A1a Album

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  • Intro: E (See below for tab)
    E
    When I woke up this mornin'
  • A E
    I was tired as I could be
    B
  • I think I was countin' my money
    A E
    When I should a' been countin' sheep
  •  
    My agent he just called me
    And told me what I should be
  • If I would make my music for money
    Instead of makin' music for me
     
  • Chorus:
    A E
    I said, "I know that this may sound funny
  • A E
    But money don't mean nothin' to me
    A E
  • I won't make my music for money
    B E
    No, I'm gonna make my music for me"
  •  
    He said, "The people only buy the love songs
    Rock n' Roll and not too long"
  • He said, "Son you got to be commercial
    If you want to turn the people on"
     
  • And I said, "Turnin' on the people
    Now that's a beautiful place to be
    But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme
  • Well, who's gonna turn on me?"
     
    (Repeat Chorus)
  •  
    Bridge: (Use bar/power chords)
    D-E D-E D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G
  • D-E D-E D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G
     
    Well now I went up to Country
  • And I'll tell you all about the scene
    I found a place with much charm and much grace
    That wasn't touched by the music machine
  •  
    Whoa, the people were havin' a good time
    Makin' music all day long
  • And nobody cared if they ever got paid
    One penny for playin' a song
     
  • CHORUS (2x)
    Intro tab:
    e|---------------------------------------------------|
  • B|---------------------------------------------------|
    G|---------------------------------------------------|
    D|-6---9-9--------6---9-9--------6---9-9-------------|
  • A|-7-------9-7----7-------9-7----7-------9-7-9---7---|
    E|---------------------------------------------9-----|
     
  • Intro: C G D G
     
    G
  • Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
    C G
    My turn to have me a ball
  • G
    Boys at the shop told me just where to stop
    A7 D
  • If I wanted to play for it all
    C G C
    I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV
  • C G D G
    My whole world lies waiting behind door number three
     
  • G
    I chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel
    C G
  • And they rolled me to the very first row
    G
    I held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker
  • D G
    And Monty I sure need the dough"
    C G C
  • Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat until he called on me
    C G D G
    'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
  •  
    C G
    And I don't want what Jay's got on his table
  • C G
    Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor
    C G
  • No I'll hold out just as long as I am able
    D G
    Or until I can unlock that lucky door
  • C G
    Well, she's no big deal to most folks
    D G
  • But she's everything to me
    C G D G
    'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
  •  
     
    Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall
  • Got beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl
    Though I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch
    I'll be back just wait and see
  •  
    'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
    Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
  •  
     
    *This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but
  • *I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.
     
    Intro: A Asus2
  • A F#m
    If you ever get the chance to go to Dallas
    D A
  • Take it from me pass it by
    F#m
    'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas
  • D A
    Take it from me don't go and cry
     
  • Chorus:
    E
    And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can
  • G A
    Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
     
  • People do you wrong down in Dallas
    I know well they've done it to me
    Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous
  • I know well just look and see
     
    (Repeat chorus)
  •  
    Bridge:
    D G
  • Well, people like me just can't be free
    D G D A
    The Provo man won't let us be-ee
  • D G
    If the people who knew could get away
    D G D E
  • I'm real sure they'd heed the day
     
    (instrumental)
  •  
    Yeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance
    Look at me half crazy now
  • Oh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it
    Look at me I'm doin' it know
     
  • (Repeat Chorus) (3x)
     
    Chord Diagrams:
  •  
    |x02230| - Asus2 |244222| - F#m
     
  • Intro: G
    G
    Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel
  • C D G
    Dresses like the city girls do
    C D G Em
  • When we're apart there's no ache in my heart
    C D G
    When we're together we're a hell of a crew
  •  
    Chorus:
    C D G
  • And I got presents to send you
    C D Em
    Even got money to lend you
  • C D G
    But honey I can never ever pretend
    D
  • You're not there on my mind
     
