INTRO: D G D G

Its all about where you put the horizon
Said the great John Ford to the young man rising
You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course
And it helps to have a tall man ridin’ on the horse
Tell them just enough to still leave them some mystery
A grasp of the ironic nature of history
A man turns his back on the comforts of home
The Monument Valley to ride off alone

INTRO

And when the dust all settles and the story is told
History is made by the side of the road
By the men and women that can persevere
And rage through the storm, no matter how severe
And whether its a horse or a car or a train
Theres gonna be some fine times and theres gonna be some pain
In the end its a silhouette framed by the sun
And just The Monument Valley when the evening comes

INTRO

Its a strong wind blowing on the open range
Its gonna be beautiful and its gonna be strange
Its where to plant the camera and when to say action
When to print the legend and when to leave the facts in
You your back on the comforts of home
And wander round The Monument Valley alone

INTRO out

Me and my Annette, we was as fond as we could be
We was set to marry in October 33
I set my sights to courtin her, as fine as she could be
I never even noticed her best friend Marilee

Took a job at the saw mill and I bought my girl a ring
Had a pre-wedding party, close friends and family
Everything was fine, eatin homemade ice cream
I swear I never noticed maid of honor, Marilee

Chorus:
My Sweet Annette was left standing at the alter
My Sweet Annette was left standing at the alter

Marilee was taken ill, it was several miles from home
Back then it wasnt fittin for a girl to leave alone
Sweet Annette, she asked me to walk her to the door
As innocent as children back before the war

Chorus

Lord have mercy for what we done
Lord have mercy when to people get alone
Neither one of us had done anything like that you see
By the next sunset, I had eloped with Marilee,

Chorus

Intro: Cadd9 , Em7

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I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
but I don’t wonder long cuz I got a show to do

I’m sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank cuz that st ain’t free
but I’m here to stay (at least another week or two)
I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don’t give me no pity don’t give me no grief
Wait till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don’t give me no preachin’ no self servin’
I ain’t no angel but nobody’s deserving
I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
but I can’t die now cuz I got another show…

Some people keep saying I can’t last long
but I got my bands I got my songs,
liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
and I’m drunk and stubborn as they come
chain smoking, guitar picking, til I’m gone

I ain’t got no political agenda
Ain’t got no message for the youth of America
‘cept “Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw”
and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show…

Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
but I keep living just to bend that note in two
and I can’t die now cuz I got another show…

CHORUS:
N/C D A
It’s always Lisa’s birthday when I get that call
She’s got no money for a cab, she’s way too drunk to walk
Lisa’s had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About tryin’ to love two women, and only takin’ one girl home

BREAK: A D A D A Bm E A

It’s a good thing that her dancin’ shoes don’t run on gasoline
She could dry up Texas in one night the way she feels that beat
If I don’t find them under the bed we make love on
She’s lighting Lisa’s candles and they’ll be burning all night long

So happy birthday Lisa, good evening Jim Beam
Goodnight all you socialites, don’t wait up for me
I’ll be out way past the time the scene’s no sight to see
‘Cause ya’ll don’t live with Lisa, and she don’t stay with me

SOLO: A D A D A E A D A D A Bm E A

CHORUS:
It’s always Lisa’s birthday when I get that call
Her car’s not where she parked it, it’s with her wallet and her phone
Lisa’s had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About tryin’ to love two women and only taking one girl home

I get older and Lisa keeps on turning twenty-one

It was 1990 give or take I don’t remember
when the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn’t even started taking down our posters
when the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally
old enough it ought to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bh
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones

The night the practice room caught fire
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
Stoner tries to save an amplifier
and it’s like the dragon’s side of the story is never told
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
to make you think it’s coming true,
it’s easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
than admit that something bigger is passing through

The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
that the devil wouldn’t even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
and another thinking rock and roll was new
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young’uns all turned to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

My Grandaddy’s shotgun is locked in a closet
and it never shot a thing that could have lived
An old man decided that you couldn’t choose your poison
till you’re nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so disgusting
even wild dogs would disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bh
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones

Play this 3x, then add C and G chords at the end.
(C and G chords are repeated right before the verse).

