Darrell Scott There Ain’t No Easy Way written by Darrell Scott
Tim O’Brien

Won’t you listen to my story I gotta a tale to tell it’s
About a man who gets caught somewhere between heaven and hell
Yea the man’s in anguish I guess you could say
There ain’t [C/B]no [C/A] eas[C/G]y way
Well when I was young boy I learned to play the guitar
It was me and old Jim Beam down at the local bar
Yea I lost my childhood but I earned me a trade
Now there ain’t [C/B]no [C/A] eas[C/G]y way
I found me a woman I gave her heart and soul
I nearly lost my mind thru it all yeah she took control
She gave me a baby child then she took it away
There ain’t [C/B]no [C/A] ea[C/G]sy way
I prayed to the father to the moon and the sun
I prayed to anyone or anything that could get the job done
I hear different voices but the words are the same
There ain’t [C/B]no [C/A] ea[C/G]sy way
I went to this doctor to see what my trouble might be
And I was looking at the bottom of his shoe while he was looking at me
We sat there in silence but what I wanted to say
I wanted to say

SOLO

When it’s all over and my grave you stand
Try to think of something good to say
About this no good man
Please do me a favor won’t you write on my grave
There ain’t [C/B]no [C/A] ea[C/G]sy way

From Tim O’Brien & Darrell Scott ‘Real Time’
Howdy Skies Records 2000
EMI Muisc/House Of Bram Music(ASCAP)

VERSE 2
He helped us [(G)]work the family business
Building fences [(F)]in the s[(C)]un
Worked just [(F)]like a man of twenty
Til the wo[(D)]rking day was[(C)] done
He and [(G)]Dad would spend their evening
Sitting in lawn chairs [(F)]in the y[(C)]ard
Where theyd d[(F)]rink a toast to Seagrams
Seagrams [(D)]never went down [(C)]hard

CHORUS
Wont you [(G)]wake up Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of w[(F)]ork t[(C)]oday
Well get [(F)]Don to make the coffee
Load that [(D)]truck and be on your [(C)]way
Friday [(G)]night you can drive to Vegas
Maybe this time [(F)]you will [(C)]win
Buy a t[(F)]railer by the river
And you wont [(D)]have to work [(C)]again

VERSE 3
He was s[(G)]leeping in the workroom
With a mattress [(F)]on the f[(C)]loor
When one n[(F)]ight I heard him crying
As I passed ou[(D)]tside his [(C)]door
He cried, “[(G)]Rita, girl I love you
Rita, Darling pl[(F)]ease dont[(C)] go
Ive tried h[(F)]ard to make you happy
Ive done ev[(D)]erything I k[(C)]now”

VERSE 4
Then I h[(G)]eard the bottle open
The tipping up and [(F)]putting [(C)]down
Heard the r[(F)]ustling of the covers
Then he did not [(D)]make a so[(C)]und
I thought of [(G)]thirty years of Rita
Standing sternly [(F)]by his s[(C)]ide
All the y[(F)]ears of hanging in there
All the em[(D)]ptiness i[(C)]nside

VERSE 6
Then I t[(G)]hought of how their children
Have children [(F)]of their[(C)] own
And how a [(F)]man at fifty-seven
Winds up living[(D)] so a[(C)]lone

He left Boston in December for New Mexico
Determined to forget all of the faces hed known
A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind
With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line
He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far

“The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:”

E———
B———
G———
D———
A—–7-4-
E-0-4—–

Chorus 1:
As he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
He found a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide

He walked Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize
Lord, its lonesome everywhere

Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah

Hes walking down the road he says

Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano

Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano

Now hes living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think hes cool
Hes a man who has learned from where hes been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again

Chorus 1

Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide

Chorus
Oh, its a miracle

Darrell Scott My Fathers House written by Darrell Scott
Darell Scott vocals/guitar/mandolin
Leland Sklar bass
Steve Conn accordion
Kenny Malone drums
Dale Scott vocals
Suzi Ragsdale vocals

He sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me
I was born and raised in my father’s house
Can catching rain in the kitchen
He said a good song never comes to those who chase
It comes to those who listen

And I’d listen to him
Waking up in the middle of the night
I know he thought we were sleeping
And with an old melody and a guitar in hand
Somewhere between dreaming and weeping
He’d sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me
I grew up quick in my father’s house
Mama she gave him no daughters
Just a look in the eye of a woman in need
To be free of a love grown harder
So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford
The one that my daddy had bought her
And she crossed the tracks and never looked back
She was hummin’ a song he had taught her
She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me

SOLO

There was this big black trunk in my father’s house
Where he kept all the ledgers he’d write in
So I broke into it before I moved out
To see if I could find out more about him
There were letters written, never sent to my mom
It’s a wonder it never killed him
And there were lines, and songs, and poetry
Damn near as good as Hank Williams
Sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me

From Darrell Scott “Family Tree”
EMI Music/House of Bram Music, ASCAP)

INTRO C Em D

SHE WAS FOUND IN HER BEDROOM WITH A NOTE ON THE WALL
SAYING TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME; IT DON?T MATTER NOW AT ALL
HER PASSING MADE THE PAPERS THOUGH THERE WEREN?T MUCH TO SAY
JUST A GIRL OF THE NIGHT TAKES HER LIFE AT MIDDAY

