Smoke another cigarette, have another drink or two
Sit by the telephone ‘til morning
She never tells me where she’s goin’
But I think it’s mighty plain
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll be back home again

She wasn’t like this when I met her
Whatever made her change?
Now she never even says I love you
She just comes a-rollin’ in
Never wanting to explain
Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again

Wish that I could meet him
Just to tell him who I am
I would like to find out what he has
That I don’t have

She never says a thing about him but it’s plain as day
She’s going somewhere every evening
Can’t take it too much longer
I think I’m goin’ insane
Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again

Wish that I could meet him
Just to tell him who I am
I would like to find out what he has
That I don’t have

She never says a thing about him but it’s plain as day
She’s going somewhere every evening
Can’t take it too much longer
I think I’m goin’ insane
Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again

Operator oh could you help me place this call
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She’s living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

CHORUS: Isn’t that the way they say it goes
| C D
| But lets forget all that
| G Am
| And give me the number if you can find it
| C D Em Bm Am
| So I can call just to tell her I’m fine and to show
| D C G
| I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well
| Am C
| I only wish my words could just convince myself
| D7 C G
| That it just wasn’t real, but that’s not the way it feels

Operator oh could you help[(B)] me place this ca[(B]ll[G)]
Cause I can’t read the number that you just gave me[(D][G)]
There’s something in my eye, you know it ha[(B]ppens every ti[)]me
I think about the love that I thought would save me[(D][G)]

CHORUS

Operator let’s forget[(B)] about this ca[(B]ll[G)]
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to[(D][G)]
Thank you for your time,
Cause you’ve been so[(B] much more than kin[G)]d
You can keep the dime

CHORUS

subject: Jim Croce – Alabama rain

All guitars standard tuning
Gtr I open
Gtr II capo on 7th fret
Gtr III open

Intro:
Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0——-1—0———|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1——-3——-1———–3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0———0—–0——-2——-0——-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Verse 1:
Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

Lazy days in mid july, country sunday mor- nin’

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0———————|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1—1—3——-1——-0h1-3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0——-0——-0———2————-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

Dusty haze on summer higways, sweet magnolia cal- lin’

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0——-1-0-0———|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1——-3——-1———–3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0———0—–0——-2——-0——-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Chorus:
Gtr I

|——————————————————————-|
|—1-0—–0—1—–3—–3——-1—–1———–3—–3——-|
|———0———4—–4—–4—–2—–2—2—4—–4—–4—|
|——-2—–2———4—————2—————4—–4—–|
|-3—————2———–2—0———–0—2—————–|
|——————————————————————-|

But now and then I find myself, thinkin’of the days, that we were

Gtr II

|-1———————–0——-1———————–0———|
|-1—————–3——-3—–1—————–3——-3—0—|
|-2——————-0———–2——————-0——-0—–|
|-3———————2———0———————2———–|
|-3——————————-0———————————|
|-1—————0——————————-0—————–|

Gtr I

|-0—0——————————-3—0h3———3—3———|
|-1—3—1—0—–1-0——-3——-0——-1—0———–1—–|
|———2—0———0—2—2—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—|
|————————-0—————————————–|
|-3—2—0——————————-3—————3———|
|————-3—0—————3—————3—————–|

Walkin’ in the Ala-bama rain

Gtr II
F C/e Dm Am7 Am G C F C F

|-5—3—1—0———0—–3—0——-1-0—–0—3—1-0——-|
|-1—1—3—1——-1—————1——-3-1—1—1—–3-1—|
|————-0—————0—–0—0—————————|
|-3—2—0—2—–2——-0—0———————————–|
|—————–0—————3—————3—————–|
|————————-3—————————————–|

Verse 2:
Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

Drive-in movies, friday nights, drinkin’beer and laughin’

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0———————|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1—1—3——-1——-0h1-3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0——-0——-0———2————-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

Somehow things were always right, I just don’t know what happened

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1-0—————0—–0——-1—0———|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1——-3——-1———–3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0———0—–0——-2——-0——-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Chorus:
Gtr I

|——————————————————————-|
|—1-0—–0—1—–3—–3——-1—–1———–3—–3——-|
|———0———4—–4—–4—–2—–2—2—4—–4—–4—|
|——-2—–2———4—————2—————4—–4—–|
|-3—————2———–2—0———–0—2—————–|
|——————————————————————-|

