Song: Yuma
Band: Justin Townes Earle
Album: Yuma (EP)
Tuning: Standard
Capo: 5th fret
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The song is played in a modified Travis picking style with a
few notes dropped, and a few hammers added, esp. on the Am to
make it interesting. Plays very nicely on a Dobro resonator
guitar. For timing, every line represents 8 beats.
Atypical chords
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C - 332010 (C/G)
F - 13321x (not barred)
- 32003x
Gsus4- 32001x
32000x
Gsus2- 3202xx
G 3200xx
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INTRO
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VERSE 1
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Well he woke up that mornin and he called into work
Put on his daddy s old suit with a 2nd hand shirt
All un-tucked, shoes un-tied
People all snickered as he walked by
So he stopped into a bar and bought a shot of Stephen s
And another
He bummed a cigarette instead of talkin with a stranger
About the weather
And then he paid his bill and he stepped outside
And fell down into the street
He cursed and he cried as he climbed back up to his
feet again
VERSE 2
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So up the road he found a payphone and called his mom
He said Mom I think I ll be coming home
I ve been feeling so bad, I m tired of this city.
Ain t been the same since I lost my pretty
Angeline, and Mom I miss her
so.
It s been over a year and there ain t nothin I fear
So much as being alone.
And then he hung up the phone without saying good bye
Stopped in the store and bought a postcard and signed it
Fare the well, and sent it back home
To Yuma.
(Instrumental transition)
C C G (4 beats, 2 beats, 2 beats)
BRIDGE
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Looking back I d say,
It wasn t so much the girl
As it was the booze and the dope
And the way he took the weight of the world up upon his
Shoulders
And then he washed the blue from his eyes as he grew
colder
After all those lonely nights there left alone.
(Instrumental transition)
G5 Gsus4 G Gsus2 (2 beats per chord)
G (4 beats only)
VERSE 3
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So he was just 23 when he stepped out on that ledge
It was his weary heart that pushed him to the edge
He was tired of living life, looking for love.
A weary heart just needs a little touch
And it is too much to ask, he cried as he stepped into the
wind.
He turned his back on the world and he fell back to earth
again.
So with the wind in his hair and a smile on his face
He crashed through the hood of an Oldes 98
And he lay there and died on a cold winter s day
All alone
All alone.
--crookedpath