    There sits a fifth of Tequila
  • God I swore I'd never drink it again
    But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out
    By a man who really wasn't my friend
  • And I know I'll never see him again
     
    (Repeat chorus)
  •  
    F C G
    Yeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown
  • F C G
    Spend some time in the Barbados sun
    F C
  • But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid
    A7 D
    Wound up where I'd begun
  •  
    (Repeat chorus)
     
  • (instrumental)
     
    (Repeat chorus)
  •  
     
    Intro: D Dsus2
  • D
    Talkin' to myself again
    A
  • Wonderin' if this travellin' is good
     
    Is there somethin' else a' doin'
  • D
    We'd be doin' if we could
     
  •  
    Chorus:
    G A D
  • But ah, the stories we could tell
    G A D
    And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
  • G A D G
    I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
    D A D
  • Listen to the stories we could tell
     
    D
  • Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
    A
    Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
  • D G
    Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
    D A D
  • Singin' all the stories he could tell
     
    Chorus:
  • Ah, the stories he could tell
    And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
    I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
  • And listen to the stories it could tell
     
    So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night
  • Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights
    And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
    You do it for the stories you can tell
  •  
    Chorus:
    Ah, the stories we could tell
  • And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
    I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel
    And listen to the stories it could tell
  •  
    G A D
    I remember the smell of the creosote plant
  • E F#m Gdim E7 A Bm Cdim A
    when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
    G A D
  • They lived in a big house Antebellum style
    G D G D
    and the wind would blow across the old bayou
  • A D
    and I was a tranquil little child
     
  • Chorus:
    D Bm
    Life was just a tire swing
  • G D
    'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
    G D
  • Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
    G D A
    and I never knew a thing about pain
  • Bm
    Life was just a tire swing
     
  • In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
    yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
    And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself
  • And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way
    and I could get along without any help
     
  • (2nd chorus)
    Life was just a tire swing
    'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
  • Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
    knowin' I could never hurt a thing
    and life was just a tire swing
  •  
    Bm G F#m Em D
    And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola
  • G F#m E7 A
    My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola
    Bm A
  • And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars
    E7
    and who would've figured twenty years later
  • A E7 F#m7
    I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars
    Bm
  • Life was just a tire swing
     
     
  • Then the other morning on some Illinois road
    I fell asleep at the wheel
    But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole
  • and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'
    But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree
    and I knew that I had survived
  •  
    Last Chorus:
    Life was just a tire swing
  • 'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing
    Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
    And I finally learned a lot about pain
  • 'Cause life is just a tire swing
    Life was just a tire swing
     
  • Chord diagrams:
    F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323|
    Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo|
  •  
    G
    Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
  • C D Am7 G
    Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
    Am D Am7 G
  • You've seen it all, you've seen it all
     
    2)
  • Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
    And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen
    Most of them dreams, most of them dreams
  •  
    3)
    Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
  • The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
    I'm an over forty victim of fate
    Arriving too late, arriving too late
  •  
    4)
    I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
  • I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
    Never meant to last, never meant to last
     
  • 5)
    I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
    I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
  • But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
    I'm down to rock bottom again
    Just a few friends, just a few friends
  •  
    6)
    I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
  • And though I ran away, they'll come back one day
    And I still can manage a smile
    It just takes a while, just takes a while
  •  
    7)
    Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
  • My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
    I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
     
  • C
    Lookin' back at my background
    G7
  • Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
     
    Some things are still a mystery to me
  • C C7
    While others are much too clear
    F
  • I'm just livin' in the sunshine
    C Am
    Stay contented most of the time
  • D7
    Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
    G G7
  • Sing me their Texas rhymes
     
    Now most of the people who retire in Florida
  • Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
    And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
    I hate those bastards so much
  • I wish a summer squall would blow them
    All the way up to fantasy land
     
  • Am D7
    Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
    F G7 C
  • They looked a lot better as beer cans
     
