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Wrinkled Crinkled Wadded Dollar Bill Tom: G
G C G
I've got a lot of blues on my mind
C G
And at least a million miles behind me
D7 C
And all that I've got between me
G
And Pauper's hill
D7 G
Is a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
G C G
Lake Michigan wind sure is cold
C G
And I need me a jacket for my shoulders
D7 C
I could buy one down at the surplus store
G
Cheap cotton twill
D7 G
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
Chorus :
D7 C
But I'm not bound and I never will.....be
G D7 G
to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
G C G
It sure smells good at the bakery
C G
And I stand and let the smell flood over me
D7 C
They sell them day old cakes mighty cheaply
G
I could eat my fill
D7 G
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
G C G
Lake Michigan waves hit the beach
C G
And I stand and let them wash at my feet
D7 C
And then I throw it just as far as I can
G
Into the chill
D7 G
My wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
Chorus :
D7 C
Cause I'm not bound and I never will.....be
D7 G
To a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
D7 C
No I'm not bound and I never will.......be
G D7 G
To a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
Thunderball Tom: Am Intro: (play the Am with a little hitch in your strum):
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Then: Am played with a Luther Perkins-style alternating bass.
VERSE ONE:
Am G There is a rumble in the sky and all the world can hear it call
Am F Am They shudder at the fury of the mighty Thunderball
G The power of her engines, now, has drowned in the sea
Am F Am But the deadly force from within her is somewhere running free
CHORUS:
F C F C
Thunderball, your fiery breath can burn the coldest man
F C Dm Am And who is going to suffer from the power in your hand
VERSE TWO:
Am G Somewhere, there is a man who could stop the thing in time
Am F Am He is known by very few but he's feared by all in crime
G By courage and by fighting, he has not been known to fall
Am F Am But neither has the fury of the mighty Thunderball
F C F C
Thunderball, your fiery breath can burn the coldest man
F C Dm Am And who is going to suffer from the power in your hand
VERSE THREE:
Am G Money hungry minds need a threat to launch a scheme
Am F Am But those, who hold the Thunderball, could rule the world, it seems
G Cannot the peaceful world find the clue to where she's gone
Am F Am The silent sea won't answer now but terror lingers on
F C F C
Thunderball, your fiery breath can burn the coldest man
F C Dm Am And who is going to suffer from the power in your hand
End of line licks:
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End of chorus:
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When He Reached Down His Hand For Me Tom: C
C G7 C
Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way
G7 C
I was wretched and vile as could be
F C
But my Savior in love gave me peace from above
G7 C
When he reached down his hand for me
F C
When he reached down his hand for me
G7
When he reached way down for me
C F C
I was lost and undone without my God or his Son
G7 C
When he reached down his hand for me
G7 C
I was near to despair when he came to me there
G7 C
And he showed me that I could be free
F C
Then he lifted my feet gave me gladness complete
G7 C
When he reached down his hand for me
Repeat #
Country Boy Tom: F
[F] Country [Bb] boy, ain't got no [F] shoes Country [Bb] boy, ain't got no [F] blues [F] Well, you work all day while you're wantin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan But at the end of the day, when your work is done You [C] ain't got nothin' but [F] fun.
Country [Bb] boy, ain't got no [F] ills Country [Bb] boy, don't owe no [F] bills [F] You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook And of everything's gonna turn out right You're [C] gonna fry fish to-[F] night.
[F] Country [Bb] boy, you're lucky [F] free Country [Bb] boy, I wish I was [C] you, and you were [F] me.
Country boy, got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta cut the weeds, you gotta plant the seed There's many a row you know you gotta hoe But when it's quittin' time, and your work is through There's a lot of life in you.
Country boy, got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a holler log Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun And with a shell or two, and your dog and you When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried.
Country boy, you got lots to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes.
I Came To Believe Tom: G Intro: | G | G |
G C
I couldn't manage the problems I laid on my - self
D G
And it just made it worse when I laid them on somebody else.
C
So I fin'lly surrendered it all, brought down in de - spair.
D D7 ch]G[/ch]
I cried out for help and I felt a warm Comforter there.
G7#5 C G
And I came to believe in a power much higher than I.
D D7 G
I came to believe that I needed help to get by.
G7#5 C G
In child like faith, I gave in and gave Him a try,
D D7 G
And I came to believe in a power much higher than I.
Interlude:
| G | G | G | G | | C | C | C | C | | G | G | D | D | | D7 | D7 | G | G |
C
Nothin' worked out when I handled it all on my own,
D G
And each time I failed, it made me feel twice as a - lone.
