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Under Spanish Skies
Bumblebee in the Meadow
banjo tune
A Slice
Dark Thrash 1 in F-sharp
Fresh Peaches
Now I Must Go
Sadder Day
Dark Thrash 2 in A minor
Star
That Surfing Jazz
When You Fly
Dark Thrash 3 in C
Quiet in the Dark
Snow
Welcome to the World
E A
bass
7th fret A string
7th fret E string
welcome to the world, kid
you look just like your folks
I know it’s way too early
to start in with the jokes
so I’ll save ’em for later
when it’s just you and me
talkin bout the time
when we’ll run away to sea
your parents are the ones
who’ll have to play it straight
teach you right and wrong
and not let you skate
when you try to take a shortcut
or get around the rules
or get to hanging out with
them troublemaking fools
but me, I get to do
all the old man stuff
you do with all your grandkids
when they’re big enough
we’ll prob’ly get in trouble
your folks will get real tired
of our shenanigans
but at least I can’t be fired
I’ll show you how to skip a rock
out across the water
and we’ll get a little boat
for when the weather’s hotter
and when the nights are cool
we’ll stay up all night long
and I’ll teach you how to make a fire
and how to write a song
and how to sing with all your heart
and how to play guitar
and how to use a compass
to find out where you are
we’ll build a treehouse hideout
for when we’re on the run
because Somebody’s folks caught us
having too much fun
but they’ll know you’re always safe
whenever you’re with me
they’ll know it’s just about
the safest place that you could be
and you’ll know even when I’m old
and grey as I can be
the monsters and the dragons
will know not to mess with me
so take it slow growing up
I’ll be here when it’s time
for one big long adventure
pretended life of crime
and if you ever have
a sister or a brother
the three of us will terrorize
your father and your mother
so welcome to my world, kid
welcome to the show
welcome to the kind of nonsense
every kid should know
welcome to the fun and games
and learning with no end
welcome from an old grey man
who’ll be your bestest friend
I Try to Be Patient
capo 4
| C Am F G back when we started on down this long road we knew that the end was near C Am F C we skipped a few steps and gave up some things we knew it was almost here kept ourselves ready for what was ahead some things just take as long as they take C Am F G C Am F C |
chorus F C I try to be patient, been waiting so long F G I try to be patient, I try to be strong F C I try to be patient like I been told G but it feels like nothing is changing C except I’m getting old F |
| C Am E C# back when we started on down this long road F G A B we knew that the end was near C Am E C# we skipped a few steps and gave up some things F C A E we knew it was almost here kept ourselves ready for what was ahead chorus E C# A B E C# A E chorus bridge E C# A B E C# A E chorus E C# A E |
chorus F C A E I try to be patient, been waiting so long F G A B I try to be patient, I try to be strong F C A E I try to be patient like I been told G E B but it feels like nothing is changing C E except I’m getting old F |
The Ugliest Fish
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If you were the ugliest fish in the sea That would only increase your appeal to me Epipelagic depths I would go to Cause I love you and you know too some fish sound like they were named by a kid If you were the ugliest fish in the sea bridge If you were the ugliest fish in the sea some might say you’re cute as a button |
If you were the ugliest fish in the sea That would only increase your appeal to me Bathypelagic depths I would go to Cause I love you and you know too Making pizza or a salad If you were the ugliest fish in the sea bridge If you were the ugliest fish in the sea If you were the ugliest fish in the sea |
Get ‘Em While They’re Hot!
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?
what kind of day
Bb C F
get up every morning and put on my shirt and pant
down to the table for egg and toast and tea
put on my sock and shoe and head out the door
dive into the day to see what kind of day it’ll be
slip behind the wheel fire up Betty Lou
just an old Beetle but we get from B to A
looking sharp in new sunglass and haircut
pootle along with a song on another day
C F
I cook with a tong, eat with a chopstick
cut coupon with scissor to save a few cent
Bb C F Bb
pretend to wonder what it was that happened
don’t need a binocular to see why you went
errand run and had some fun on the coast
heading home I turn on my headlight
park at the curb and pat Betty Lou on the head
swap shoe for slipper and settle down for the night
get up every morning and put on my shirt and pant
down to the table for egg and toast and tea
put on my sock and shoe and slip through the door
out for the day to see what kind of day it’ll be
out for the day with just I myself and me
out for the day to see what kind of day it’ll be
Taylor Swift
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 the 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
Nothing
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D E you were all I ever wanted G D but you never wanted me you’re long gone but I’m haunted haunted by your memory been too long and I’m crying nothing means nothing I thought that I could make you love me |
nothing means nothing nothing means anything at all nothing’s all should have expected from you nothing, that’s all G D no bass |
Coal
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.
A D
Take the top off that mountain
E
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 E
Gotta have coal
E A
Keep the country burning
Coal
Fire up the night
Coal
Natural resources
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
Business is business
Nothing more
Nothing personal
No one keeping score
Chorus
Ain’t personal
So why you keeping score?