But now and then I find myself, thinkin’of the days, that we were

Gtr II

|-1———————–0——-1———————–0———|
|-1—————–3——-3—–1—————–3——-3—0—|
|-2——————-0———–2——————-0——-0—–|
|-3———————2———0———————2———–|
|-3——————————-0———————————|
|-1—————0——————————-0—————–|

Gtr III

|-12/15-15——–10/14-14——–8/12-12———7/10-10———–|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|

Gtr I

|-0—0——————————-3—0h3———————–|
|-1—3—1—0—–1-0——-3——-0——-1—0—0—1—3—–|
|———2—0———0—2—2—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—|
|————————-0—————————————–|
|-3—2—0——————————-3—————0—2—–|
|————-3—0—————3—————3—3————-|

Walkin’ in the Ala-bama rain

Gtr II
F C/e Dm Am7 Am G C F C F

|-5—3—1—0———0—–3—0——-1-0—–0—–0—–0—–|
|-1—1—3—1——-1—————1——-3-1—–1—–1—1—|
|————-0—————0—–0—0———–0—–3—0—–|
|-3—2—0—2—–2——-0—0———————————–|
|—————–0—————3—————3—————–|
|————————-3—————————————–|

Bridge:
Gtr I

|-0—————————0——-0——-2——-3——|
|—–1—3—3—0—1—0—0—1——-3——-0———-|
|—0—0—2—2—0—0—0—0—2—2—2—2—0—0—-|
|———0——————————-0——————|
|-3—————2—0———–0————————–|
|————————-0———————–3———-|

We were only kids, but then I never heard it said, that

Gtr II

|-1—–1-0—————————–1-0——————|
|—–1——-3—0——-1——-3—3——-3—1—1——|
|—2——-0—0—–0——-0—–2——-0—0—0—0—-|
|-0—————–2—2—2—2-0————————–|
|————————-0———————–3———-|
|———3——-0———————–3——————|

Gtr I

|———0———–2—————0——-0——-3——|
|-1—3——-1—3——-0—1—0—0—2——-2———-|
|—0—0—0—0—2—2—0—0—0—0—2—2—2—2—-|
|—————–0——————————————|
|-0—2—3—————2—0———–0——-0———-|
|———————————0————————–|

kids can’t fall in love and feel the same. I can still re-

Gtr II
[Em7/G]

|-1—0—1——-0—————————2-3-3S5-5-5—-|
|—1—1————-3—0——-1——-3——————|
|————-2—–4—0—–0——-2—–2—–2S5——–|
|-0—2—–3—3———–2—2—2—2-4——————|
|———————————0————————–|
|———1——-3——-0———————————-|

Gtr I

|-2——-0——————-3——————————|
|—–3——-1—3——-1———————————-|
|—2—2—0—0—–0—–2—2—————————-|
|-0—————–0—0————————————|
|———3——-2——-0———————————-|
|————————————————————|

member the first time I told you I love you

Gtr II



[Dm/F]

|-7—5-3-5—3-1-1S3-1-0-1—0——————————|
|——————————-3—————————-|
|-7—5-4-5—4-2-2S4-2-0-2—0——————————|
|——————————-3—————————-|
|————————————————————|
|————————————————————|

Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

On a dysty mid july, country summer’s evening

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0———————|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1—1—3——-1——-0h1-3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0——-0——-0———2————-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Gtr I

|—–3——-2——-0——-2——-3——-2——-0——-2—–|
|—–0——-3——-1——-3——-0——-3——-1——-3—–|
|—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—0—0—4—4—2—2—2—2—|
|————————-0——————————-0———|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|

A weepin’ willow sang its lullabies, and shared its secrets

Gtr II

|——-0—–0——-1—0————-0—–0——-1—0———|
|-1—1—3——-1———–3—1——-3——-1———–3—–|
|—0——-0——-2——-0———0—–0——-2—2—0——-|
|———2——-0———————–2——-0—————–|
|-3——————————-3———————————|
|————————-3——————————-3———|

