Songs

Catch the Wind - Donovan

CATCH THE WIND (Donovan Leitch)
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[Actually in Eb; capo 3.]
[Each chord is one measure.]


C C F G   C F C C
[intro]

    C   C     F    F
In the chilly hours and minutes
   C     C  F     F
Of uncertainty,  I want to be
C    C    F    G   C  C G G
In the warm hold of your loving mind

  C    C   F    F
To feel you all around me
    C     C   F      F
And to take your hand along the sand
C     C      F    G    C  F C C
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

F      F      Em   Em
Deedee dee dee, dee dee deedee
    F   F    D7/F# D7/F#
Dee dee deedee, dee dee deedee
    G  G/E G/F G/E
Dee de deeee

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind

For standing in your heart
Is where I want to be and long to be
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

C C F F  C C F F
[harmonica solo]
C C F G  C C G G
[harmonica solo]
C C F F  C C F F
[harmonica solo]
C C F G  C F C C
[harmonica solo]

C C F F  C C F F
[guitar only]
C     C      F    G    C  F C.
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

Born to Run Emmy Lou

Emmylou Harris  Born To Run  written by Paul Kennerley

Frank Reckard  lead guitar
Steve Fishell  steel guitar
Don Johnson   piano
Mike Bowden   bass
John Ware    drums 
Barry Tashian  guitar/harmony
Donivan Cowart  harmony

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A              D     G  D  A
Well I never did crawl and I never did toe that line
A           D  G   D  A
No man is a master to me I ain't that kind
    D    G     D
I just put on my traveling shoes
           G     D    E
If you wanna win you just can't lose the time
    A
Or stay behind
      D    A
Well I was born to run
    D      A
To get ahead of the rest
   D     A       E   A
And all that I wanted was to be the best
    D  A    D    A
Just to feel free and be someone
   D     A     E    A
I was born to be fast I was born to run
A              D     G   D  A

Well I take the chances sometimes I've made mistakes
A              D    G  D  A
But you don't get nothing unless you take the breaks
D           G  D
Living as dangerous as dynamite
                  G     D     E
Sure makes you feel nervous but it makes you feel alright
        A
Makes you feel alright
      D    A
Well I was born to run
    D      A
To get ahead of the rest
   D     A       E   A
And all that I wanted was to be the best
    D  A    D    A
Just to feel free and be someone
   D     A     E    A
I was born to be fast I was born to run

SOLO  in A  then B chord

B             E   A  E B
Nobody's gonna make me do things their way
B             E    A  E  B
By the time you figure it out it's yesterday
    E        A     E
Well it comes to he who waits I'm told
E              A  E  F#
But I don't need it when I'm old and gray
       B
Yea I want it today
      E    B
Well I was born to run
    E      B
To get ahead of the rest
  E     B       F#  B
And all that I wanted was to be the best
    E  B    E    B
Just to feel free and be someone
   E     B     F#   B
I was born to be fast I was born to run

Say it Ain't So

Okay, so there's a bunch of tabs for this that involve down-tuning and weezer chords, 
the fact that it's relatively easy to play with a capo on the 3rd fret. So,

CAPO 3RD FRET

Intro: Am, E, F, C (arpeggio a bit at the end of E and C chords--listen to the song for 
rhythm.)

Oh Yeah.
All Right.

First Verse-

Am     E    F      C
Somebody's Heiney is crowding my icebox.
Am     E      F     C
Somebody's cold one is giving me chills.
Am       E     F    C
Guess I'll just close my eyes.

Inter-

Am, E, F, C

Oh yeah.
All right.
Feels good.
Inside.

Second Verse-

Am     E    F      C
Flip on the Tele... Wrestle with Jimmy.

Am      E    F     C
Somethin' is bubblin' behind my back.

Am      E    F    C
The bottle is ready to go.
Chorus-

Am Am, E, E,

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
Your drug is a heartbreaker.

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
My love is a life-taker.

Verse 3-

Am     E    F     C
I can't confront you, I never could do...
Am        E
That which might hurt you.
F     C
Try and be cool, when I say:

AmAm E    F F    (mute)  C         
  (mute)Am  E
This way is-a-waterslide-away-from-me-to-chase-her-fuller-everyday! Hey!
   F  C
So be cool.

Chorus-

Am Am, E, E,

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
Your drug is a heartbreaker.

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
My love is a life-taker.

Verse 4-

Am Am   E E       F F   
C
Dear daddy, I write you in spite of fears of silence.

Am Am   E E       F F   
C
You cleaned up, found Jesus, Things are good also I hear.

Am Am   E E     F F   C
This bottle of Stevens awakens ancient feelings...

Am Am    E E
Like father, Step-Father...
FF      C        Am E  F     C  Am  E  F  C
This song is drowning in the blood! Yeah Yeah-Yeah Yeah-Yeah!

Chorus (One Last Time!)

Am Am, E, E,

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
Your drug is a heartbreaker.

F      C
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.

Am Am, E E,  F    C
My love is a life-taker.

And there ya go. What a fun song. Add any corrections, also, if anyone feels like 
out the arpeggio part in the intro they can go right ahead. Peace.

Home - Karla Bonoff

Home
Karla Bonoff

E      F#m7    A        E
Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
          E  B7
And we’d been up many an hour
E         F#m7  A     E
And all through my brain, came the refrain
           E  B7  E
Of home and it’s warming fire

CHORUS:
  E         A   E
And Home, sings me of sweet things
            B7
My life there has it’s own wings
  E  E(G#bass)    A  E
To fly over the  mountains
G     F#m7   B7
Though I'm standing still.

