Alexis’ Farm (retread of Robert Zimmerman’s “Maggie’s Farm”) 05/12/10 - NMB I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more Alexis kicks my ass You know she kicks it nite and day She kicks it every time I’m here And she kicks it when I’m far away But she does it in such a loving way No, I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more I ain’t gonna work for the church no more I ain’t gonna work for the church no more I’m tired of them telling me things That I should and shouldn’t do When you know they’re doing things That are no good for me and you Just ask the children if you need a clue No I ain’t gonna work for the church no more Or the Boy Scouts of America I ain’t gonna work for the republican’s no more I ain’t gonna work for the republican’s no more I’m tired of hating people Just because they ain’t like me You know if guys could get pregnant You get an abortion at Micky D’s And if you’re gay that’s okay by me No I ain’t gonna work for the republican’s no more Or Chick-ful-o-Shit I ain’t gonna work for the drug companies no more I ain’t gonna work for the drug companies no more I’m tired of all their drugs All the drugs they’re sellin me When all I really want to do Is smoke some good old THC And you know god gave us that for free No I ain’t gonna work for the drug companies no more Or Monsanto (break) I ain’t gonna work for the war department no more I ain’t gonna work for the war department no more I’m tired of killing people Killing everyone I see Killing for a bunch of people Who don’t give two shits about me Like Exxon-Mobil, Chevron and BP No I ain’t gonna work for the war department no more Or the One Percent I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more Alexis kicks my ass You know she kicks it nite and day She kicks it every time I’m here And she kicks it when I’m far away But she does it in such a loving way I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more No I ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more Ain’t gonna work on Alexis’ Farm no more E - A - E copyright 2010 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Mary Mary Quite Contrary (for Enrique Batista - anarchist) 02/18/12 - FtLd Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Who plants your seeds Who pulls your weeds Who waters rakes and hoes Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Who handles pesticides Who must fertilize Whose lungs are exposed So Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Who keeps your animals caged Who feeds them their own waste Who breaks their backs and bones Oh Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow (break) Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Who crawls on the ground Who keeps your profits sound Whose chained to your company store Oh Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow Whose your slave Who is your human trade Who do you own... oh no no Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow (break - first verse) chords: 44.55.63 - 35.45.53 32.42 - Am - C - 42.53.61 23.35.45 - 35.47.57 end: C+63 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Whiskey River Road (B version) original - 03/04/12 - FtLd B version - 12/31/12 - FtLd Molly said it’s time For you to move again I can see your bags are packed Though you got nothing in your hands So you must be traveling down That Whiskey River Road again Now the seasons had been changing For quite some time now I could feel it in the wind And I could see it in her brow And I know that I’ll be traveling down That Whiskey River Road again And I never been to Texas And I never been to Spain But I can’t find where I’m going With a ticket in my hand Cause the road comes round behind you To take you where you been As it carries your through summer Winter fall and the spring So I guess I’ll just keep traveling down That Whiskey River Road again And the bottle is your ticket And that ticket is a thief Who steals all of your memories And then leaves you in the street Oh you know that’s how it is On that Whiskey River Road my friend And I cannot remember The last place I have been And I know one day her memory Will fade to the bourbon and the gin And I’ll never see my Molly On that Whiskey River Road again Cause I never been to London.... But Molly she refuses To let a tear fall from her eyes She’s been through this before And she knows all the reasons why But that none of it matters when That Whiskey River Road’s calling So I start to say I’ll see you But I know that it’s a lie So I turn and ran away So that she will not see me cry Cause I know I’ll never stop traveling down That Whiskey River Road again And I never been to Paris.... Yeah I guess I’ll just keep traveling down That Whiskey River Road again verse: 39.46.57 - 39.47.59 39.49.57 - 29.39.47 39.46.57 - 38.49.59 39.46.57 - 32.41.52 chorus: 314.414.512 - 313.413.511 311.411.59 - 38.49.59 end: 29.39.47 39.46.57 - 38.49.59 39.46.57 - 32.41.52 - 39.46.57 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Larry’s All Nite Smorgasbord 12/12/12 - FtLd In the jowls of heaven In the bowels of heaven They’ll chew you up Then spit you out once more That’s why I’m here At Larry’s Smorgasbord In the choirs of heaven There’s no room for liars in heaven That’s why I have a reservation Cause it’s all I can afford Yeah it’s gonna be alright If we stay here until the day lite At Larry’s All Nite Smorgasbord Cause Larry he got meatballs And he’s cooking up some spam He’ll put Alpo in a taco If you just pay him what you can It’s not your misdeeds But what you can’t see In every goddam thing that you eat At Larry’s Good Nite Smorgasbord In the weigh stations of heaven They’ll strip all your assignations And tell you it’s a game we don’t play no more So that’s why you’re here Instead of playing up there So please pass the salt and pepper If you would my dear At Larry’s All Nite Smorgasbord So you stole a little cash And now you wanna little bite But there’s only one place left to go That’s open every nite And if you can’t pay That’s really okay Cause they know You’re coming back anyhow anyways To Larry’s Good Bye Smorgasbord All the undertakers in heaven Can’t wait to fry your bacon For everything you did without remorse So pull up a chair No not that one over there That one’s saved for the guy Who we all now work for They call him Little Lucy But he’s really just a #2 please With a side of hot sauce If you don’t mind of course At Larry’s All Nite Smorgasbord 1st verse: 25.36.47* - 25.37.47* Ef5 - Ef2 - Amf2 Amf5 - Ef5 - E verses: 25.36.47* - 25.37.47* Ef5 - Ef2 - Amf2 Amf5 - Ef5 - EF2 Amf5 - E - Ef5 chorus: Amf2 - E - Ef5 - Ef3 - Ef2 Amf2 - Amf5 - E5 - Ef2 Amf5 - E - Ef5 * = add and subtract 27 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

King And Queen Of Alcohol 1976 - Syracuse, NY Long live the king and queen of alcohol Sitting on their bar stools in their high class drinking halls They don’t care if you got the money to pay your own way When they say come along and have some fun We’re gonna party out today Come along and have some fun We’re gonna party out today Hey hey hey Going out tonight - Gonna have a good time Gonna run around And try to find what I can find But before it’s all over Yeah before it’s all through Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true By singing.... Going out tonight - Gonna meet my old friends John Barleycorn, Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker Red And when it’s all over Yeah before it’s all through Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true By singing.... Going out tonight - Gonna raise a little hell And if I fall down, throw up, or I begin to smell Before it’s all over Yeah before it’s all through Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true Gonna let you know where my loyalty stands And to who I am so true By singing.... chords: E - B E - A - D E - B A - B E - B A - B E end: A - B - E copyright 1976 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

The Gypsy Rag Blues 03/20/12 - FtLd This is one of the rare instrumentals I have written. It is played in five or more accelerated rounds. intro: E - 37.46.57 (E) - 29.37.46 (E) - 210.39.47 (Am) rounds: 34.46.55 - 26.34.46.55 - 25.35.47 - 25.35.46 34.46.55 - 26.34.46.55 - 25.35.47 - 210.39.410 310.412.512 - 313.414.514 - 210.39.410 - 39.410.512 - 39.410.511 end: 34.46.55 - 26.34.46.55 - 35.44.56 - 34.43.55 - 32.41.53 E - 37.46.57 (E) - 29.37.46 (E) - 210.39.47 (Am) copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.