Always Lost (#335) 12/10/13 - FtLd I was sitting in the house Of my neighbor down the block Banging on everything Trying to make it stop But the crow and the little girl Lying in the lane Only seem to know when It’s time to come and go again And have you ever heard The crying in the rain And have you ever heard The whispering of the pain And you can come and go Where ever you may want But how will you ever get there If you’re always lost I was sitting in the house Of a railroad man Traveling to places That I never been But this station it ain’t set in concrete It’s set in sand And it always seems to wash away Whenever it can And have you ever heard.... I was sitting in the house The house of god Listening to the silence in my head That was too loud But the angels and the devil They all hang out in the same saloon Knocking back shots while Listening to their favorite tunes So have you ever heard.... (repeat first verse) guitar: re-tune with A dropped down to G verse: 13.63 - 23.42 - 13.63 13.63 - 21.42 - 13.63 25.37.45 - 25.35.45 - 13.63 (2x) chorus: 28.39.410 - 25.37.45 - 13.63 (2x) 210.311.412 - 28.39.410 - 13.63 210.311.412 - 213.414 - 13.63 end: 13.63 copyright 2013 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Dear God 08/05/86 - WPB dear god please keep the merry men they understand what it is we’re fighting for dear god please keep the little ones without them we’ve no one to hold tomorrow’s guns dear god i hope you will let me see what it’s all for before you’ve done away with me dear god you know i would like to think there’s some sense in all this senseless killing going on round me dear god please keep the lovers young it makes him brave it makes her wait until they’ve come undone dear god please keep the old men wise they guide us on to glory without regard for human life dear god it’s taken me a million years to make and yet within a moment it can all be blown away dear god how could things have come to this it seems we have so little left not even common sense dear god if you please keep all of these then maybe there would be no wars and i could live in peace dear god i think you are really mean to kill me june first sixty-nine in vietnam signed william green verse: D - D+31 - D+30 - D - D+13 chorus: E/b5 - E/b3 - D - A E/b5 - E/b3 - Am/b2 - A copyright 1986 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

I Had Another Day 06/09/12 - FtLd Crawling out to see what is what Everything’s in disarray And I wonder will it ever stop Or must I just go away And I had another day Yeah I had another day Can you please tell me Why I had another day And the lightening it ignites the spark That cannot be contained The explosions leave me fumbling From the shock that’s deafening And I had another day Yeah I had another day Won’t you please tell me Why I had another day And sister Mary’s crumbling What was now lays in waste And everyone is mumbling That someone else must pay And I had another day Yeah I had another day Can you please tell me Why I had another day intro/inter: Ef2 (F#) - E7 (2x) verse: 22.33.44.54 - 33.44.52 24.33.44.52 chorus: Ef4 (G#) - Af2 (B) Ef2 (F#) Ef4 (G#) - Amf2 (Bm) Ef2 (F#) Amf4 (C#m) - Af2 (B) Ef2 (F#) AF4 (G#) - Amf2 (Bm) Ef2 (F#) copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Liquor Lullaby 10/25/11 - FtLd I’ve traveled all around Yeah I’ve seen this big old world Had my share of men and women Little boys and little girls Seen what they mean when they say That this world is surely run by fools Tried my best to harm no one Maybe even did some good I been to Zanzibar Harlem and old Baghdad Cried tears in the Amazon Did window pain along Big Sur Floated down the Gange’s With a body by my side Did time in old San Quentin Cause someone had to die But I’m gonna roll these dice Just one more time my friend And if I roll snake eyes Then my luck ain’t on the mend But no matter if I win or lose It’s just the way I am And may the lord strike me with A lightening bolt if I get it wrong again Hey, hey, hey (3x) I struggled in the bowels Of the brigadier’s saloon I lifted ten thousand Sherpas All the way up to the moon I helped Saint Theresa rob a bank Down in old Singapore Then wrote a novel in a day About a ten dollar whore I crossed the grand canyon And ran the great divide Swam the Mariana trench And skied Mount Everest’s north side I was bowling in the hundred’s And golfing in the teens I was the hottest and the meanest Mother you’d ever seen (chorus) But the greatest thing I ever did Was fall in love with you From the moment that I saw you There was nothing I could do You were like a breath of fresh air In a smoke filled room You took me by surprise And then you took me to your room But I’d give it all back Just to be with you again I don’t remember what I said Or even what I did Cause the bottle it don’t speak It just tells you what to do So I’m sitting here just having One more drink to you (chorus) verse: C#m - A - F# 22.31.42 - 32.41.52 chorus: 29.38.49.57 (Edim) - A - F# 22.31.42 - 32.41.52 copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Talk To A Stranger 02/20/14 - FtLd The telephone’s ringing It’s just a wrong number The mailman is bringing A fistful (handful) of bother So it’s Tuesday What happened to Monday I can’t find my keys The car won’t start without ‘em And the laundromat takes change But it don’t give no change My clothes are still dirty And so is the water My computer says hello I say hello I talk to machines now If only they’d listen And the jacks and the aces All left for the weekend But never came back when They found what they been missing Now the days are outnumbered By nights with no thunder The silence it screams out All of my blunders And you could have told me But you did not know me So why would you bother Talking to a stranger The pizza man brings you Your dinner in cardboard It tastes just like cardboard Even if you tip him And the sheets are all empty Even when you lay there It’s just one more nightmare That you cannot figure So the telephones ringing It’s just a wrong number But if you don’t answer It’s probably your mudder verses: 34.45.54 - 35.45.53 45.55.63 - 43.53.61 (or 32.43.53) 47.56.67 break: verse then 49.57.68 - 28.49.57 - 45.54.65 49.57.68 - 28.49.57 28.36.47 - 47.56.67 end: 45.55.63 copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

This Morning 09/04/11 - FtLd Does everything seem to be so boring Does everything seem to be the same If I held out my hand to you as a warning Would you take it and gently move it out of your way And I can’t tell you anything that I did this morning Maybe I’ll wake up later today 24-7 is so annoying The repetition is never new And every time before I get to see who is calling Seems they hang upon me every time too soon And I can’t tell you anything that I did this morning Maybe I’ll wake up this afternoon And if I tried to change my story Does it matter what ever I should choose But I will never fight you for the glory Cause why should anyone ever have to win or lose And I can’t tell you anything that I did this morning Not until I wake up from these blues chords: 34.45.53 - 35.45.53 E7f3 (G7) - Ef3 (G) 28.49.57 - 49.57.68 - E7f3 (G7) - Ef3 (G) 33.42.53 - 32.41.52 - Em - 33.42.53 45.54.65 - 35.44.55 - E7f3 (G7) - Ef3 (G) copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.