C
Then I cried, "Lord, there must be a sure and easier way,
D D7 G
For it just can not help that a man should lose hope and faith ev'ry day."
G7#5 C G
And I came to believe in a power much higher than I.
D D7 G
I came to believe that I needed help to get by.
G7#5 C G
In child like faith, I gave in and gave Him a try,
D D7 G
And I came to believe in a power much higher than I.
D D7 G And I came to believe in a power much higher than
Outro:
| C | G |
I Will Rock And Roll With You Tom: E Intro:||: E | E | E | E :||
E They used to call me rockabilly. All of us ran through
When Elvis opened up the door. Boo-bop-a-lop-bam-boo.
A E
I didn't ever play much rock and roll,
F#7 B7
'Cause I got so much country in my soul.
A E
But I'm a different man for lovin' you,
A
And I'd take a shot at what you asked me to.
B7 E
And, baby, I will rock and roll with you, if I have to.
Guitar Solo:
| E | E | E | E | | E | E | E | E | | A | A | A | A | | E | E | E | E | | A | A | A | A | | B7 | B7 | E | E | | E | E | E | E |
E Memphis, nineteen fifty-five on Union Avenue;
Carl and Jerry and Charlie and Roy and Billy Riley too.
A E
A new sun risin' on the way we sing,
F#7 B7
And a world of weirdos waitin' in the wings.
A E
But I love you, and though I'm past forty-two,
A
There are still a few things yet I didn't do.
B7 E
And, baby, I will rock and roll with you, if I have to.
Outro:
| E | E | E | E | | E | E | E | E | | A | A | A | A | | E | E | E | E | | A | A | A | A | | B7 | B7 | E | E | | E | E | E | E | Repeat and fade
Legend Of John Henrys Hammer Tom: G Intro: ||: G | G | G | G :|| | G | G |
G
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight.
D
He said, "Before the sheriff comes, I wanna tell you.
G C G
Listen boy," He said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track.
Learn to pick and shovel too. And take my hammer.
D G
It'll do anything you tell it to.
N.C. G
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies.
D
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times.
G C G
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money,
He said: "I'll pay you a quarter at a time, startin' tomorrow.
D G
That's pay for a steel driver on this line."
G Then the section foreman said, "Hey, hammer swinger, N.C. I see you brought your own hammer, boy,
But what else can all them muscle do?"
G
And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track.
I can pick and shovel too." ("Can you swing a hammer, boy")
D G
"Yes sir, I can do anything you hire me to."
G
("Now, ain't you somethin', so high and mighty with your muscles.
Just go ahead, boy, and pick up that hammer. Pick up the hammer.")
He said, "Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times.
I'll pay you a nickel a day for ev'ry inch you sink into.
D G
Go on and do what you say you can do."
G
With a steep-nosed hammer on a four foot switch handle,
D
John Henry raised it back till it touched his heels.
G C G
Then the spike went through the crosstie and split it half in two.
Thirty five cents a day for drivin' steel.
("Sweat, sweat boy, sweat. You owe me two more swings.")
E
"I was born for drivin' steel."
E
Well, John Henry hammered in the mountain.
B7
He'd give a grunt and he'd give a groan with every swing.
E A E
The women folks for miles around heard him and came down
To watch him make the cold steel ring. Lord, what a swinger.
B7 E G
Just listen to that cold steel ring.
G
But the bad boss came up laughin' at John Henry.
D
Said, "You full of vinegar now, but you 'bout through.
G
We gonna get a steam drill to do you share if drivin'.
Then what's all them muscle gonna do, huh, John Henry?
D G
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
G
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
D
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees.
N.C.
Did the Lord say that machines oughta take the place of livin'?
And what's the substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen it.
G
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?"
G
John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap;
D
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell.
G C G
The mine boss hollered, "Get up, who-ever you are and get a pickax.
Give me enough coal to start another hill and keep it burnin'.
D G
Mine me enough to start another hill."
G D
John Henry said to his Captain, "A man ain't nothin' but a man.
G C G
But if you'll bring that steam drill around I'll beat it fair and hon - est.
I'll die with a hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughin',
D G
'Cause you can't replae a steel drivin' man."
G
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain.
D
John Henry said to the steam drill, "How is you?
N.C.
Pardon me, Mister Steam Drill. I suppose you didn't hear me.
I said, how are you? Huh?
