{no_grid:} # This format is for chordpro software. {t:"DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. EVERYBODY} {ci: 2. THE TORCH SINGER} {ci: 3. SOUVENIRS} {ci: 4. THE LATE JOHN GARFIELD BLUES} {ci: 5. SOUR GRAPES} {ci: 6. BILLY THE BUM} {ci: 7. THE FRYING PAN} {ci: 8. YES I GUESS THEY OUGHTA NAME A DRINK AFTER YOU} {ci: 9. TAKE THE STAR OUT OF THE WINDOW} {ci:10. THE GREAT COMPROMISE} {ci:11. CLOCKS AND SPOONS} {ci:12. ROCKY MOUNTAIN TIME} {ci:13. DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH} {ci:Atlantic Records, 1972} # # Chords and enhancements by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com) # Initial Chords: # "Souvenirs" # by lovall@physics.purdue.edu (Daniel L. Lovall # "The Great Compromise" by walt@diusys.cms.udel.edu (Walt Dabell) # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Everybody} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [G] [D] [G] # [G]While out sailing on the ocean. While out sa[C]iling on the s[G]ea I bumped into the Saviour and He s[A7]aid "Pardon [D7]Me" I said "Je[G]sus, you look tired". He said "Je[C]sus, so do y[G]ou" Want-chu s[C]it down son 'cause I g[D]ot some fat to ch[G]ew {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G]Everybody needs somebody t[C]hat they can talk [G]to Someone to open up their ears and l[A7]et that trouble th[D7]rough Now y[G]ou don't have to sympathize or c[C]are what they may [G]do But ev[C]erybody ne[G]eds somebody t[D]hat they can talk [G]to. [C] [G] [D] [G] {eoc:} # Well, [G]he spoke to me of morality, starv[C]ation, pain and s[G]in Matter of fact the whole dang time I on[A7]ly got a few words [D7]in But [G]I won't squawk. Let 'em talk. Hell, it's be[C]en a long long ti[G]me And a[C]ny friend that's b[G]een turned down Is b[D]ound to be a friend to m[G]ine. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Now [G]we sat there for an hour or two just e[C]atin' that Gospel p[G]ie When around the bend come a terrible wind and lig[A7]htning lit the s[D7]ky He said so [G]long son I gotta run. I appre[C]ciate you listening to [G]me And I be[C]lieve I heard him s[G]ing these words As he sk[D]ipped out across the s[G]ea {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} But ev[C]erybody ne[G]eds somebody t[D]hat they can talk [G]to. [C] [D] [G] # #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Torch Singer} {st:(John Prine)} # The night club was b[C]urning from the to[D]rch singer's s[G]ong And the s[C]weat was flo[G]odin' her e[D]yes The cat[G]walk squeaked 'neather the bar[C]tender's feet And the sm[G]oke was too he[D]avy to r[G]ise She s[C]ang of the love that l[G]eft her And of[C] the woman that sh[G]e'll never [D]be Made me f[G]eel like the buck and a qua[C]rter That I p[D]aid 'em to listen and s[G]ee [C] That I p[D]aid 'em to listen and s[G]ee [C] [D] [G] [G]I was born down in Ka[C]nsas 'neath the Oc[D]tober s[G]ky Worked the d[C]ay shift from se[G]ven to th[D]ree And t[G]he only relief that [C]I receive Is ne[G]arer my G[D]od to t[G]hee She co[C]nstantly throws me off ti[G]ming Leaves me [C]standing both na[G]ked and b[D]are Ma[G]kes me feel like the Sunday fun[C]nies After ev[D]erythings gone off the a[G]ir [C] [D]Everythings gone off the a[G]ir [C] [D] [G] [G]I picked through the a[C]shes of the to[D]rch singer's s[G]ong And I or[C]dered my m[G]oney a ro[D]und For wh[G]iskey and pain b[C]oth taste the same Du[G]ring the t[D]ime they go do[G]wn. She [C]sang of the love that l[G]eft her And [C]of the woman that sh[G]e'll never [D]be Made me f[G]eel like the buck and a qu[C]arter I pa[D]id 'em to listen and s[G]ee [C] I pa[D]id 'em to listen and s[G]ee #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Souvenirs} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [D] [G] # All the snow has turned to [C]water [D]Christmas day has come and g[G]one Broken toys and faded [C]colors [D]Are all that's left to li[G]nger on I hate graveyards and old pawns[C]hops [D]For they always bring me te[G]ars [G]Can't forgive the way they r[C]ob me [D]Of my childhoood souven[G]irs {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [D]Memories, they can't be bou[G]ghten They [D]can't be won at carnivals for f[G]ree [D]Well, it took me years, to [G]get those souvenirs And I [C]don't know how they slipped away from [D]me [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [D] [G] {eoc:} # Broken hearts and dirty w[C]indows [D]Make life difficult to [G]see That's