He”s a black haired boy of some confusion
and he makes no excuse for the things that he”s usin”
He”s gentle and wild and a child of the mountain
his words are for singing and his days are for countin”

Chorus

And he”s looking for a home he”s scared to find
Some lady beside him and he”s drunk on white wine
Some lady beside him and he”s drunk on white wine

He”s a devil in the morning and a savior at night
Tomorrow”s a case of whatever”s right
Lonesome and high are the things that he feels
And the cards that he plays are the ones that he deals

Chorus

He”s one of the chances you”re entitled to take
He”s one of the hearts that it”s too late to break
I”ve seen him be sad and never know why
Seen him fall down to laugh, seen him stand up to cry

Chorus

Forever ain’t easy to come by
For always ain’t never to sure
For certain is less than you hoped for
For someone it’s hard to endure
Foresaken must sometimes befall us
For sorrow sometimes will call
Four seasons go around on a pinwheel
And tomorrow ain’t nothin’ at all

The first time that I came by lovin’
Forever was all on my mind
And I never got used to the hurting
Or the searchin’ for some love in kind
And it seems like I’m still chasing rainbows
It seems like I’m still on the run
Forever don’t mean much in passing
Forgotten don’t mean that it’s done

Forever, for always, for certain’
For someone forsaken for sure
For any old plan you got workin’
For any old pain you can cure
Forever, for always, for certain’
For someone forsaken for sure
For any old time that you’re hurtin’
For all of the love in the world
For any old time that you’re hurtin’
For all of the love in the world

(Thanks to Garrett B. for tabs)

Down by the creek where the water goes slow
The green-back heron and the moccasin know
All things come to him who waits
Bb F walk to Dm7 Am
Yet he is lost who hesitates
Life and death just dancing around in the mud
The light comes down through the limbs and the leaves
And dapples the water between the reeds
The air tastes green the bank gets soft
Right about then your shoes come off
You got to get it between your toes the mud

Chorus:
Mud pie mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don’t you die
Take a little rain take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt

When I die please bury me
Down by this old muddy creek
Let the crawfish have their way
It’s mud to mud and that’s okay
We all just crawled out of the mud

Chorus 2x
We’re all just slogging through the mud.

(Snake Rattle)

South Coast Of Texas
Guy Clark

Capo on 2

The south coast of Texas, that’s a thin slice of life
It’s salty and hard, it is stern as a knife
Where the wind is for blowin’ up, hurricanes for showin’
Snakes how to swim and trees how to lean

CHORUS:
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
Drinkin’ ‘em down for they sail with the dawn
They’re bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
And the deck hands are singin’ ”Adios, Jole Blon”

There’s snow birds in search of that sunshine and nightlife
Fond of greasin’ palms down the beach as they’re goin’
Ah, this livin’ on the edge of the waters of the world
demands

The dignity of whoopin’ cranes and the likes of Gilbert
Roland

(Chorus)

In the cars of my youth, how I tore through those sand dunes
And cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads
But, nothin’ lasts forever say the old men in the shipyards
Turnin’ trees into shrimp boats; hell, I guess they oughta
know

(Chorus)

Queenie’s Song
By Guy Clark & Terry Allen

Some S.O.B. shot my dog
I found her under a tree
If I hadn’t loved that dog so much
It wouldn’t mean nothin’ to me

But you son of a bh I’ll tell you what
I will not be deterred
I’ll find you out and track you down
On that you have my word

Chorus:
Queenie’s gettin' buried
It’s time to dig the hole
Am F
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold

I don’t predict the world will end
And I don’t presume it won’t
And I don’t pretend to give a damn
If it do or if it don’t

Now I bet you got a gun for christmas
But that don’t make it right
Now what in the hell where you thinking
With little Queenie in your sights?

Chorus

Now brother death and father time
Are almost loaded up
And they are headed for the borderline
In a stolen pick-up truck

For old acquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I wont’ forgive and I can’t forget
The year of ’99

Screamin' Auld Lang Syne

Chorus

— this could also just be the C chord, I’m not totally positive!

[Verse 1]
Now the Houston Kid’s got a new pair of jeans
But he’s got no soap, he got no washing machine
Now the Houston Kid he’s feelin’ tight and he’s mean
And he’s tryin’ to figure out how his pants got clean

Well, he’s doin’ his wash in a tub full of whiskey
Hangin’ his threads on a very thin line
Tryin’ to tell the man in charge of the dryers
What a great job he’s doin’ fakin’ sunshine

[Verse 2]
Now the Houston Kid he seems hard pressed
‘Cause he hit the world naked, now he’s headed back dressed
As the Houston Kid, no more and no less
If your dice fit your pocket then your pants pass the test

Well, he’s doin’ his wash in a tub full of whiskey
Hangin’ his threads on a very thin line
Tryin’ to tell the man in charge of the dryers
What a great job he’s doin’ fakin’ sunshine