G
Well, can you turn a jack, can you lay a track?
Can you pick and shovel too?
D G N.C. E
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you."
E
Two thousands people hollered, "Go, John Henry!"
B7
Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in!"
E
John Henry told the Captain, "Tell the kind folks don't to worry.
It ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind. It keeps me breathin'.
B7 E G
This steel driver's muscle, I ain't tin.
G
Captain, tell the people move back farther.
D
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill.
G
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it.
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills, Lord, Lord.
D G N.C. E
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills."
E
Well, John Henry had a little woman.
B7
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann.
N.C.
Yeah, that was his good woman.
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home.
He lay down to rest his weary back. And early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Polly Ann. Come here, sugar.
You know, I believe this is the first time I ever
Watched the sun come up that I couldn't come up.
Take my hammer, Polly Ann, and go to that railroad.
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it.
And when you're swingin' with the lead man, they'll all know,
They'll all know you're John Henry's woman.
But, but tell 'em that ain't all you can do.
E A E Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track.
I can pick and shovel too. Ain't no machine can.
B7 E N.C. G
That's been proved to you."
G
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house.
D
The section hands laid him in the sand.
G
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
N.C.
They slow down, they take off their hats, the men do.
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin' his back, some of 'em say,
"Mornin', steel driver. You sure was a hammer swinger."
Then they go on by pickin' up a little speed.
G
Click-A-dee clack. Click-A-dee clack. Click-A-dee clack. Click-A-dee
clack.
G
(Yonder lies the steel drivin' man, oh, Lord.
D G
Yonder lies the steel drivin' man.)
A
||: (Yonder lies the steel drivin' man, oh, Lord.
E A
Yonder lies the steel drivin' man.) :|| Repeat and fade
Singing In Vietnam Talking Blues Tom: G Intro:||: G | G :||
G
One mornin' at breakfast I said to my wife,
C
"We've been ev'rywhere once and some places twice."
A7
As I had another helping of country ham, she said,
D
"We ain't never been to Vietnam,
G
And there's a bunch of our boys over there."
C D7
So we went to the Orient, Saigon.
G
Well, we got a big welcome when we drove in
C
To the gates of a place that they call Long Ben.
A7
We checked in and ev'rything got kind of quiet.
D
But a soldier boy said, "Just wait till tonight.
G C
Things get noisy, things start happenin'.
D7
Big, bad firecrackers."
G
Well, that night we did about four shows for the boys
C
And they were livin' it up with a whole lot of noise.
A7
We did our last song for the night
D
And we crawled into bed for some peace and quiet.
G C
But things weren't peaceful and things weren't quiet.
D7
Things were scary.
G
Well, for a few minutes, June never said one word,
C
And I thought at first that she hadn't heard.
A7
Then a shell exploded not two miles away.
D
She sat up in bed and I heard her say,
G C
"What was that?" I said, "That was a shell or a bomb."
D7
She said, "I'm scared." I said, "Me too".
G
Well, all night long that noise kept on,
C
And the sound would chill you right to the bone.
A7
The bullets and the bombs and the mortar shells
D G
Shook our bed ev'ry time one fell and it never let up.
C D7
It was gonna get worse before it got any better.
G
Well, when the sun came up, the noise died down.
C
We got a few minutes sleep and we were sleepin' sound.
A7
Then a soldier knocked on our door and said,
D G
Last night they brought in 7 dead and 14 wounded.
C
D7
And would we come down to the base hospital and see the boys. Yeah.
G
So, we went to the hospital ward by day
C
And ev'ry night we were singin' away.
A7
Then the shells and the bombs till dawn again,
D
And the helicopters brought in the wounded men.
G C D7
Night after night, day after day, comin' and goin'.
G
So, we sadly sang for them our last song
C
And reluctantly we said, "So long."
A7
We did our best to let 'em know that we care
D
For ev'ry last one of 'em that's over there.
G
Wether we belong over there or not,
C D7
Somebody over here loves 'em and needs 'em.
G
Well, now, that's about all that there is to tell
C
About that little trip into livin' hell.
A7
And if I ever go back over there anymore,
D
I hope there's none of our boys there for me to sing for.
G
I hope that war is over with
C D7 G
And they all come back home to stay in peace.
That Lucky Old Sun Tom: A
A F3m F+
Up in the mornin', out on a job,
A/E D A
Work like devil for my pay,
A7 D Dm A F#m Dm/F
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
A/E E7sus4 A
But roll around Heaven all day.
