Category: acoustic

1 5 4 in Eb: capo 1, plan in D
Eb Bb
all of my dreams ended the instant
F F F F C C C C G

Ab Eb
that bull came down on my left knee
G Bb Bb Bb Bb Bb C A\G\F

and I laid in that bed, moaning about
F F F F F F C C C A\G
what would become of me
Bb Bb Bb Bb A F

old man in the next bed sorta chuckled
said son it ain’t all about you
being an old man I know it all
here’s what you need to do

Ab
quit yer whinin
Bb
get to living
Ab Bb
cause sonny, I’ve seen it all

Eb
I’ve had one good woman
Bb
two good horses
Ab Eb
three places I could really call home
Eb
and for such a long time
Bb Ab Eb
I was afraid I’d end up alone

seemed like the type to just keep on talking
so I let him have his head
this being a country song you can imagine
exactly what that old man said

I been in your shoes 50 years gone
danced with the bull of the ball
all the crowds cheering and all the big buckles
ain’t worth nothing at all

prechorus/chorus

at that very moment she came through the door
lookin like autumn in jeans
she smiled at me but she was headed for him
and they kissed like a couple of teens

she sat by his bed and held his hand
and they talked about nothing a while
he looked like twenty and she was nineteen
you couldn’t help but smile

Bb
then my wife walked in
Ab
she was crying
I told her I’d quit
and this time I ain’t lying
and I thought about who I was
and who I could be
and what I could have
if I could just see
how to

quit my whining
get to living
quit my whining
get to living
quit my whining
get to living
honey, we could have it all

I’ve got one good woman
and we’ll get two good horses
and make a place we can both call home
for such a long
I’d been afraid I’d end up alone

but I’ve got one good woman
I’ve got one good woman
yeah I’ve got one good woman
and I think it’s time to go home
honey please take me home

D
this place
G D
the one we saw in all our dreams
this place
G A
made me want to write this down
G D
this place here in this song
G A
this place where we belong
D
this place
G D
is where we’ll make our home

this house
this house will grow out of the ground
this house
we’ll build with our own hands
this house of stone and wood
this house of peace and good
this house
is where we’ll make our home

A G D
this home will be a place for peace to be
this home glorious skies up above
this home we’ll fill with music and with joy
A G A
this home was well worth waiting for

this life
the one we saw in all our dreams
this life
made me want to write this down
this life will always be
this life for you and me
this life
is where we’ll make our home

this life
is where we’ll make our home

guitar capo 3

1 4 5 in D

Cowboys life is tough
Sitting in the saddle all day
Ropin and ridin and herdin
Ain’t all yippikiyay
End of the day yer dragging
Hard to muster a smile
Cookies always got something
Makes ridin herd worthwhile

chorus
Big old plate of beans
Really hits the spot
Fry ‘em up with bacon grease
Get them while they’re hot

sometimes he makes biscuits
biscuits sure are great
tasty little morsels good for
mopping up yer plate
Sunday morning flapjacks
while someone quotes the Book
he keeps a jug of syrup
that’s why we love our cook

chorus

coffee black and hot
really can’t go wrong
fresh pot every time we stop
keeps us going strong
can’t forget the bacon
flavors up the beans
the ladies all like bacon too
and you know what that means → Do You Like Bacon?

an unfinished masterpiece. yes, I had a strange and slightly disturbing dream.

I don’t know why I dream the kind of things I do
who can fathom the unconscious mind?
despite all their degrees and studying and science
they haven’t yet convinced the sleeping secrets to unwind

they say dreams can teach you something about life
this morning what I learned was all about my wife

you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift

while you sleep your brain is cleaning up its house
flushing out the nonsense and sludge
now maybe that’s the reason my dreams are full of junk
I try real hard to let ’em go, try hard not to judge

but while you’re in the middle it always seems so real
and lest you get the wrong impression this is how I feel

you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift

now you know I know you know that I’m joking
dreams are just the dust of tidying your brain
we both know that we belong together
in case somebody missed it I’d like to say it plain

when I’m asleep at night I ain’t the driver of that bus
it’s all a lot of nonsense, and between the two of us

you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
and there’s no rift
we haven’t tiffed
I don’t get biffed
I’ll make a shift
now that I’ve riffed
you get my drift
it’s just your gift
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift

notes
A D
Take the top off that mountain
E A
Strip it bare
Bring in the world’s biggest dozer
Scrape out all that’s there

Maybe a boulder smash your house
Maybe the sludge floods your land
Maybe your kids all get cancer
Maybe you just don’t understand

D
Gotta have coal
E
Keep the country burning
D A
Coal Fire up the night
D E
Coal, natural resources
D A
You keep talking wrong and right

Our lawyers get paid more than your lawyers
Don’t work half as hard
Oughta save your money
For cleaning up your yard

Chorus

E A D E
Business is business, Nothing more
D A D E
Nothing personal, No one keeping score

Chorus

Ain’t personal, so why you keeping score?

