And I don t know if that s the sands or the tropical fruits
I don t believe all the things I see
A7/Bb
But I m still bettin on you and me
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
A met a girl who looked like a movie star
She was goin for a ride and I don t mean in a car
Had the brain about the size of a frozen pea
But on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
A big fat man s gonna make me a king
He gotta see through tan and a pinky diamond ring
Slick back hair, shirt to his thigh
Import silk, slave labor dyed
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
A tattoo is a popular accoutrement
It come in red and in blue and it says anything you want
Some folks say your gonna regret
But the somedays haven t come around just yet
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.
And the boy-s sell their souls on the boulevard
And that s a shirt-free store where they don t take credit cards
From the hills to the chills it s a quick fall down
It s a great big city it s a real small town
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
(9)
Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.
(9) A7/Bb
e- 0 0 2 2 0 0
b- 0 3 3 0 2 2
g- 1 1 1 2 0 0
d- 2 0 0 1 2 2
a- 2 2 2 2 0 1
E- 0 0 0 x x x
The chunking pattern goes root chord chord per measure. When a chord is held over one measure the pattern changes to root chord chord, fifth chord chord.
You Mama, You
[Intro] just strumming a G chord
When I was young and pushed around
And beaten up and beaten down
Who d I run to mama tell me who
And as I grew to be a man
And all the world held such élan
I did what I thought I just had to do
It was you mama you, it was you all along
It was you I ran away from I was wrong
And if I could I d change my life
I swear to God I d cut it out with a knife
And with a glue stick I d reapply it in a song
Continue the same chunking pattern
And laid back Kerouac never had no heart attack
Drinking and thinking about the place he ran back to
The moloch is an old man the moloch is a love-lack
Bending for a quick snack remembering his friend Jack
Mama sometimes and I remember you
chorus
Man loves woman
Mother loves child
Sometimes I call my lady mama
So I can feel at home for a while
So I can feel at home for a while
Looking around at all the Mellencamp towns
The excuses and the nooses where the coffee grounds
I found places and traces of a storybook world
And I went out there for a ride
On the misty coast but the holy host
is under the Mickey D s American flag and it s unfurled
chorus
Man loves woman sometimes
Mother loves child
Sometimes I call my lady mama
So I can feel at home for awhile
So I can feel at home for awhile
(Fig. 2)
Am Am/G Am/F# Am/F Am/E Am
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(Fig.1)
George died in the fifth grade
No one ever knew why
He was out selling lemonade
On the Fourth of July, and he died
Sister Claire said that he was
An angel on earth
She stood there and she told us
She had clearly rehearsed every verse
Of the lies that tie you down
I ve forgotten my first love
I haven t seen her since when
There s a bum on the corner
He thinks that I m his best friend, we pretend
He says the rapture is any day
That s when God s coming round
But maybe he best stay away
They ll run him right out of town, like a clown
With the lies that tie you down
There are times when a man feels
That it s him against the world
There are times when a man steals
From the love of his girl
There are days when a beast dies
Long before the gun
And there are days when a crow flies
Straight into the sun, to be done
With the lies that tie you down
The lies that tie you down
The lies that tie you down
(Fig. 2)
Nineteen-ninety
Nineteen-ninety
Nineteen-ninety nine
It s almost time
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(fig. 1)
I m not immune so I commune
With the objects in my home
I am caressed by my razor
And so am not alone
I spoon an oversized pillow
I bought for such that use
And to the flowers in my garden
I am lover not recluse
If you my dear were such a flower
You would stay and only grow
And I would tend to you and water baby
And straight up would you go
You would spread and maybe blossom
With each passing summer s day
And not the suitors from a hundred hives
Could draw your love away
(Fig. 3)
Then as autumn shut the light
Down in advance of winter s bite
According to true lover s creed
You would not die but go to seed
(Fig. 1)
For so it is with paper towels
And other things about my place
The old begets the new
And the things I need keep up to pace
But you my dear are gone forever
You left no silly seed behind
Save a rotten pit it lingers
Cherry stone in my mind
(Fig. 2)
You re not a paper towel, no
You re like the wind go howling
(Fig. 3)
You fled as if the autumn greys
Were the herald of final days
Uprooting with your seeds
An all cruel harvest of love s first fall
(Fig. 2)
You re not a paper towel
You re like the wind go howling
Can t wrap you around my dowel, no no
You re like the wind go howling
Bring her back for me Little Bo Peep
I ve got to find her I can t
Go to sleep
(Fig. 3)
In Between
(verse) (fill 1)
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b---3---3-|-3-3-3-3-|-1-1-1-1-|-1-----------|--|----------
d---0-----|-2-2-2-2-|-2-2-2-2-|-0-----------|--|----------
g---0-----|-0-0-0-0-|-3-3-3-3-|-2-0p2-2-----|--|----------
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(Chorus)
e--3-3-(2)-1-0-| of course there are slight variations, but
b--5-5-(4)-3-0-| this is the general just of it.