A F#m Dm/F
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids,
A/E D A
Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray,
A7 D Dm A F#m Dm/F
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
A/E E7sus4 A
But roll around Heaven all day.
C#7 F#m C#m D A
Good Lord up a - bove, can't you hear me cryin'?
E7sus4 A
Tears all in my eyes.
C#7 F#m C#m D A
Send down that cloud with your silvery linin'.
B7 E
Lift me to para - dise.
E7 A F#m Dm/F
Oh show me that river, take me a - cross.
A/E D A
Wash all my troubles a - way.
A7 D Dm A F#m Dm/F
Like that lucky old sun give me nothin' to do
A/E E7sus4 A
But roll around Heaven all day.
A7 D Dm A F#m Dm/F
Like that lucky old sun give me nothin' to do
A/E E7sus4 A
But roll around Heaven all day.
The Big Battle Tom: A Intro: | A | A | A | A |
A
I think, sir, the battle is over;
E7
And the young soldier lay down his gun.
I'm tired of running for cover;
A
I'm certain the battle is done.
D A
O'er sea over there where we fought them
E7 A
It's quiet, for they've all gone away.
All left is the dead and the dyin',
E7 A
the blue lyin' long side the grave.
Interlude:
| G | G | G | G |
G
So, you think the battle is over,
D7
and you even lay down your gun.
You carelessly rise from your cover,
G
for you think the battle is done.
C G
Now, boy, hit the dirt, listen to me,
D7 G D7
for I'm still the one in command.
G
Get flat on the ground here beside me
D7 G
and lay your ear to the sand.
Interlude
| A | A | A | A |
A
Can you here the deafening rumble?
E7
Can you feel the trembling ground?
It's just the horses and wagons
A
that make such deafening sound.
D A
For ev'ry shot fired had an echo
E7 A E7
and ev'ry man killed wanted life.
A
There lies your friend, Jim McKinney.
E7 A
Can you take the news to his wife?
Interlude
| G | G | G | G |
G
No, son, the battle's not over;
D7
the battle has only begun.
The rest of the battle will cover
G
the part that has blackened the sun.
C G
The fight yet to come's not with cannons,
D7 G D7
Nor will the fight be hand to hand.
G
No one will regroup the forces;
D7 G
No charge will a gen'ral command.
Interlude
| A | A | A | A |
A
The battle will rage in the bosom
E7
of mother and sweetheart and wife.
Brother and sister and daughter
A
will grieve for the rest of their lives.
D A
Now, quiet, rise from your cover.
E7 A E7
Be thankful that God let you live,
A
to go fight the rest of the battle
E7 A
for those who gave all they could give.
Interlude
| G | G | G | G |
G
I see, sir, the battle's not over;
D7
the battle has only begun.
The rest of the battle will cover
G
this part that has blackened the sun.
C G
For though there's no sound of the cannon,
D7 G D7
and though there's no smoke in the sky,
G
I'm droppin' my gun and the saber,
D G
and ready for battle am I.
The Rebel Johnny Yuma Tom: A
Intro:
A E A
(Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma.)
A D E A
Johnny Yuma was a rebel, he roamed through the west,
D E A
Did Johnny Yuma the rebel, he wandered a-lone.
F#m C#m
He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad.
A
He packed no star as he wandered far
D
Where the only law was a hook and a draw.
A
The rebel Johnny Yuma.
A D E A
Johnny Yuma was a rebel, he roamed through the west,
D E A
Did Johnny Yuma the rebel, he wandered a-lone.
F#m C#m
He searched the land, this restless lad.
A
He was a panther quick and leather tough
D
If he figured that he'd been pushed enugh.
A
The rebel Johnny Yuma.
C
(Johnny Yuma)
A D E A
Johnny Yuma was a rebel, he roamed through the west,
D E A
Did Johnny Yuma the rebel, he wandered a-lone.
Am Em
Fightin' mad, this rebel lad.
C
With a dream he'd hold till his dyin' breath,
F
He'd search his soul and gamble with death.
C
The rebel Johnny Yuma.
(Johnny Yuma.)
The Shifting Whispering Sands Tom: G Intro: | C | C | C | C |
G
I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands
While prospecting in a western state.
C
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks,
The bones of the cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun.
G
I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sand.
And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound,
C F
And suddenly realized that even though the wind was quiet,
C
The sand did not lie still.
I seemed to be surrounded by a mystery
D7
So heavy and oppresive I could scarcely breathe.
G
For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the valley,
C Seeking answers to the many questions that raced through my mind.