Reading Grisham’s fine muckraking novel “Gray Mountain” put me in a mood, and when I tried to go to bed this came to me almost complete.

I know that you love him; he’s taken your heart
It seems you’re determined to tear us apart
So this is the end of the life that we share
But I know you love me; I know you still care
You say you’re ready to stand by his side
but I’m not prepared for my baby to become a bride

Under the stars by the campfire’s glow
Sharing the secrets that only we know
Flickering lights making stars of your eyes
The mem’ries remind me just how the time flies
You say that he gives you that same glow inside
but I’m not prepared for my baby to become a bride

Sometimes only music can say what I mean
A bittersweet moment each father’s foreseen
But life isn’t ever quite what you had planned
You gave him your heart so I’ll give him your hand
I know that you’re ready; this knot will be tied
but I’m not prepared for my baby to become a bride

I’ve been a fan all my life long
Of rock and roll’s electric three-chord songs
But I’ve come to a crossroads; time to move on
cause it all sounds the same, I guess the thrill is gone

So the first time in years I turned the dial
Looking for something new and worthwhile
I spun the knob and the next thing you know
Some guys leavin’ his woman for a rodeo

Chorus:
What’s that playing on my radio?
Can’t tell if it’s country
Or rock and roll
Hey, I kinda like it
I’m not just some crank
But it isn’t Led Zeppelin
And it sure isn’t Hank

My daddy used to sing and play guitar
He thought my rock and roll idols were pretty bizarre
Jimmie Rodgers and Hank, either Williams or Snow
He stuck with his heroes and let the rest go

So I knew about country – or I thought I did
Had some preconcieved notions from when I was a kid
But the next song’s about a singin’ mechanic
And some music advice and prodsponder panic

Chorus:
What’s that playing on my radio?
Can’t tell if it’s country
Or rock and roll
Hey, I kinda like it
I’m not just some crank
But it isn’t Led Zeppelin
And it sure isn’t Hank

Bridge:
Well you really got me on a stairway to heaven somehow
With or without you I feel like a free bird now

It’s interesting how my horizon’s expanded
Haven’t been this unsettled since the Eagles disbanded
But I’ll settle in and spend my afternoons
With guitars and Cadillacs and hillbilly tunes

Chorus:
What’s that playing on my radio?
Can’t tell if it’s country
Or rock and roll
Hey, I kinda like it
I’m not just some crank
But it isn’t Led Zeppelin
And it sure isn’t Hank

notes
D A
the hole we’re in keeps getting deeper
G D
everything’s darker than night
the life we were promised feels so far away
you said you’d make everything right

I try to be patient, keep on believing
I know that it’s all true
we’re all hanging on by a thread and I wonder
there’s something I have to ask you

G
please tell me now
A
show me somehow
G A
please answer, ’cause I need to know

D A G
is it soon today now? I need to know
is it soon today now? I need you to show me
it’s soon today now, ’cause I need to know

as everything crumbles to dust all around us
we’re trying hard to hang on
you know we trust you with all of our hearts
can’t wait till this old world is gone

prechorus
chorus

A G
some days we feel we can’t take anymore
so many have waited so long
it keeps getting harder day after day
G A
give us the faith to hold on

chorus

story time’s done for tonight
those puppies got home safe again
you never get tired of that story
tuck you in, say a prayer, and then

chorus:
In the land of a little boy’s dream
Full of singing and games and ice cream
you’ve played hard all day
now sleep takes you away
to the land of a little boy’s dream

you’re asleep in no time at all
you never waste time counting sheep
I’m wondering what’s
going on in your head
and watching a while as you sleep

chorus

I know that some day you’ll grow up
to find out that life ain’t what it seems
but for now every night
it’ll all be alright
in the land of a little boy’s dream

chorus

to the land of a little boy’s dream