1. EVERYBODY Everybody John Prine 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 Chorus: [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] 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. 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 Repeat Chorus: Ending: But ev[C]erybody ne[G]eds somebody t[D]hat they can talk [G]to. [C] [D] [G] The Torch Singer 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 Souvenirs John Prine Intro: [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [D] [G] [Tacet]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 [Tacet]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 Chorus: [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] [Tacet]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 [Tacet]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 Repeat Chorus: The Late John Garfield Blues 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] Sour Grapes John Prine (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 Chorus: [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] 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 Repeat Chorus: 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 Repeat Chorus: Billy The Bum John Prine John Prine 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 Chorus: 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] 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 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 Repeat Chorus: The Frying Pan 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 Chorus: 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] 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 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 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] Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You John Prine 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) 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) 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] Take The Star Out Of The Window John Prine John Prine 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 Chorus: 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 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. Repeat Chorus: The Great Compromise John Prine 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 Chorus: [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 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 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 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 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] Clocks And Spoons John Prine 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 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 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 Rocky Mountain Time John Prine 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] Diamonds
In The Rough
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