SHE WAS FOND OF THE LADIES AND GOOD TO THE MEN
AND SHE COULD TAKE YOU ABOUT ANYWHERE YOU?D NEVER BEEN
THOUGH I NEVER TOUCHED HER WE?D WALKED EVERYDAY
HEADING WEST DOWN SUNSET TALKING OUR LIVES AWAY

CHORUS
SAID SHE COULD WALK ON THE WATER-, BED SHOOT OUT THE LIGHTS
TAKE YOU UP TO THE LIMIT, PUSH YOU OVER THE LINE
SAID IF YOU WANNA SEE GOD, BROTHER, CLOSE YOUR EYES
THIS ONE?S FOR RHONDA?S LAST RIDE

THERE?S A TOWN IN NEVADA, JUST ACROSS THE STATE LINE
WHERE RHONDA GREW UP AHEAD OF HER TIME
WHY, IF I HAD TO SAY, IT?S HER DADDY TO BLAME
OLD DESERT RAT CODY SET HER CHILDHOOD TO FLAME

AND THERE WERE GI?S AND TRUCKERS AND GHOSTS OF THE ROAD
ON THEIR WAY UP TO VEGAS, THEY?D LIGHTEN THEIR LOAD
THERE WAS MANY A LOVER, BUT NARY COMPLAINED
AND IT WAS MANY A MAN WHO WOULD CALL OUT HER NAME

CHORUS

I?M NOT HERE TO TELL YOU SHE DIED OUT OF SHAME
IN HER LAST CHOSEN MOMENTS, HER LIPS CURSED NO NAME
NOT CODY, NOR JESUS, NOT A CRY OUT FOR LOVE
SHE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU THAT LEAVIN?S ENOUGH

CHORUS

Darrell Scott Weary Blues From Waiting written by Hank Williams
Tim O’Brien

Weary blues from waitin’
Lord, I’ve been waitin’ too long
Weary blues have got me cryin’
Oh, sweet mamma won’t you please come home
The wind whips ‘round my window
But it can’t chill this heart
God knows it died the day you left
My dream world fell a part
Weary blues from waitin’
Lord, I’ve been waitin’ too long
Weary blues have got me cryin’
Oh, sweet mamma won’t you please come home

SOLO

Thru tears I watch young lovers
As they go driftin by
I think of all the things that might have been
God forgive me if I cry
Weary blues from waitin’
Lord, I’ve been waitin’ too long
Weary blues have got me cryin’
Oh, sweet mamma won’t you please come home
Weary blues have got me cryin’
Oh, sweet mamma won’t you please come home

From Tim O’Brien & Darrell Scott ‘Real Time’
Howdy Skies Records 2000
Acuff Rose/Hiriam Music (BMI)

Capo 1

HUGGED YOUR FRIENDS, KISSED YOUR MAMA GOODBYE
BABY IN YOUR ARMS AND A TEAR IN YOUR EYE
TWELVE HUNDRED [G/F#]MILES AND YOU NEVER ASK WHYFROM ME

ME AND THE BABY AND YOU SIDE BY SIDE
WE ALL KNEW WE WAS IN FOR A LONG HARD RIDE
NOWHERE TO RUN AND NOWHERE TO HIDE IT SEEMED

WE HONKED THE HORN AND WHEN WE CROSSED THE STATE LINE
WOKE UP THE BABY AND SHE STARTED TO CRY
SHE MUST HAVE KNOWN WHAT WE WERE GOING TO FIND
THIS AINT NOTHING BUT A HEARTBREAK TOWN
SQUARE PEOPLE IN A WORLD THATS ROUND
AND THEY WATCH YOU DANCING WITHOUT THE S[F/E]OUND
IT AINT NOTHIN, NO NOTHIN, NO.NO
YOU TAKE YOUR NUMBER AND YOU STAND IN LINE
AND THEY WATCH TO SEE HOW HIGH YOURE G[C/B]ONNA CLIMB
PAT ON THE BACK N BETTER LUCK NEXT [F/E]TIME
IT AINT NOTHIN, NO IT AINT NOTHIN BUT A HEARTBREAK TOWN

STARDUST, WELL, ITS A FUNNY THING
IT CAN MAKE YOU CUSS, IT CAN MAKE YOU SING
AND THE NEED TO [G/F#]TOUCH IT GETS HARD TO EXPLAIN..SOME DAYS

IVE SEEN EM RISE, IVE SEEN EM FALL
SOME GET NOTHIN. LORD SOME GET IT ALL
SOME JUST RUN WHILE OTHERS CRAWL AWAY

HOLD MY HAND BABY DONT LET GO
IVE GOT SOME FRONT MONEY AND IVE GOT A NEXT SHOW
AND IM, IM GONNA NEED YOU DOWN THIS YEL-LOW BRICK ROAD

THIS AINT NOTHIN BUT A HEARTBREAK TOWN
SQUARE PEOPLE IN A WORLD THATS ROUND
AND THEY WATCH YOU DANCING WITHOUT THE [F/E]SOUND
IT AINT NOTHIN, OH NOTHIN, NOTHIN, NOTHIN AT ALL

YOU TAKE YOUR NUMBER AND YOU STAND IN LINE
AND THEY WATCH TO SEE HOW HIGH YOURE GONNA CLIMB
PAT ON THE BACK, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME
IT AINT NOTHIN, OH IT AINT NOTHIN BUT A HEARTBREAK TOWN