Chorus:
Gtr I

|——————————————————————-|
|—1-0—–0—1—–3—–3——-1—–1———–3—–3——-|
|———0———4—–4—–4—–2—–2—2—4—–4—–4—|
|——-2—–2———4—————2—————4—–4—–|
|-3—————2———–2—0———–0—2—————–|
|——————————————————————-|

But now and then I find myself, thinkin’of the days, that we were

Gtr II

|-1———————–0——-1———————–0———|
|-1—————–3——-3—–1—————–3——-3—0—|
|-2——————-0———–2——————-0——-0—–|
|-3———————2———0———————2———–|
|-3——————————-0———————————|
|-1—————0——————————-0—————–|

Gtr III

|-12/15-15——–10/14-14——–8/12-12———7/10-10———–|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|

Gtr I

|-0—0——————————-3—0h3—–3—3————-|
|-1—3—1—0—–1-0——-3——-0——-1—0—0—1—3—–|
|———2—0———0—2—2—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—0—|
|————————-0—————————————–|
|-3—2—0——————————-3—————0—2—–|
|————-3—0—————3—————3—3————-|

Walkin’ in the Ala-bama rain

Gtr II
F C/e Dm Am7 Am G C F C F

|-5—3—1—0———0—–3—0——-1-0—–0—–0—–0—–|
|-1—1—3—1——-1—————1——-3-1—–1—–1—1—|
|————-0—————0—–0—0———–0—–3—0—–|
|-3—2—0—2—–2——-0—0———————————–|
|—————–0—————3—————3—————–|
|————————-3—————————————–|

Gtr I

|-0—0——————————-3—–0h3———————|
|-1—3—1—0—–1-0——-3——-0———-1—–0—-0——-|
|———2—0———0—2—2—0—-0—–0—-0—-0—–0—-|
|————————-0—————————————–|
|-3—2—0———————————3———————–|
|————-3—0—————3——————–3————|

Walkin’ in the Ala-bama rain

Gtr II
F C/e Dm C/f Am G C F C

|-5—3—1—0———0—–3—0———1–0——-0——-0—-|
|-1—1—3—1——-1—————1———-3–1——-1——-|
|—————————–0—–0—-0—————0———-|
|-3—2—0—3—–2——-0—0———————————–|
|—————–0—————3——————–3————|
|————————-3—————————————–|

Gtr III

|———————————–15——————-15-12-10—|
|————————————-15-12-13-12——————-|
|———————————12————-14-12-12———–|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|
|——————————————————————-|

Gtr I

|-0h3———————0h3———3—–|
|——-1—–0—–0———–1—–0—–|
|—-0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–0–0—–|
|————————————-0—–|
|-3———————–3———–2—–|
-|———-3————————-3—–|

Gtr II

|-1–0——–0——–0–1–0——–0—–|
|——-3–1——–1———–3–1–1—–|
|—————-0——————–0—–|
|————————————-2—–|
|————-3———————–3—–|
|——————————————-|

Gtr III

|———————-15-12S10————-|
|-1210-10—-12-10————-10———-|
|———-12——-12————-12-12S14-|
|——————————————-|
|——————————————-|
|——————————————-|

INTRO:

e|———————————————–|
B|—————————————–5~~~–|
G|————————————-4h6——-|
D|——————————2–4/6———–|
A|———-2-4———–2-4——————–|
E|–0–0–4——-2–2–4————————|
|———————————————–|
|—————————————–5~~~–|
|————————————-4h6——-|
|——————————2–4/6———–|
|———-2-4———–2-4——————–|
|–0–0–4——-2–2–4————————|

VERSE:

Well, I’m sorry for the things that I told you
But words only go so far
And if I had my way I would reach into heaven
And I’d pull you down a star for a present
And I’d make you a chain out of diamonds
And pearls from a summer sea
But all I can give you is a kiss in the morning
And a sweet apology

REFRAIN: E A E7 A

VERSE:

Well, I know that it hasn’t been easy
And I haven’t always been around
To say the right words or to hold you in the mornin’
Or to help you when you’re down
I know I never showed you much of a good time
But baby things are gonna change
I’m gonna make up for all of the hurt I brought
I’m gonna love away all your pain