VERSE 2
E        F#m7    A     E
The people I've seen; they come in between
         E  B7
The cities of tiring life
  E        F#m7   A     E
The trains come and go, but inside you know
            E  B7  E
The struggle will soon be a fight


CHORUS ……
  E         A   E
And Home, sings me of sweet things
            B7
My life there has it’s own wings
  E  E(G#bass)    A  E
To fly over the  mountains
G     F#m7   B7   B7sus (or B7)
Though I'm standing still … Oooo Oooo Oooo

VERSE 3
E      F#m7      A      E
Traveling at night, the headlights were bright.
               E  B7
But soon the sun came through the trees
  E      F#m7    A      E
Around the next bend, the flowers will send
          E     B7  E
The sweet scent of home in the breeze


CHORUS ……
  E         A   E
And Home, sings me of sweet things
            B7
My life there has it’s own wings
  E  E(G#bass)    A  E
To fly over the  mountains
G     F#m7   B7   B7sus  E  A
Though I'm standing still … Oooo  Ooo La la, la laaaa

Dona

Dona (Donovan)

Am  E   Am    E
On a wagon bound for market,
Am    Dm     Am    E
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
Am  E    Am    E
High above him there's a swallow,
Am   Dm   Am   E  Am
Winging swiftly through the sky.

<chorus>:
G         C  Am
How the winds are laughing,
   G          C
They laugh with all their might.
G          C     Am
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
  E         Am
And half the summer's night. (Dona, dona)
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
G         C
Dona, dona, dona, doe.
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, doe.

 Am   E     Am    E
"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
 Am    Dm  Am   E
"Who told you a calf to be?
Am    E    Am    E
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Am    Dm     Am  E  Am
Like the swallow so proud and free?"

<chorus>

Am     E   Am    E
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Am  Dm     Am   E
Never knowing the reason why.
Am   E  Am    E
But whoever treasures freedom,
Am    Dm     Am   E Am
Like the swallow has learned to fly.

<chorus>

Tom Dooley

Tom Dooley (Kingston Trio)

<chorus>:
C              G7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry.
G7            F  C
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy you're bound to die.

 C            G7
I met her on the mountain, and there I took her life,
 G7         F  C
I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife.

<chorus>

C           G7
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee,
G7        F  C
This time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me.

<chorus>

C          G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
  G7          F  C
If it hadn't a been for Grayson, I'd a been in Tennessee.

<chorus>

C          G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
G7           F   C
Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree.

<chorus>

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

reck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot)

  Asus2          Em
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down 
    G       D       Asus2
Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
  Asus2          Em
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
     G     D      Asus2
When the skies of November turn gloomy
    Asus2            Em
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
     G     D       Asus2
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
   Asus2          Em
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
     G    D       Asus2
When the gales of November came early. 

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
At seven PM a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when its lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!

Five Hundred Miles

Five Hundred Miles (Kingston Trio)

  C     Am   Dm    F
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone.
  G         -G7
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
   C    Am
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
   Dm    F
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
  G    G7    C
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

   C    Am   Dm    F
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
   G        -G7
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
    C     Am
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
    Dm     F
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
   G   G7   C
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.

  C   Am   Dm   F
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,
  G      -G7
Lord I can't go home this-a-way.
  C   Am
This-a-way, this-a-way,
  Dm   F
This-a-way, this-a-way,
  G  G7   C
Lord I can't go home this-a-way.

(repeat "If you miss ...")

Frankie and Johnnie

Frankie And Johnnie G G7 Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, oh Lordy how they could love. C G They swore to be true to each other, true as the stars above. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie and Johnnie went walking, Johnnie in his brand new suit. C G Then "Oh good Lord," says Frankie, "don't my Johnnie look real cute!" D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie she was a good woman, as everybody knows. C G Spent a hundred dollars just to buy her man some clothes. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie went down to the corner just for a bucket of beer, C G She said to the fat bartender, "Has my loving Johnnie been here?" D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong.

G G7 "I don't want to tell you no stories, and I don't want to tell you no lies, C G But I saw your man about an hour ago with gal named Nellie Bly. D-D7 G If he's your man, he's a-doin' you wrong." G G7 Frankie went down to the hotel, didn't go there for fun. C G Underneath her kimono she carried a forty-four gun. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie looked over the transom and found to her great surprise C G There on the bed sat Johnnie a-lovin' up Nellie Bly. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Now the first time that Frankie shot Johnnie he let out an awful yell. C G Second time she shot him, there was a new man's face in hell. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 "Roll me over so easy, roll me over so slow,

C G Roll me over on the right side, 'cause the left side hurts me so." D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 The judge said to the jury, "It's as plain as plain can be. C G This woman shot her lover, it's murder in the second degree. D-D7 G He was her man, tho' he was doin' her wrong. G G7 This story has no moral, this story has no end. C G This story only goes to show that there ain't no good in men. D-D7 G They'll do you wrong just as sure as you're born.

Worried Man Blues

Worried Man Blues (Kingston Trio)

<chorus>:
    C                   C7
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
  F                   C
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
  C
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
      G              C
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long.

   C                     C7
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
 F                     C
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
 C
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
    G                C
When I awoke, there were shackles on my feet.

<chorus>

And on each shackle were twenty-nine links of chain. (3x)

And on each link, were the initials of my name.

<chorus>

I asked the judge "What might be my fine?" (3x)

 "Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain line!"

<chorus>

The longest train I ever did see was a thousand coaches long. (3x)

And on that train, was my love and now she's gone.

<chorus>

If anyone should ask you who did write this song. (3x)

It was me, and I sing it all day long.

<chorus>