[Verse 3]
Now some say the Houston Kid is bent
But if you’ve got to do your wash then you’ve got to pay some rent
Then you’ve got to pay some rent so the Houston Kid he just up and he went
And love could buy back the dimes that he’d spent

Well, he’s doin’ his wash in a tub full of whiskey
Hangin’ his threads on a very thin line
Tryin’ to tell the man in charge of the dryers
What a great job he’s doin’ fakin’ sunshine

(Verse 1)
Two shots of wild turkey puts the wind in her hair
bound and determined as the cold morning air
If you don’t like horses I suggest you stay home,
she don’t ride double, get a horse of your own

(Chorus)
She loves to ride horses,
she doesn’t care, how long it will take her,
or if she ever gets there,
she ain’t got no reason
and she don’t need no rhyme,
she just loves to ride horses in three quarter time.

(Verse 2)
Ahh ya can.t tell her noth’n, she don’t wanna know
Ya can’t take her no where, she don’t wanna go
She might not show up, she might not go
She loves to ride horses and that’s about all.

(Chorus)
She loves to ride horses,
she doesn’t care, how long it will take her,
or if she ever gets there,
she ain’t got no reason
and she don’t need no rhyme,
she just loves to ride horses in three quarter time.

Intro.: (A) (A) (D) (D) (A) (A) (D) (D)
[(A)] [(A)] [(Bm)] [(E7)] [(A)] [(A)][—]
My favorite (A)picture of you is the one where you’re staring straight (D)into the lens
It’s just a (A)polaroid shot someone took on the spot, no be-(D)ginning no end
It’s just a (A)moment in time you can’t have back
(Bm)You never left but your (E7)bags were packed, (A)just in case

My favorite (A)picture of you is bent and faded and it’s (D)pinned to my wall
Oh and (A)you were so angry, it’s hard to believe we were (D)lovers at all
There’s a (A)fire in your eyes, you’ve got your heart on your sleeve
A (Bm)curse on your lips, but (E7)all I can see is (A)beautiful

My favorite (A)picture of you is the one where your (D)wings are showing
Oh and your (A)arms are crossed, your fists are clenched, not (D)gone but going
Oh, a (A)stand up angel who won’t back down
(Bm)Nobody’s fool, (E7)nobody’s clown, you were (A)smarter than that

My favorite (A)picture of you is the one where it (D)hasn’t rained yet
Oh and (A)as I recall, that came a winter squall and we (D)got soaking wet
It’s a (A)thousand words in the blink of an eye
The (Bm)camera loves you and (E7)so do I, (A)click

(Tag)
My favorite (A)picture of you is the one where you’re staring, straight (D)into the lens —-

Capo 3

Intro: C7

Now Picasso said in 1910, I’m gonna paint me a mandolin
It could be cubes it could be curves
I like to mix paint with nerve
I load my brush and fire away

Paint me a hole in the light of day

Well you can play it straight or play it from left field
You got to play it just the way you feel
Come on boys, play it again
Play it on Picasso’s mandolin

Well it’s colouring books and drinking wine
It’s hard to stay between the lines
There ain’t no rule if you don’t break it
There ain’t no chance if you don’t take it
The damdest thing he’d ever heard

Was trying to learn a thing from a Mockingbird

Well you can play it straight or play it from left field
You got to play it just the way you feel
Come on boys, play it again
Play it on Picasso’s mandolin

Now Picasso said before he died
There’s one more painting I’d like to try
Well the doctor held is breathe and then
Picasso nailed a mandolin
He was born in Spain and died in France

He was not scared of baggy pants

Well you can play it straight or play it from left field
You got to play it just the way you feel
Come on boys, play it again
Play it on Picasso’s mandolin

Play it straight or play it from left field
You got to play it just the way you feel
Come on boys, play it again
Play it on Picasso’s mandolin

(Intro)

D A Em (4x)

In the dark you can sometimes hear your own heartbeat
Or the heart of the one next to you
And the house settles down after holding itself up all day
Shoulders slump, gives a big sigh
You hear no one’s foot fall in the hall
That drip in the kitchen sink keeps marking time
June bug on the window screen can’t get in, but keeps on trying
One way or another we’re all in the dark

(Chorus)

Fireflies and sparks and lightning and stars
Campfires, the moon, headlights on cars
A G (hold)
The Northern lights, the Milky Way

You can’t see that stuff in the day

D-A-Em (4x)

The Earth turns its back on the sun
And the stars come out and the planets start to run, around
They call that ‘day is done
But really it’s just getting started
Some folks take comfort in that

How dark is it? It’s too dark for goblins
How dark is it? It’s so dark you can smell the moon
How dark is it? It’s so dark the wind gets lost
How dark is it? So dark the sky’s on fire
A G (hold)
How dark is it? It’s so dark you can see Fort Worth from here

(D-A-Em) x 6 then (D)