g--5-5-(4)-3-0-|
d--5-5-(4)-3-0-|
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(Verse chords)
Well I knew a dealer, Dan, and he d say Don t worry bout me
I m never gonna fit the plan and I ll never work for free
And then he spent some time in a State Penitentiary
I believe he made ten cents an hour
And I knew a girl in college as sweet as the summer sun
Never worried bout books or knowledge
She was busy having too much fun
And I hear these days she s livin at home with her three-year-old son
Readin up on women taking power
(Chorus chords)
The trees grow high
And the leaves they grow green
Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen
Don t be surprised little bro
When the world turns out mean
Life is what happens in between
(Verse chords)
Well I knew a man, old man, about ninety-five
He could hardly see nor stand but he was goddamn glad to be alive
And he said
Hey son go and taste of life
Get in your car and drive
And that s exactly what I do
But out here on the road
You know a man leads a simple life
Don t carry no heavy loads
And he don t get time for the lady or a wife
But sometimes the stars I m followin
Well they don t shine so bright
And that s when I wish I was home with you
(Chorus Chords)
And the trees they grow high
And the leaves they grow green
Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen
Don t be surprised little bro
When the world turns out mean
Life is what happens in between
[Verse chords + (fill 1)]
(Verse Chords)
Well you remember our dad
Remember what he said
He said
This here s a family
Gonna be together til we re dead
Ten years and two homes ago
It ain t quite what turned out to be
And I still hear those words
They ring and ring and ring inside of me
(Chorus Chords)
The trees grow high
And the leaves they grow green
Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen
Don t be surprised little bro
When the world turns out mean
Life is what happens in between
Life is what happens in between
Prophet
[Intro]
I guess I make my way OK, I guess I do
I guess I get by, just like you
I m keeping to myself though, if you don t mind
I don t want to leave any fingerprints
Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame
The Japanese they re up against it trying to match their
hand sizes with the household names
And I just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into
furry fairy prostitutes
And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and
I remember when I first had come to town
And you suggested that I kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then to me
And you, you re nothing to me
Nobody wants to help when you start with a please
To supplicate is not the way you ve got to put the other man down on his knees
But that s not why I arrived, no that was not the reason
Don t mind if I retire from a town without one just like a season. . .
I remember when I first had come to town
And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then to me
And you, you re nothing to me
(7b)
Waltzing slowly in
(7b) (7b) (7b)
Counter time to your piercing cameras before me
(7b)
Moving closer I ve
(7b) (7b) (7b)
Come to know that there s nothing in there to show me
Pretty good show she said
I kinda like your style
Well, maybe we could go to bed and I could help you run the three-minute mile
But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles
She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . .
I remember when I first had come to town
And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then, to me
And you, you re nothing to me
I remember when
(Repeat)
(7b)
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b- 0 0 0 0 1 0 3 3
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Life Lays Me Down
Repeated with variations for the main riff
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She was a faker
I was a fool
I tried to make her
I broke the rules
And over coffee
On the morning next
I learned the reddest
Have regrets
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life lays me down down
But my God was still coming around around
He was a salesman
I was a fool
He had retirement
I had a stool
And over bourbon
And a Coca Cole
I fought the bad guy
And I kept my soul
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life can lay me down down
But my God will still coming around around around around around
And it s a full house flush
With a bass and a brush
And a subtle soft shade
Of the cheekbone blade
And the world turns around
The sun that s found
To be casually gunning
For life overrunning
In heels
He squeals and reveals
God don t cut deals
He was a savior
I was a child
Programmed behavior
And a Santa smile
And over red wine
And a little bread
We commune with the divine
And the diva in the priest suit said
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Boy life lay you down down
But my God will still come around around around around around
And it s a drag queen sheriff of a ghost town
Probably since the last days of hate
When the mushroom clouds came down
Smoke signaling too late
And CNN broke the blow dry grip
For a flash of the end - like it s some hot tip
And God
If the last voice I hear on that community screen
Sounds deeper than Yours and doubly as mean
Then the Jedi knight was right
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life lay you down
Life can lay me down
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life lay me right down on the ground
Life can lay me down
Life can lay me down
Life can lay me down down down down
Life can lay me down
So hard sometimes I even sing like jazz fusion
And it s a full house flush
With a bass and a brush
And a subtle soft shade
Of the cheekbone blade
And the world turns around
The sun that s found
To be casually gunning
For life overrunning
In heels
He squeals and reveals
God don t cut deals
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life can lay me down
But my God will still come in
Around around around around around
My God
Baby Ruth in Atlanta BmBm Bm
I asked you for a ride I was lonely
And hoping to see you before I left town Bm
You said "I m sorry I d like to
If only I had had the time maybe next time around"
And I walked for miles and carried my bags
On streets with no sidewalks in search of a ride
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
(fill 1) Bm
And here from the bus I would like to say thanks Bm
Thank you
I had imagined a breakfast of coffee
And muffins maybe some cinnamon toast
If I believed I d gain your attendance
I could have provided the ho-holy host
And I walked for miles in search of a ride
On streets with no sidewalks and carried my bags
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus I d just like to say thanks
Thank you
Thanks a lot
Thank you not
Two seats behind me reclining
An angel is peering at me now from under a book
She catches me staring and smiles to the window
Again I m in love and with only a look
G6
And it must be it s true I am free G6
And last night a bird you know who spoke to me FmajG6
Saying welcome the solitude it s your family tree
Natural harmonics at the 12th fret
And you would ve been
Fmaj7 Dm (G D Dsus(2-3) D) repeat
Only a heaven
At noon I will fly to my city my prison
And you will be forever gone from my life
And soon I ll deny any lingering vision
Of me in some catalogue and you as my wife
Cause I walked for miles in search of a ride
On streets with no sidewalks and steep muddy banks
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus I d just like to say thanks
Thank you
Thank you
Thanks a lot
Thank you
I was walkin down the road carryin a heavy load
Feelin and believin that might ve been a prince toad
But no
Fill 1
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g-------| |---6-6---6--2--1--0--0-| |-2-2-----2--1--0--0-|
d-2-2---| |---5-5---5--4--3--2--0-| |-2-2-----4--3--2--0-|
a-2-2---| |-7-7-7-7-7--2--1--0--0-| |-0-3p0---2--1--0--0-|
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All figures have slight variations as the song progresses
Fill 2
e-3-
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(Fig.1)