    Chorus:
  • Am
    Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
  • Why some people live like they do
    Am
    So many nice things happenin' out there
  • D7 G
    They never even seen the clues
    F
  • Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
    C Am
    I know we been doin' our part
  • F C
    Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
    G7 Am C
  • And some Texas hidden here in my heart
     
    Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
  • If I hadn't learned how to sing
    And on top of all that I got married too early
    'Cost me much more than a ring
  • But now those crazy days are over
    Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done
    I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
  • Figured out it's time to have a little fun
     
    (repeat chorus)
  •  
    Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
    I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
  • I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
    And an African parakeet
    And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
  • And open up my trusty old mind
    I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
    And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
  •  
    (repeat chorus, then)
    F C
  • Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
    G7 F G C C7
    And some Texas hidden here in my heart
  •  
     
    D G D
  • Squalls out on the gulf stream, big storms comin' soon
    G D E7 A7
    I passed out in my hammock, God, I slept 'till way past noon
  • G D
    Stood up and tried to focus
    C G A
  • I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
    G D
    I knew I could use a Bloody Mary
  • A7 D
    so I stumbled next door to the bar
     
  • Chorus:
    D Bm F#m
    And now I must confess, I could use some rest
  • G A7 D
    I can't run at this pace very long
    Bm F#m
  • Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
    G A7 D
    But it cleans me out and then I can go on
  •  
    There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray
    Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A
  • I was feeling tired, then I got inspired
    And I knew that it wouldn't last long
    So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
  • and then I made up this song
     
    (repeat chorus)
  •  
    Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts
    There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts
  • It's time to close the shutters, it's time to go inside
    In a week I'll be in gay Paris
    Well that's a mighty long airplane ride
  •  
    (repeat chorus and fade)
     
  • Chord diagrams:
    Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|
     
  •  
    Intro: A D D6 (see bottom for chord diagrams)
    A D A D
  •  
    A D A
    Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
  • D A A7
    Play fiddle tunes under the stars
    D A F#m
  • Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
    B7 E
    Hustle on down to the bars
  • D A A7
    Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
    D A E E7
  • An occasional bottle of wine
    D A
    That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
  • E E7 D A
    To be living and dying in three quarter time
     
  • Chorus:
    A E7 D A
    And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
  • D A E E7
    take me to stars that you know
    F#m D A
  • Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
    E E7 A
    I want so badly to go
  •  
    Well, the left foot it'll follow
    Where the right foot has travelled
  • Down to the sidewalks unglued
    And into the street of my city so neat
    Where nobody cares what you do
  • And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic
    And Mason has jumped in the sea
    And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat
  •  
    E7 A
    Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me
  • (repeat Chorus)
     
    Well the sunrise will bring on
  • The sleep that's escaped us
    And everyone's off to their beds
    There'll be huggin' and squeezin'
  • A little pleazin' and teasin'
    And rubbin' of each other's heads
    So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,
  • Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme
    That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
    To be living and dying in three quarter time
  • (repeat chorus and fade)
     
    Chord diagrams: B7 - x212o2 D6 - xxo2o2
  •  
    Intro: G C G G C G
     
  • G C G
    I want to go back to the island,
    C D G
  • where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
    Em
    Give me oysters and beer
  • A7 D
    for dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine
    D7
  • I'll feel fine
     
    Chorus:
  • C D G
    'Cause I want to be there
    | D |
  • C |1. lie beside | Em
    I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there
    |3. die beside |
  • C G B7 Em
    With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
    A7 D G C G
  • and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
     
    Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water
  • Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze
    Salt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin
    And make you feel fine
  • It makes you feel fine
     
    (repeat chorus)
  •  
    Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal
    Get that pack gear up and let's move
  • I want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away
    And leave us behind
    I've made up my mind
  •  
    (repeat chorus and fade)
     
  • Chords diagrams:
    Em - |o22ooo| D7 - |xxo212| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2|
     
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