why last night and this mo[C]rning [D]Always look the same to [G]me I hate reading old love let[C]ters [D]For they always bring me te[G]ars I can't forgive the way they rob [C]me [D]Of my sweetheart sou[G]venirs {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Late John Garfield Blues} {st:(John Prine)} # Black fa[G]ces pressed agai[G7]nst the glass Where r[C]ain has pressed it's w[G]eight Wi[G]nd blown scarves in top down cars All sh[A7]are one western tr[D7]ait Sa[C]dness l[D]eaks through te[G]ar-stained cheeks From [B7]winos to dime-store J[C]ews Probably don't[C/B] know they give [G]me These la[D7]te John Garfield bl[G]ues [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # M[G]idnight fell on Frank[G7]lin Street And the [C]lamppost bulbs were br[G]oke F[G]or the life of me, I could not see But I h[A7]eard a brand new j[D7]oke Two [C]men were s[D]tanding up[G]on a bridge One j[B7]umped and screamed you l[C]ose And just left the [C/B]odd man hol[G]ding Those la[D7]te John Garfield bl[G]ues [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # [D]An old man sleeps with his conscience at night [G]A young kid sleeps with his dreams While the me[A7]ntally ill sit perfectly still And live through life's in-be[D7]tweens I'm[G] going away to the l[G7]ast resort In w[C]eek or two real s[G]oon Wh[G]ere the fish don't bite but once a night By the [A7]cold light of the m[D7]oon The [C]horses scre[D]am- the nigh[G]tmares dream And th[B7]e dead men all wear sh[C]oes 'Cause [C/B]everybody's da[G]ncin' Those la[D7]te John Garfield bl[G]ues [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Sour Grapes} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci: (Recorded in key of F/capo on 5)} # [C]I don't care if the [Dm]sun don't shine But it bett[G]er or people will wo[C]nder And I don't mind if [Dm]it never quits rainin' 'Cept the k[G]ids are afraid of the thu[C]nder {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [C]Say sour gr[Am]apes You can laugh and st[C]are [G] [C] Say sour gr[Am]apes B[G]ut I don't c[C]are [F] [C] {eoc:} I [C]couldn't care less if I d[Dm]idn't have a friend 'Cept pe[G]ople would say I was cr[C]azy And I [C]wouldn't work 'c[Dm]ause I don't need money 'Cept the sa[G]me folks would say I was la[C]zy {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [Dm] [G] [C] [C] [Dm] [G] [C] [C] [Am] [C] [G] [C] [C] [Am] [G] [C] [F] [C] # I co[C]uldn't care less if she n[Dm]ever come back I was g[G]onna leave her any[C]way And [C]all the good times [Dm]that we shared D[G]on't mean a thing to[C]day {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Billy The Bum} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [Bb] [F] [C] [F] # B[F]illy the Bum lived by the thumb And sang of the hobo's de[C]light He'd prove he could run twice as fast as the sun By losing his shadow at ni[F]ght Now he loved every girl in this curly headed world But no one will know it s[Bb]eems For two twisted legs and a chil[F]dhood disease Left B[C]illy just a bum in his dr[F]eams {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} And [Bb]he was just a ge[F]ntle boy A r[C]eal florescent li[F]ght Cried pe[Bb]nnies on Sunday mo[F]rning Laugh nickels on Saturday ni[C]ght And y[F]our bullets they can't harm him Nor your kn[F7]ives tear him a[Bb]part Humiliation kil[F]led him God b[C]less his little h[F]eart [Bb] [F] [C] [F] {eoc:} No[F]w he lived all alone in a run down home Near the side of the old railroad tr[C]ack Where the trains used to run carrying freight by the ton And blow the whistle as Billy'd wave b[F]ack But the children around Billy's hometown Seemed to have nothing better to [Bb]do Than to run around his house with ton[F]gues from their mouth And make f[C]un of that crippled old f[F]ool {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Now [F]some folks they wait and some folk they pray For Jesus to rise up a[C]gain But none of these folks in the holy cloaks Ever took Billy on as a fr[F]iend For pity's a crime and it ain't worth a dime To a person who's really in n[Bb]eed Just treat 'em the same as you wo[F]uld you own name Next t[C]ime that your heart starts to bl[F]eed {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Frying Pan} {st:(John Prine)} # I come h[A]ome from work this ev[D]ening There was a n[A]ote in the frying [E]pan It said f[A]ix you own su[D]pper, babe I run [A]off with the Fu[E]ller Brush m[A]an {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} And (Cause) I [A]miss the way she used to y[D]ell at me The w[A]ay she used to cuss and m[E]oan And [A]if I ever go out and get ma[D]rried again I'l[A]l never leave my [E]wife at [A]home [A] [D] [A] [E] [A] [D] [A] [E] [A] {eoc:} # We[A]ll, I sat down at the t[D]able Sc[A]reamed and I hollered and cr[E]ied And [A]I commenced a car[D]ryin' on Till [A]I almost l[E]ost my m[A]ind {ci:Repeat Chorus:} If [A]I ever see another sal[D]esman Come a-kn[A]ockin' at my d[E]oor I gonna p[A]ick up a rock and [D]hit him on the head And [A]knock him d[E]own on the f[A]loor {ci:Ending:} Cause I miss the way she used to y[D]ell at me The w[A]ay she used to cuss and m[E]oan And [A]if I ever go out and get ma[D]rried again I'l[A]l never leave my [E]wife at [A]home [E] [D] [A] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [E] [A] # Oh,[A]I get drunk most every night S[D]eems like all we do is fight The m[A]ore I drink the less I feel b[E]lue Some[A]times I feel like an awful fool [D]Spending my life on an old bar stool And y[A]es, I guess they oug[E]hta name a drink after y[A]ou (spoken: Bloody Mary) {ci:Instrumental} [E] [D] [E] [A] # If[A] this date were to be our last [D]I'd never sit down this glass It'd [A]take all the booze in the world to forget [E]you You've l[A]eft my heart a vacant lot I[D]'ll fill it with another shot And [A]yes, I guess they ou[E]ghta name a drink after [A]you (spoken: Near Beer) {ci:Instrumental} [E] [D] [E] [A] # L[A]ooks like I had my fill Gu[D]ess I better pay my bill When I st[A]arted out I only meant to have a f[E]ew Som[A]eone just said that you left town I[D] better get a double round And y[A]es, I guess they ou[E]ghta name a drink after y[A]ou Y[A]es, I guess they ou[E]ghta name a drink after y[A]ou [E] [A] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Take The Star Out Of The Window} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] # [C]Robert was a sailor For the b[F]est years of his life His captain was his mo[C]ther And the ocean was his w[G]ife Only fr[C]esh out of the cradle Life's one and only sp[F]ring He was sworn to do his d[C]uty And got bl[G]ood on his high school r[C]ing {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} A[C]nd it's hello California Hello Dad and [F]Mom. Ship ahoy, your b[C]aby boy is home from Vi[G]etnam Don't y[C]ou ask me any questions About the medals on my ch[F]est Take the star out of the wi[C]ndow And let my [G]conscience take a r[C]est {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] # N[C]ow he sailed across the ocean To that old Far Eastern w[F]ar It was foreign to his bo[C]dy It was foreign to his sh[G]ore So he tr[C]aded in the present For the better times he'd [F]seen And made an oriental wa[C]itress His o[G]wn Homecomin' Qu[C]een. # {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Great Compromise} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # [C]I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a [F]way with all the men in her l[C]ife Every [G]inch of her blossomed in beauty She was [F]born on the Fourth of J[C]uly W[C]ell, she lived in an aluminum house trailer And she wo[F]rked in a juke-box sa[C]loon And she s[G]pent all the money I'd give her Just to [F]see the ol' man in the m[C]oon {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [C]I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And aw[F]ake in the Dawn's early l[C]ight But much [F]to my surprise when I op[C]ened my eyes I was a vi[G]ctim of the great compro[C]mise {eoc:} Wel[C]l, we'd go out on Saturday evening To the D[F]rive-in on Route Forty [C]One And it was t[G]here that I first suspected That she was d[F]oin' what she'd already d[C]one S[C]he said "Johnny want you get me some popcorn" And she k[F]new I had to walk pretty f[C]ar And as s[G]oon as I passed through the moonlight She hopped i[F]nto a foreign sports c[C]ar {ci: Repeat Chorus:} W[C]ell you know, I could'a beat up that fella But it was [F]her that had hopped in to his c[C]ar As many t[G]imes as I'd fought to protect her But this t[F]ime she was goin' too f[C]ar A[C]nd some folks they call me a coward 'Cause I l[F]eft her at the Drive-in that n[C]ight But I'd d[G]ruther have names thrown at me Than to fi[F]ght for a thing that ain't ri[C]ght {ci: Repeat Chorus:} Wel[C]l, she writes all the fellas love letters Sayin' gr[F]eetings come and see me real s[C]oon And they [G]go and line up in the bar-room To spend a