Had all I can use of your silly teachin
Had all I can use of your silly preachin
(Fig. 2)
And here s the news I make on my wise
All I really need are some shoes my size
(Fig. 1)
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size
(Fig. 1)
Must be nice to be boy genius
In your paradise, you got the only penis
(fig. 3)
I know it s true, I can hypotheticalize
All I really need is some shoes my size
(Fig.1)
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size, nine-five, shoes my size
(Fig. 1)
I don t do much in the way of prayin
And I m out of touch with religious sayin s
(Fig. 3)
I think your cross is just a little too wide
All I really need is some shoes my size
(Fig. 1)
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size
Some shoes my size, nine-five, double wide, you provide
BmG6 Dsus(3-2)
e- 3 0 2 2 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 0
b- 3 1 3 3 1 0 1 1 3 0 3 3
g- 0 0 2 4 2 0 2 2 4 6 2 2
d- 0 2 0 4 3 2 2 3 5 7 0 0
a- 2 3 x 2 3 2 0 0 0 0 x x
E- 3 x x x 1 0 x x x x x x
Love Letters Amaj7Dmaj7
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Amaj7Dmaj7
Way down in SoHo town Amaj7Dmaj7
Where the lovely people love to be Amaj7Dmaj7
And they all write all their best lines down Amaj7Dmaj7
And they hope their hair turns white like Andy
There s a man who was almost king
He was lionized when they left the ring
And some time away was soon the end
And the truth is there s no one you can depend on
And love, I know
You re gone for good
I can t go back
But I know I should
A Boticellian beauty she was with a body of jelly
And a booty because
She turned the corner
She turned some heads
And before it was cool she wore black and blue keds
Sit and spin his old thirty threes
It was groovy again to know
Chucky s In Love with a friend
You can fall in the arms of each other
And nothin is like that brother
And love, I know
You re gone for good
I can t go back
But I know I should
Love is larger than letters
Taking up his sword again
It was a Mont-Blanc monogrammed pen
And he wielded the power of his PhD
While he sat there and gloated his Green screen tragedy
And love, I know
You re gone for good
I can t go back
But I know I should
Love, I know
You re gone for good
I can t go back
But I know I should
(Fig. 1)
I got a letter today
An invitation
The writing looked like you
Hello how are you, and by the way
Please RSVP I do
I thought of writing sad words
Of how it used to be
But I didn t wanna bring you down
I guess the bells ll ring pretty well without me
Don t worry bout me baby, I ll wear the thorny crown
I ll play the clown
If you think that I don t love you G/F#
You re dead wrong G/F#
And that don t matter anyway
Ddim7 C/G
I couldn t bear to see you up there with the white dress on
Here s my vow to you: I ll stay away (Fig. 1)
I remember when
In a lover s whisper you said
No other man would ever share your bed
But we both know that s not been so
And I wish I d never let you go
Now you ve found a better man instead
I wish you health and wealth
And a white house on the hill
And I, I hope you raise a family
Little boy and a little girl
A little more joy in this little old world
Would that it be enough for me
If you think that I don t love you
You re dead wrong
And that don t matter now anyway
I couldn t bear to see you up there with the white dress on
Here s my vow to you: I ll stay away
Cmaj7E6Cmaj7
Time rolls on and dreams they die Cmaj7E6
And I ve thrown out the pictures I had of you & I Cmaj7E6Cmaj7
And if you re wondering if love can be true Cmaj7
Well, think of me and my baby darling
Like I, like I do
Old friendships fade away
Love falls apart
And you ve not spent a single day outside my heart
And there s just one more dream I have inside for you
I hope you re smiling when
He turns around and says I do
I do
E6Bm7G/F#C/G Ddim7 Cmaj7
e-3 0 2 0 0 2 3 3 2 0
b-3 1 3 0 0 3 3 1 1 0
g-0 0 2 0 0 2 0 0 2 0
d-0 2 0 2 2 4 0 2 1 2
a-2 3 x 2 4 2 x 3 x 3
E-3 x x 0 0 x 2 x x x
More Than I Wanted
(tune almost a half step down for this one)
I heard nothing
But the empty slap of words
That was all I heard
When you spoke to me
Ah, ah aye
Ah, ah aye
I want you
You
Asked me if I knew
What a nipple was for
Put me on the floor
And then raped me to explode
Ah, ah aye
I found you
I had much more than I wanted
I found much more than I gave
The lives we re living
Are too complex for words
Yet we are turds
Of great philosophers
In the sky
Way up high
adoodle-doo
A9/E C/E A9/E C/E
I found much more than I wanted
A9/E C/E A9/E
I got much more than I gave
Mary had a little boy
And the little lamb
Who am
I...
And why...
Are you...
I got much more than I wanted
I got much more than I get
