1. |
Hey Ma
03:20
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Hey Ma
(based on the timbre of Bob Dylan’s “It’s alright, Ma, 1965)
01/25/07 - NMB
Hey Ma
What you heard
Where you gonna find
All the pretty words
To tell me
Hey Dad
What you had
To do to become
The things you said you’d
Never be
I’m not a child
Of the left or right
I’m not a foe
Or friend to fight
I’m just me
I’m not the one
That did you right or wrong
I’m not here
To sing your song
Of misery
Hey Joe
Where did you go
And now that youre’ back
Can you make any sense
Out of what you know
Hey Girl
What’s your scene
Do you know what it means
To live all you dreams
And destroy the world
I’m not the one who says
Stop or go
I’m not the one to tell you
Yes or no
I’m just free
I’m not the one to pay
For all your sins
If your god is dead
Then when you join him
You will see
All the little boys
And all their little toys
Lined up in rows
But nobody knows
Which ones are WMD’s
So, hey Ma
Have you heard
There are no words
For you or anyone to
Comfort me
Hey Dad
You know that I’ve had it
With all the lies and bullshit
That have been
Fed to me
I’m not a child
Of the left or right
I’m not a foe
Or friend to fight
I’m just me
I’m not the one
That did you right or wrong
I’m not here
To sing your song
Of misery
I’m not the one who says
Stop or go
I’m not the one to tell you
Yes or no
I’m just free
I’m not the one to pay
For all your sins
If your god is dead
Then when you join him
You will see
All the little boys
And all their little toys
Does anyone wanna try
And stop all the NOISE
verse:
E7
G
C
D
E7
E7.63-E7-31-E7
chorus:
G
D
AM7
C
E7
E7.63-E7-31-E7
copyright 2007 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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2. |
Okay Again
03:27
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Okay Again (#322)
09/03/13 - FtLd
Johnny’s in the factory
Pulling on the chain
Mollie’s in the basement
Doing everything again
And Willie’s on the sidewalk
Hitting on another toke
While Suzie’s down on Dorsey
Trying to find another Joe
And it’s the same old
It’s the same old game
With the clowns running round
Making rules up in the rain
But don’t you ever let them tell you
That it’s always just been this way
And everything will be okay
Okay again
And Chester’s on the second floor
Tearing up his check
Seems it always gets too hot out
When he wears his rubber neck
And the Jones’ are all jonesing
For another horse to ride
They ain’t seen a good one in a while
It’s a wonder that they ain’t all died
Cause it’s the same old
It’s the same old game
With the clowns running round
Making rules up in the rain
But don’t you ever let them tell you
That it’s always just been this way
And everything will be okay
Okay again
And the policeman says the shooter
He was always meant to die
But the priest he disagrees
As he offers up the man’s last rites
And the baker closes shop
Another day he’s in the red
Wishing he could run away
And never bake no more bread
But it’s the same old
It’s the same old game
With the clowns running round
Making rules up in the rain
But don’t you ever let them tell you
That it’s always just been this way
And everything will be okay
Okay again
Okay again
verse:
28.49.57 - 47.56.67
45.57.65 - 38.47.56.67 (all 2x)
chorus:
45.54.65 - 47.56.67
28.49.57 - 210.39.410
312.49.510 - 210.312.410
Ef2 - 47.56.67
end:
38.47.56.67
(Crazy pick - 4 beat)
copyright 2013 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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3. |
Party Til I Die
04:00
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Party Til I Die
02/14/11 - FtLd
Hey little sister
Why you movin on
Have you seen my brother
Oh you know it’s been too long
I wanna...
Party in the daytime
Party in the night
Party in your daydreams
Party til I die
Party til I die
Hey pretty mamma
How you gettin on
I been down in the jailhouse
I been down too long
I say I wanna...
Hey father, father
How come you’re never wrong
I’ve grown to be just like you
With a shadow that’s too long
That’s why I wanna...
Hey Mr. Reaper
Can I come along
I know you’re comin for me
And it won’t be very long
So you know I wanna...