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Now Sheriff Buford Pusser’s gotten too big for his britches
With his book reviews and movie deals
Down at the car lot making public appearances
For breaking up our homes and stills
I know he likes to brag how he wrestled a bear
But I knew him from the funeral home
Ask him for a warrant, he’ll say “I keep it in my shoe”
That son of a bh has got to go
That son of a bh has got to go

Now they lined up around the block to see that movie
And crying for his ambushed wife
Marveling about about shot eight times and stabbed seven
Some folks can’t take a hint
They say he didn’t take no crap from the State Line Gang
What the hell they talking bout?
I’m just a hard workingman with a family to feed
And he made my daughter cry
Said he made my daughter cry

”Watch out for Buford!” is what they keep on telling me
But to me he’s just another crooked lawman up in Tennessee
He gets a new hot car to keep us on our toes
And that ridiculous stick where the press corp. goes
And some big time Hollywood actors playing him on the big screen

“Watch out for Buford! He’s shutting down our stills and wes”
But it ain’t like he’s all that different from what was there before
It wouldn’t take my man long to do the job
Just a partially sawed through steering rod
And I wouldn’t have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore
Now the funeral’s got’em lined up for twenty blocks
No one liked that SOB when he’s alive
But the ruckus he began keeps a spreadin’ like a wildfire
Not sure if I’m gonna survive

Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straight-away
The Lord works in mysterious ways
They’ll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done
But I’ll never have to hear them say
I’ll never have to hear them say

Watch out for Buford

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in
my yard till you’re 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer
and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in
green
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy
her a ring
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you
already know
but in case you dont or maybe forgot, Ill lay it out real
nice and slow

Dont call what your wearing an outfit. Dont ever say your
car is broke
Dont worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells
better jokes
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your
sisters birthday
Dont tell them youre bigger than Jesus, dont give it
away

Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess thats what Ill always do

So dont try to change who you are boy, and dont try to be who you aint.
And dont let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-mans paint.

Dont call what your wearing an outfit. Dont ever say your car is broke.
Dont sing with a fake British accent. Dont act like your familys a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sisters birthday.
Dont tell them youre bigger than Jesus, Dont give it away.

Dont give it away.

Tune guitar down on full step (Key Of C)

Into D G A G D

If I could have one wish right now
I’d be about as half as tough as I pretend I am
Then I wouldn’t care how empty this old house feels
I could take her things and take them far away from here

I could make sure no dirt ever got on her name
Cause looking at that stone wouldn’t bring me so much pain
I could go into town wearing my finest clothes
I could turn these tears into blood and make it run ice cold

Space City’s one hour up the road from me
One hour away from as close to the moon as anybody down here is ever gonna be
And somewhere beyond that big white light is where my heart is gone
And somewhere she’s wondering what’s taking me so long

My hands are as good to me as they’ve ever been
And I ain’t ashamed of anything my hands ever did
But sometimes the words I used were as hard as my fist
She had the strength of a man and the heart of a child I guess

The song is basically three chords, played normally, sus2, and sus4
by moving around 1 fret or two on the “e” and high “c” strings.
Cooley walks among these combinations a lot, and from time to time,
picks the melody on the middle C string, sliding between the notes
while playing a C chord with the remaining srings.

CHORDS
Tuning C F G

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e 0 0 0
c 0 5 0
G 0 5 7
C 0 5 7
G 0 5 7
C 0 5 7
F & G chords are usually strummed string-by-string as if they were picked,
playing the “e” as a distinctive drone at the end of the chord.
C-Riff: C with sus2 & sus4

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e 1p0 0 0 1p0 0 x
c 0 2 0 0 2 0
G 0 0 0 0 0 0
C 0 0 0 0 0 0
G x x x 0 0 0
C x x x x x 0
‘x’don’t play/mute if ‘e’ string

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INTRO
[C-Riff] (2x)
(sliding melody on middle C string)
[C-Riff] [C-Riff] [C-Riff]

He’s got a loaded gun in the closet
And another one in the dresser drawer
Just in case the one in the closet
Didn’t make a big enough [C-Riff] hole.

She had his breakfast ready every morning
And his lunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen door.
She’d make sure he had everything he needed
And hug his neck and tell him how much she loved him
And it was beautiful. You should have seen it.

[C-Riff] (2x)

[ … Remaining verses, chords are the same … ]

ENDS WITH
[C-Riff] (1x)

When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair, she was looking back at me
Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some arent meant to say a thing
But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet voice came out, I lost track of my own name
Now shes found herself, and I lost mine and Im just another guy who cant give her anything

Well the drifter, He holds on to his youth just like it was money in the bank
And Lord knows, I cant change sounds better in the song than it does with hell to pay
I might as well of slipped that ring on her finger from a window of a van as it drove away
Now shes found herself, and I lost mine and Im just another guy who cant give her anything

Dreams are given to you when youre young enough to dream them before they can do you any harm
They dont start to hurt unless you try to hold on to them after seeing how they really are
She used to dream them with me, every single crazy one, til they started hurting her too, now shes got some of her own
And outgrowing me might be the best thing for her she has ever done

A light that shines as bright as hers cant be kept in the shadows for too long
A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give cant just sit at home alone
Lord, shes gave me everything and never wanted anything I couldnt give, Just what was inside of me.
And now shes found herself, and I lost mine and Im just another guy who cant give her anything.