n[F]ight in that sick woman's r[C]oom B[C]ut sometimes I get awful lonesome And I w[F]ish she were my girl ins[C]tead But she [G]won't let me live with her And she m[F]akes me live in my he[C]ad {ci: Ending:} [C]I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And aw[F]ake in the Dawn's early l[C]ight But much [F]to my surprise when I op[C]ened my eyes I was a vi[G]ctim of the great compro[C]mise [F] [C] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Clocks And Spoons:} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro: (Recorded in key of A/capo on 2)} [G] [B7] [C] [D] [G] [B7] [C] [D] [C] [D] [G] [G/F#] [Em] [C] [D] [G] # C[G]locks and spoons and e[B7]mpty rooms It's[C] raining out ton[D]ight W[G]hat a way to e[B7]nd a day - [C]by turning out the l[D]ight S[C]hoot the moon - r[D]ight between the e[G]yes [G/F#]I'm s[Em]ending m[C]ost of me to su[D]nny country s[G]ide {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [B7] [C] [D] [G] [B7] [C] [D] [C] [D] [G] [G/F#] [Em] [C] [D] [G] # R[G]unnin' [B7]through a sky of blue Ro[C]llin' in the [D]sun E[G]very day [B7]has a way of o[C]verflowing [D]one S[C]hoot the moon - r[D]ight between the e[G]yes [G/F#]I'm ke[Em]eping m[C]ost of me in su[D]nny country s[G]ide {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [B7] [C] [D] [G] [B7] [C] [D] [C] [D] [G] [G/F#] [Em] [C] [D] [G] # D[G]on't know how I did t[B7]hat now W[C]onder where it's g[D]one M[G]ust have [B7]spent the way I w[C]ent - waitin' for the d[D]awn S[C]hoot the moon - r[D]ight between the e[G]yes [G/F#]I'm sc[Em]reaming [C]take me back to s[D]unny country s[G]ide S[C]hoot the moon - r[D]ight between the e[G]yes [G/F#]I'm scre[Em]aming [C]take me back to s[D]unny country s[G]ide Cl[G]ocks and spoons [B7]and empty rooms It's [C]raining out t[G]onight #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Rocky Mountain Time} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # T[C]he station was e[G]mpty T[D]he trains were all g[G]one I[C] reached in my po[G]cket And I [D]waited for d[G]awn The [C]clock played d[G]rums And [D]I hummed the s[G]ax And the w[C]ind whistled down the rai[D]lroad tr[G]acks Hey, t[C]hree for a qu[G]arter, o[D]ne for a d[G]ime I'll [C]bet it's tomorrow by R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # I[C] walked in the res[G]taurant For [D]something to [G]do The [C]waitress yelled at [G]me And [D]so did the fo[G]od And the [C]water taste fu[G]nny When you're [D]far from your h[G]ome But [C]it's only the th[G]irsty That [D]hunger to r[G]oam And the [C]clock played d[G]rums And [D]I hummed the s[G]ax And the w[C]ind whistled down the rai[D]lroad tr[G]acks Hey, t[C]hree for a qu[G]arter, o[D]ne for a d[G]ime I'll [C]bet it's tomorrow by R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # We'll[F] build us a castle on main s[G]treet And p[F]retend that we're down on the f[G]arm Hell, we'[F]ll hold out as long as we h[G]ave to Then we'll t[A]wist off each other's a[D]rms [D/C] [D/B] [D/A] [G]Christ, I'm so mi[C]xed up and lo[G]nely I can't e[C]ven make fri[D]ends with my br[G]ain Yeah, I'm [C]too young to [D]be where I'm g[G]oing But I'm [C]too old to [D]go back a[G]gain [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] # [C]The station was e[G]mpty [D]The trains were all g[G]one [C]I reached in my po[G]cket [D]And I waited for d[G]awn The [C]clock played d[G]rums And [D]I hummed the s[G]ax And the w[C]ind whistled down the rai[D]lroad tr[G]acks Hey, t[C]hree for a qu[G]arter, o[D]ne for a d[G]ime I'll [C]bet it's tomorrow by R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime By R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime By R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime By R[D]ocky Mountain t[G]ime [C] [G] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Diamonds In The Rough} {st:(A.P. Carter)} # While walking out one evening not knowing where to go Just to pass the time away before we held our show I heard a little mission band playing with all their might I gave my soul to Jesus and left the show that night The day will soon be over and evening will begun No more gems to be gathered so let us all press on When Jesus comes to claim us and says it is enough The diamonds will be shining no longer in the rough #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Diamonds In the Rough" by John Prine--} #---------------------------------------------------------------------