(E)When I grow up I want(D) to be an old (E)woman
When I grow up (D)I want to be an(E) old woman
An (D)o-o-o-o-o old old old woman
(E)Then I think I'm gonna(D) find myself an(E) old man
Then I think I'm gonna(D) marry myself (E)that old man
An (D)old an old an old a really(D) old man
(E)We're gonna have (D)a hundred and (D)twenty babies
A hundred and five (D)ten fifteen (E)twenty babies
That's(D) right that's what I said a hundred and (E)twenty babies
(E)We'll raise them on tiger's(D) milk and green(E) bananas
Mangoes and (D)coconuts and(E) watermelon
We're gonna give(D) 'em that watermelon when they(E) start yellin
Here's what they'll yell
(E D E E D E E D E E D E D D E D D E)
In the (E)summer we'll sit in (D)a field and watch (E)the sun melt
In the winter we'll sit by (D)a fire and watch (E)the moon freeze
(D)Me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
(D)Me my old man and a hundred and (E)twenty babies
I said(D) me my old man and a hundred and (E)twenty babies
Oh when(D) I grow up I want to be an(D) old woman
When (D)I grow up I want to be (E)an old woman
Oh when(D) I grow up I want to be(E) an oooooold.....
Hello Hopeville
Down at the Cold War Institute
They were signing new recruits
He went down to the station in his three piece suit
Now she had(D7) cried for him to stay
But there was nothing more to say
She was (A7)waving her white kerchief as the train pulled away
Singing (E7)bye bye baby boy(D7) I hope they treat(A7) you well well well
It was another situation as the train left the station
It was hello Hopeville I need a vacation
Now the(D7) world's been cruel
This time she really let me down
I thought I would(D7) go back to school
Try to clean up this town
And now it's(E7) hello Hopeville
I (D7)know you're gonna treat me(A7) well well well
Well well well
Get gone!
(A7)Well well well looky here looky here
Well well well what have we got here
Got me a runaway kid
Got no money never did
Got the sense to come in out of the rain
He was(D7) waiting for a station just like some people wait(A7) for a train
And I'm singing(E7) bye bye baby boy(D7) I hope they treat(D7) you
well well well
Well well well
Well well well
Well well well
That's all!
Making the Run to Gladewater
(G)Well, Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle
Since the(F) Mormon's come to town
And to(C) run out of beer means a run to Gladewater
Highway 79 thirty miles on down
You know, fair is fair but life's a gamble when it's 11:45
And it's a toss of the coin to see who's got 15 minutes
To make a 30 (G)minute drive
Something like this
It was Saturday night
You was(F) sitting 'round the square
(C)Small town Texas sons(G) and daughters
But you lost the toss
That means (F)you're taking up the money
That means (C)you're making the run
Making the run
Making the run to(G) Gladewater
(G)Here's what you do now
You hustle all your buddies off the back of your truck
You grab your girl, you say c'mon lets....
You tuck your jeans in your boots (that's what you do)
Slap your(F) gimme-cap on
You turn the(C) country music radio station louder (G)than you oughter
But it's okay, you're on (F)your way
You (C)lost the toss, you're taking up the money
You're making the run (G)to Gladewater
Run, boys
(G C G D C G)
(G)Now it's 79 to the county line
And it's the(F) Minit Mart with not one to spare
And your (C)friends back in Gilmer
They are your friends indeed
Why? Well, you got their money and their six (G)pack of beer
It was Saturday night
You was sitting round the square
Small town Texas sons and daughters
But you lost the toss
That means you're(F) taking up the money
That means you're(C) making the run
Making the run
Making the run (G)to Gladewater
Making the run
(F)Making the run
(C)Making the run, making the run
Making the run (G)to Gladewater
(G)Memories of East Texas
and (C)piney green rolling(D) hills
Covered in the(G) springtime
With (C)golden (D)daffodils
(C)Rowing on Sandy(D) Lake come April
(G)Harvesting hay in(Em) June
(C)Sitting by the road watching wellfires burn
By an old October(D) moon
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I mean to tell you my friends
They weren't no easy roads
You had to watch out for all the curves
(G)Down by Kelsey(Em) creek
And (C)detour through the Lindsay's pasture
When the water ran (D)too deep
(G)Memories of East Texas
And (C)Gilmer, county seat(D) of Upshur
(G)Looking back and asking myself
What the(C) hell'd you let them break (D)your spirit for?
Their (C)lives ran in circles so(D) small
They (G)thought they'd seen(Em) it all
And they(C) couldn't make a place for a girl who'd (D)seen the ocean
(G)Ah, but those memories of East Texas
Those(C) piney green rolling(D)(G) hills
Covered in the springtime
With (C)wild (D)daffodils
(C)Sitting in those Piney(D) Woods
(G)Playing my (Em)guitar
(C)Thinking back on the roads I'd come
Thinking I had (D)not come that far...
(A)Lay down your(B) burdens
(A)Lay down your(B) cares
(A)The Holy(B) Virgin, she's gonna(A) greet(G) you(E) up there
With a (A)big can (B)of spray paint
With a (A)big blank (B)wall
And I can (A)guaran-damn(B)-tee you
There won't be (A)no cops(G) around(E) at all
(A)Graffiti (B)Limbo
(A)Where do(B) you go?