verse:
34.43.54.64
34.43.54.64
34.43.54.64
34.43.54.64
chorus:
42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64
42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64
42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64
37.46.57.67 - 35.44.55.65 - 34.43.54.64
37.46.57.67 - 39.48.59.69 - 34.43.54.64
end:
39.48.59.69
311.410.511.611
34.43.54.64
copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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4. |
Mobile Alabama
03:33
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Mobile Alabama
07/12/10 - NMB
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna wind up on the wrong side of the law
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna beat me shoot me till I am no more
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna tear myself from limb to limb
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna try and find my original sin
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna find what makes a man a slave
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna put that devil in the grave
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna dress up in my finest robes
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna burn up a cross and burn down my soul
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna find out what it means to be free
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna hang me down on Government Street
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna see what Martin left behind
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Now hush little puppy, mama’s doin fine
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna burn that cotton to the ground
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna sign my X and lay my babies down
Gonna take that whip and beat myself on down
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna hold that ku klux man up to the light
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna put Pandora’s lid back on real tight
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna listen to my long lost babies cry
Goin down to Mobile Alabama
Gonna lay me down on Davis Ave and die
intro:
29.38.49.57 - 36.45.56
31.51 - 32.41.51
slide up to 34
chords:
G#m - D# - G#m - C#m - E - D# - G#m
inter:
37.46.57 (E) - B6+45 (D#) - G#m
copyright 2010 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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5. |
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Raised In The Way Of The Lord
01/17/11 - FtLd
I was raised by my poor ma and pa
With the good book always by their side
They were nothing but cruel
With their fists and a rule
That if you didn’t work hard you would starve
So I suffered their pain
And turned off my brain
I was raised in the way of the lord
And when I had barely turned ten
I was taken off to birmingham
I was sold on the street
To a man who could preach
For a week’s worth of hard tack and gin
I was used as he said
I was even used in his bed
I was raised in the way of the lord
And when I was just fifteen
One day after serving him tea
I crept up from behind
And shot him in the spine
With the pistol he used to whip me
Then I lit up his home
And burned him to the bone
I was raised in the way of the lord
I went down tacumseh way
Where I bought me a horse and a slave
With the money I got
From the people I shot
And left dead by the road with no grave
But first I’d read them some lines
From the good book in my mind
I was raised in the way of the lord
A slave will do as he’s told
He will murder for dirt or for gold
And with two extra hands
I earned more than I dreamed
And became rich before I became old
But the law was not blind
And it knew in good time
I’d be raised in the way of the lord
In the year 19 hundred and 3
At the corner of savanah and lee
I got out of my car
With my slave chauffeur
To find forty johnny law aiming at me
So I drew for my gun
But I only shot one
I was raised in the way of the lord
I was raised in the way of the lord
verse 1 and 2:
30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 (2x)
28.36.47.60 - 28.39.47.60 - 27.37.47.60
30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60
33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62 - 32.42.52.60 - 30.40.52.60
33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62
30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60
verse 3 and 4:
30.42.60 becomes 30.42.52.60
30.44.60 becomes 30.44.55.60
30.45.60 becomes 30.45.57.60
verse 5 and 6:
add in 10 and 20
end:
21.32.40.62 - 42.53.63 - 45.54.65
33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62
30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 (4x)
30.42.60 - 60
beat:
3 by 3 - 6 pick
copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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6. |
Dime In A Bucket
03:31
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Dime In A Bucket (#348)
07/08/14 - FtLd
Dime in a bucket
Two dollar beer
Sweet Jesus
How’d I end up here
And it’s the labels
On all the tables
Saying these good girls
Are willing and able
For a shout out crying
To the cavalry
You know they come down here
Once a week to shoot up everything
A hole in my pocket
Keys on the floor
Not even sure if I can find my way
Back to that door
And it’s the sirens
Way off in the night
They’re begging me to go ahead
And start one more goddam fight
But I ain’t admitting
No I ain’t ashamed
Cause everyone says
That I’m the one to blame.... ho-ho
(break)
For a shout out crying
To the cavalry
You know they come down here
Once a week to shoot up everything
Dime in a bucket
Two dollar beers
Won’t you please tell me
How to get the hell outta here
Cause it’s those daydreams
That I just can’t seem
To drink away to get you outta
My long lost memories
So I shout out crying
To the cavalry
Won’t you please come down
And shoot up everything
intro:
35.46.55 - 60
verse:
47.57.65 - 23.42.53
21.32.61 - 35.46.55
47.57.65 - 23.42.53
21.32.61 - 37.46.57
chorus:
26.37.47 - 25.35.47
32.41.52 - 35.46.55
copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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7. |
Red Boots
02:28
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Red Boots
09/10/13 - FtLd
Red Boots
She walked right through the door
Red Boots
Didn’t need to say no more
Cause it’s time to call it quits
Time to even up the score
Red Boots (2x)
Red Boots
She walked up to the bar
Red Boots
Everyone just stood and stared
There ain’t nothing you can do
So just call the coroner
Red Boots (2x)
Red Boots
She put her drink right down
Red Boots
Then ordered up another round
Ain’t nothing gonna touch her
She could kill without a sound
Red Boots (2x)
The black widow got no venom
And the assassins they all hide when
Red Boot (2x)
Red Boots
She slowly turned around
Red Boots
And you da one she found
She the jury, judge and trial
But at least you go out with a smile
Red Boots (4x)
verse:
210.39.410 - 39.410.511
37.47.58 - 37.49.57 (all 2x)
chorus:
35.43.55 - 34.43.55
32.43.52 - 37.49.57
end:
210.39.410 - 212.313.412
210.39.410
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copyright 2013 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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