) (F) (E7) He (Am)told that waiter (F) near at (E)hand, The simple dinner (E7) he had (Am)planned. The guests were startled, (F)(hold) one and (F)all, To (E7)(hold)hear that waiter loudly call… “What? (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball? (F) (E7) Hey, (Am) this here (Am/G)gent wants (F) one(E) meat(Am)ball.” (Am/G) (F) (E7) You know, the (Am)little man felt (F) ill at (E)ease, Said, “Some bread, sir, (E7) if you (Am)please.” The waiter hollered(F)(hold) down the ha(F)ll, “You (E7)(hold)gets no bread with one meatball. (E) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) Well, you (Am)gets no (Am/G)bread with (F)one(E) meat(Am)ball.” (Am/G) (F) (E7) The (Am)little man felt (F)very (E)bad, (E7) One meatball was all he (Am)had, And in his dreams he (F)(hold)hears that ca(F)ll, “You (E7)(hold)gets no bread with one meatball. (E) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) and no spa(E7)ghetti, (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) Well, you (Am)gets no (Am/G)bread with (F)one(E) meat(Am)ball. (Am/G) (F) (E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) (Am)One meat(Am/G)ball, (F) (E7) You (Am)gets no (Am/G)bread with (F)one(E) meat(Am)(hold)ball.” (Am) © George Martin Lane/Hy Zaret & Lou Singer, All Rights Reserved I usually play chorus chords for the intro. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com George Martin Lane (December 24, 1823 - June 30, 1897), American scholar, was born at Charlestown, Massachusetts. He graduated in 1846 at Harvard, and in 1847-1851 studied at the universities of Berlin, Bonn, Heidelberg and Göttingen. In 1851 he received his doctor's degree at Göttingen for his dissertation Smyrnaeorum Res Gestae et Antiquitates, and on his return to America he was appointed University Professor of Latin in Harvard College.
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Turning Toward The Morning Gordon Bok (C)(G) (D) (G)(C) (G) When the deer has bedded down and the (C)bear has gone to ground, And the (G)northern goose has wandered off to (C)warmer bay and (D7)sound, It's so (G)easy in the cold to feel the (C)darkness of the year, And the (G)heart is growing (D)lonely for the (C)morning. (G) Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow, And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go? If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G) Now October's growing thin and No(C)vember's coming home, You'll be (G)thinking of the season and the (C)sad things that you've (D7)seen. And you (G)hear that old wind walking, hear him (C)singing high and thin, You could (G)swear he's out there (D)singing of your (C)sorrow. (G) Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow, And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go? If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G) When the darkness falls around you and the (C)North Wind comes to blow, And you (G)hear him call you name out as he (C)walks the brittle (D7)snow: That old (G)wind don't mean you trouble, he don't (C)care or even know, He's just (G)walking down the (D)darkness toward the (C)morning. (G) Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow, And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go? If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G) It's a pity we don't know what the (C)little flowers know. They can't (G)face the cold November, they can't (C)take the wind and (D7)snow: They put their (G)glories all behind them, bow their (C)heads and let it go, But you (G)know they'll be there (D)shining in the (C)morning. (G) Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow, And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go? And if I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G) Now, my Joanie, don't you know that the (C)days are rolling slow, And the (G)winter's walking easy, as he (C)did so long a(D7)go? And, if that (G)wind should come and ask you, "Why's my (C)Joanie weeping so?" Wont you (G)tell him that you're (D)weeping for the (C)morning? (G) Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow, And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go? And if I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G) © Gordon Bok, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Lake Placid Blues Tony Joe White (Am) At the time I was (G)too young for the (Am)meaning, But it's become much (G)clearer through the (Am)years. We gathered (G)round the boy in his (Am)army clothes, Said good(F)bye, and his (G)mother shed her (Am)tears. Every day she (G)watched for the (Am)postman, But the long awaited (G)letter was over(Am)due. It's not the (G)silence that (Am)makes you crazy, It's the (F)sound of a (G)heart breaking in (Am)two. (F) Then it (G)came across the (Am)ocean, It was (F)hard to under(G)stand the awful (Am)news. (F) I don't know (G)why I still re(Am)member, (F)Guess it's just the (G) Lake Placid (Am)Blues. (G) I (Am)turned 18 and (G)left that part of the (Am)country, Went down on the (G)Padre Island (Am)coast. Of all the (G)hard times I (Am)still remember, The repo(F)ssession of the (G)guitar hurt the (Am)most. The paupers stood in (G)line outside the (Am)mission, And I huddled there be(G)side them in the (Am)rain. A priest came (G)to the door with (Am)empty eyes, I could (F)see he no (G)longer felt their (Am)pain. (F) Some were (G)searchin' for for(Am)giveness, (F) And others (G) only wanted (Am)food. (F) I needed (G)more than I could (Am)ask for, There is no (F)comfort with the (G) Lake Placid (Am)Blues. (G) (Am) (G) (Am) (G) (Am) (F) (G) (Am) It's hard to find good (G)friends in a (Am)lifetime, You can usually (G)count 'em on one (Am)hand. I shivered (G)by the fire and the (Am)dawn was breaking, And I (F)scattered his (G)ashes on the (Am)sand. And the (F)silver cranes came (G)over in for(Am)mation, (F) In a sacred (G)manner they (Am)flew. (F) And I will (G)always re(Am)member, The (F)sky a (G) Lake Placid (Am)Blue. (F) (G) (Am) (F) (G) (Am) (F) (G) (Am) (F) (G) Lake Placid (Am)Blue, (G) (Am) (G) (Am) (G) (Am) (F) (G) Lake Placid (Am)Blue. © Tony Joe White, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com
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Ma Solitude 03:12
Ma Solitude Georges Moustaki (A) (F#m) (A) (F#m) (A) Pour avoir si souvent dor(D)mi (E7) Avec ma soli(A)tude, Je m'en suis fait presqu'une a(D)mie, (E7) Une douce habi(A)tude. (D) Elle ne me quitte pas d'un (Bm)pas, Fidèle comme une (C#m)ombre, (F#m) Elle m'a (D)suivi ça et (A)là (E7) Aux quatre coins du (A)monde. (D) Non, je ne suis jamais (A)seul A(Bm)vec (E7) ma soli(A)tude. Quand elle est au creux de mon (D)lit, (E7) Elle prend toute la (A)place, Et nous passons de longues (D)nuits (E7) Tous les deux, face à (A)face. (D) Je ne sais vraiment pas jusqu'(Bm)où Ira cette com(C#m)plice, (F#m) Faudra-t-il (D)que j'y prenne (A)goût (E7) Ou que je réa(A)gisse. (D) Non, je ne suis jamais (A)seul A(Bm)vec (E7) ma soli(A)tude. Par elle j'ai autant ap(D)pris (E7) Que j'ai versé de (A)larmes, Si parfois je la répu(D)die (E7) Jamais elle ne dés(A)arme. (D) Et si je préfère l'a(Bm)mour D'une autre courti(C#m)sane, (F#m) Elle sera (D)a mon dernier (A)jour, (E7) Ma dernière com(A)pagne. (D) Non, je ne suis jamais (A)seul A(Bm)vec (E7) ma soli(A)tude. (D) Non, je ne suis jamais (A)seul A(Bm)vec (E7) ma soli(A)tude. © Georges Moustaki, All Rights Reserved I usually play the song in G. janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com http://lyricstranslate.com/de/ma-solitude-my-loneliness.html-0 A good starting point, but I have changed quite a few words for more accuracy and added some rhymes. My Loneliness And when I slept, so very often My loneliness was there, She has become my closest friend, A habit, sweet and fair. She is never far away, Like my shadow, always close, She follows me where´er I go, And all the earth she knows. No, I never am alone With my loneliness. When in the shadow of my bed, She takes up all the space, The long and lonely nights we spent Together, face to face, I cannot say just how far She will go with me. Will I have to decide To accept her, or set her free? No, I never am alone With my loneliness. And when my feeble life is o'er, Then and there she shall be free, But until then she will remain A very special part of me. And should I prefer the love Of another courtiere, Still, we will never be apart, When I die, she will be there. No, I never am alone With my loneliness. No, I never am alone With my loneliness.
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Leaving The Table Leonard Cohen (C) (Am) (F) (G) (C) (G)(hold) I'm leaving the (C)table, I'm out of the (Am)game. I don't know the (Dm)people In your (G)picture frame If I ever (F)loved you oh (Fm)no, no, (C)It's a (E7/B)crying (Am)shame, If I ever loved (F)you, (G) If I knew your (C)name, (G)(hold) You don't need a (C)lawyer, I'm not making a (Am)claim. You don't need to sur(Dm)render, I'm not taking (G)aim. I don't need a (F)lover, no, no, (Fm)no, The (C)wretched (E7/B)beast is (Am)tame. I don't need a (F)lover, (G) So blow out the (C)flame. (G)(hold) There's nobody (C)missing, There is no re(Am)ward. Little by (Dm)little, We're cutting the (G)cord. We're spending the (Fj7)treasure, oh, (Fm6)no, no, That (C)love (E7/B)cannot af(Am)ford. I know you can (Fj7)feel it, (G) The sweetness re(C)stored. (G)(hold) (C) (Am) (Dm) (G) (F) (F/A) (Fm/C) (Fm/D) (C/G) (E7/G#) (Am) (F) (G) (C) (G)(hold) I don't need a (C)reason For what I be(A2)came. (Am) I've got these ex(Dm)cuses, (D2) (Dm7) They're tired and (G)lame. (G7) (G6) I (G5)don't need a (Fj7)pardon, no, no, (Fm6)no, no, no, There's (C)no one (E7/B)left to (Am)blame. I'm leaving the (F)table, (G) I'm out of the (A2)game. (Am) (A2) I'm (Am)leaving the (F)table, (G)(hold) I'm out of the game. (C) © Leonard Cohen, All Rights Reserved janhauenstein@gmx.de www.janhauenstein.com

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CD II of the 'Songs For Eternity' album, the cover songs,
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Jan Hauenstein Göttingen, Germany

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You'll hear folk, blues, jazzy songs, rock. Big voice. Albums recommended by Gordon Bok, Harvey Andrews, Jez Lowe and others.
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