(A)Graffiti (B)Limbo
When there(A) ain't(G) no (E)justice
I only speak for myself
But the word around town
Is that something's shaking in the underground
I only (A)speak for (B)myself
But the (A)word on the(B) street
Is that the(A) writing's on the(B) wall
And the(A) cops(G) on (E)the beat
I wrote this song for a man named Michael Stewart. A young black man arrested while writing graffiti on a subway wall in New York City. And while under arrest, surrounded by eleven white transit cops. Michael Stewart was strangled to death and when his case went to court not one cop was found guilty because the coroner lost the evidence. You see, in order to determine that Michael Stewart was strangled to death, the coroner had to use Michael Stewart's eyeballs, his eyes, as evidence. So now when I tell you that it was Michael Stewart's eyes that the coroner lost, do you know what I mean when I tell you that justice is blind?
Now you can(A) have your little(B) Style Wars, boys
And you can(A) keep your (B)little dance
But Those(A) Crazy(B) Writers don't (A)stand a (G)ghost(E) of a chance
No, it's (A)"Color Them(B) Cons" Mayor Koch said
It's (A)call it a (B)crime
And now it's(A) steer clear of (B)the engineer on(A) that (G)Midnight (E)Special
Line
(B7)If love was a train I think I would ride me a slow one
(E7)One that would ride through the night making (B7)every stop
If (F#7)love was a train (E7)I would feel no pain and I would never(B7)
get off
No sir, never get off
If love was a train I think I would ride me a long one
(E7)Hear me talking, talking fifty boxcars(B7) long
(F#7)Aw what's the use most trains (E7)these days ain't got no engine
Much less no(B7) caboose
Woo woo
Oh, (F#7)look out here she comes
(E7)Look out there she goes(B7)
(B7)If love was a train I'd throw my body down on her tracks
If (E7)love was a train I'd throw my body right down on(B7) her tracks
If (F#7)love was a train (E7)I would feel no pain as she rolled right down(B7)
my back
Right down my back
But love ain't a train no, she's more like a broncin' bull
And the most you've got is 15 seconds in the saddle
And even (F#7)if you manage to ride you are(E7) all broken up inside
And it's gonna be a long time,gonna be a long time
Gonna be a looooo oong time before you ride (B7)that bull again
If love was a train
But love ain't a train
No love ain't no train
(G)I took time (D9)out to (C)write to my(D) old friend
I (G)walked (D9)across that(C) burning(D) bridge
I (G)mailed my (D9)letter (C)off to (D)Dallas but her(G) reply came from(C)
Anch(D)orage(G), Alaska
She said, (G)Hey girl(D9) it's(C) about time (D)you wrote
It's been(G) over two(D9) years you know(C), my(D) old friend
Take me(G) back to the(D9) days of(C) the foreign (D)telegrams
And the (G)all-night (D9)rock and(C) rolling(D)
Hey Chel we was(G) wild(D9) then(C) (D)
Hey Chel you know it's kinda funny
Texas always seems so big
But you know you're in the largest state in the Union
When you're anchored down in Anchorage
Hey girl I think the last time I saw you
Was on me and Leroy's wedding day
What was the name of that love song you played?
I forgot how it goes
I don't recall how it goes
(C D Am C D Am C D Am G D9 C D)
Leroy got a better job so we moved
Kevin lost a tooth but now he's starting school
I've got a brand new eight month old baby girl
I sound like a housewife
Hey Chel I think I'm a housewife
Hey girl what's it like to be in New York?
New York City, imagine that!
Tell me, what's it like to be a skateboard punk rocker?
Leroy says send a picture
Leroy says hello
Leroy says keep on rocking girl, yeah
Keep on rocking
(A)Me and my(G) friend and (A)this boy (G)named Eddie
We was(A) bored one (G)afternoon
We was(A) sitting in the(G) hay
It was a(A) hot Texas(G) day
And we was(A) playing with(G) matches like some(A) kids do
We would throw our matches into the high dry grass
Close our eyes and count to ten
And then race the burning field
Doing the toe and heel
We'd die laughing and do it all over again
Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire
Ready steady go it was down to the wire
We was racing inevitability
We was making trouble for the V F D
I'm sure that you know how this story goes
Our little fire ran out of control
Somebody called for the V F D
It was not me, it weren't me, Jack
They drive from fifteen miles away
So by the time they arrived I'm sorry to say
The field was black
The sky was grey
And you know those barns they store hay in?
The volunteers all shook their heads
And then I recalled one of them said
This fire was no accident
No, this fire started with a match
I slowly backed into the crowdMe and Eddie we looked at each other
We never mentioned it to this day
But my friend, she went and told her mother
Jesus!
She said
Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire
Ready steady go it was down to the wire
We was racing inevitability
We was making trouble for the V F D
We was raising insurance premiums
We was spreading fear of arson
All around Kelsey
(Em)Time is (D)red
(C)Time is deadly
Time under glass
Time will tell
Time will tell
The tale of the widow
Who walks her web
Mourning the night
Mourning the dead
Mourning the dead
Did you lose him to a broom
Trapped in a corner of the room
Or was it under the foot
Of the marching black boot
The marching black boot
Is it the loneliness of night
That makes you reach out and bite
The unawakened flesh
You lady in distress
Oh you poor poor suffering
Murderess!
(Am)It was a red sun(G) rising(F) early in this(E) ghetto
(Am)It was a full moon(G) rising(F) late last(E) night
But you would not know, no you were fast asleep
You only see this city in the broad daylight
Fogtown I'm down and out on your streets
Oh I would run if I only had a place to run to
Oh Fogtown, you're gonna be the death of me
Her name was Ruby Red
She was a hard time hooker
She had a man named Juan
He tried to keep her clean
But late last night when the heroin took her
There was one less siren when the sirens reached the scene
When a city's got the charms of a painted lady
When survival bites like a black-haired bitch
You're gonna find yourself on the closest corner
You want to stay you want to go you've got the Fogtown itch
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