Where was ev'ryone? Why the white bones, the dry wells,
G
The baron valley where the people must have lived and died?
I sat down and buried my face in my hands.
C
And resting, I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.
How I managed to escape from the valley, I don't know.
G
But now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you
What I learned out on the desert so many years ago.
C
G7
(When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow,
C
One would think the sand was resting but you'll find this is not so.
G7
It is whisp'ring, softly whisp'ring, as it slowly moves a-long.
C
And those who stop and listen, it will sing this mournful song.
F C
Of side-winders and the horn toad on the thorny chaparral,
D7 G
In the sunny days and the moonlight nights, the lonely coyotes yell.)
C
G7
How the stars seem they could touch you as you lay and gaze on high
C At the heavens where you're hoping you'll be going when you die.
You Win Again Tom: E
E A
The news is out all over town
E B7
That you've been seen a runnin' 'round.
E A
I know that I should leave, but then,
E B7 E
I just can't go; you win a-gain.
A E
This heart of mine could never see
B7
What ev'rybody knew but me.
E A
Just trusting you was my great sin.
E B7 E
What can I do? You win a-gain.
E A
I'm sorry for your victim now,
E B7
'Cause soon his head like mine will bow.
E A
He'll give his heart, but all in vain
E B7 E
And someday say, you win a-gain.
A E
You have no heart, you have no shame.
B7
You take true love and give the blame.
E A
I guess that I should not com-plain.
E B7 E
I love you still, you win a-gain.
Bad News
Tom: A
Intro: | A | A | A | A |
| A | A | A |
A Well, bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow.
They call me "Wildfire", 'cause ev'rybody knows
D7 A
I'm bad news ev'rywhere I go.
E7
Always gettin' into trouble
A
And leavin' little girls that hate to see me go.
A They tried to hang me in Oakland and they did in Fransisco.
But I wouldn't choke, I broke their rope and they had to let me go,
D7 A
'cause I'm bad news ev'rywhere I go.
E7
Always gettin' into trouble
A
And leavin' little girls that hate to see me go.
A Now, from north to south to east to west, the story is the same.
From one state to another I have to change my name,
D7 A
'cause I'm bad news ev'rywhere I go.
E7
Always gettin' into trouble
A
And leavin' little girls that hate to see me go.
Bridge
| B | B | B | B | | B | B | B |
B Well, now I picked peaches in Georgia, I lumberjacked in Maine.
I've been hired, fired and jailed; any town you can name,
E7 B
'cause I'm bad news ev'rywhere I go.
F#7
Always gettin' into trouble
B
And leavin' little girls that hate to see me go.
Ballad Of Boot Hill Tom: G
G
Here lies Les Moore,
D
four slugs from a forty-four,
G
no Les no more.
Em G
Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson,
Em D
where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home,
there's a town they call Tombstone
G
where the brave never cry.
Em D G
They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die.
Em G
It's been a long time now since the town was a boon.
Em D
The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon.
G
Just one look will tell you that this town was real.
Em D G
A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill.
Em G
Walk up to the fence there and look at the view;
Em D
That's where they were hangin', eighteen-eighty-two.
G
It's easy to see where the brave men died;
Em D G
Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified.
Em G
At night, when the moon shines so far away,
Em D
It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves.
G
There lies Billy Klen; never wanted to kill,
Em D G
but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.
(Boot Hill.)
Frankies Man Tom: A
A Well, now, Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts;
They were true as a blue, blue sky.
D A
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye,
E A
But he was her man nearly all of the time.
A Well, Johnny, he packed up to leave her,
But he promised he'd be back.
D A
He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track.
E A
He said, "I'm your man; I wouldn't do you wrong."
A Well, Frankie curled up on the sofa,
Thinkin' about her man.
D A
Far away the couples were dancin' to the music of his band.
E A
He was Frankie's man; he wasn't doin' her wrong.
A Then in the front door walked a redhead,
Johnny saw her right away.
D A
She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played.
E A
He was Frankie's man, but she was far away.
A He sang ev'ry song to the redhead,
She smiled back at him.
D A
The he came and sat by her table, where the lights were low and dim.
E A
What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt her none.
A Then the redhead jumped up an slapped him;
She slapped him a time or two.
D A
She said, "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checkin' up on you.
E A
If you're her man you better treat her right."
A Well, the moral of this story
Is be good but carry a stick.
D A
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick.
E A
He was Frankie's man, and he still ain't done her wrong.