CHORUS:

And tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day
There’s gonna be some changes
Tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day
This time you can believe me
No more cryin’ in your lonely room
And no more empty nights
‘Cause tomorrow mornin’ everything will turn out right

REFRAIN:

VERSE:
Well, there’s something that I’ve got to tell you
Yes I’ve got something on my mind
But words come hard when your lying in my arms
And when I’m looking deep into your eyes
But there’s truth and consolation
And what I’m trying to say
Is that nobody ever had a rainbow baby
Until he had the rain

CHORUS:

And tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day
There’s gonna be some changes
Tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day
This time you can believe me
No more cryin’ in your lonely room
And no more empty nights
‘Cause tomorrow mornin’ everything will turn out right

OUTRO:

It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day
It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day
It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day
It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be a brighter day
It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be a brighter day
Come on tomorrow
Come on tomorrow
It’s gonna be a brighter day
”

(Spoken)
You may talk of gin and beer
When you’re stationed way out here
An’ you’re sent to penny fights an’ Aldershot it
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work for water
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ‘im that’s got it.

Now in Inja’s sunny clime
Where I used to spend my time
Servin’ her Majesty the Queen
Of all the black faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din

The uniform he wore
Was nothin’ much before
An’ rather less than half of that behind
But a piece of twisty rag
An’ a goatskin water bag
Was all the field equipment he could find

When a sweatin’ troop train lay
In a sidin’ through the day
Where the heat would make you bloomin’ eyebrows crawl
We shouted, “Harry by’
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Then wopped him ‘cause he couldn’t serve us all.

He would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done
An’ never seemed to know the use of fear
If we charged a broke or cut
You could bet your bloomin’ nut
He’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.

With his mussick on his back
He would skip to our attack
An’ watch us till the bugles made ‘Retire”
An’ for all his dirty hide
He was white, clear white inside
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.

(Spoken)
It was Din, Din, Din
With the bullets kickin’ dust spots on the green
And when the cartridges ran out
You could hear the front files shout
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!

I shan’t forget the night
When I fell behind the fight
With a bullet where my belt plate should a’ been
I was chokin’ mad with thirst

An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din

He lifted up my head
An’ he plugged me where I bled
An’ he gave me half a pint of water green
It was crawlin’ and it stunk
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk
I’m most grateful to the one from Gunga Din

He carried me away
To where a dooli lay
An’ a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
He carried me inside
An’ just before he died
I hope you liked your drink said Gunga Din.

So I’ll meet him later on
In the place where he as gone
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen
He’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drinks to poor damned souls
I’ll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din

It was Din, Din, Din
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din

Tho’ I’ve belted you an’ flayed you
By the livin’ God that made you
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din

I’LL HAVE TO SAY I LOVE YOU IN A SONG
JIM CROCE

Well, I know it’s kind of late I hope i didn’t wake you,
But what I got to say can’t wait
I know you’d understand
Ev’ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song. Yeah, I
Know it’s kind of strange but ev’ry time I’m near you,
I just run out of things to say
I know you’d understand
Ev’ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song.

Ev’ry time the time was right al the words just came out wrong
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song. Yeah, I

Know it’s kind of late, I hope I didn’t wake you,
But there’s something that I just got to say,
I know you’d understand.
Every time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong,
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song.

end on A

PHOTOGRAPHS & MEMORIES JIM CROCE

Photographs and memories, Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these to remember you
Memories that come at night take me to another time
Back to a happier day, when I called you mine

chorus
But we sure had a good time when we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks, oh, how I loved you then

Summer skies and lullabies, nights we couldn’t say goodbye,
And of all of the things that we knew, not a dream survived.
Photographs and memories, all the love you gave to me,
Somehow it just can’t be true, that’s all I’ve left of you.

[–]
DAVE S. WAITE # “Watch out where the huskies go
GO LEAFS # Frank Zappa

THESE DREAMS

Once we were lovers,
But somehow things have changed.
Now we’re just lonely people
Tryin’ to forget each others’ names.
Now we’re just lonely people
Tryin’ to forget each others’ names.

What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know.
But now and then I feel the same.
And sometimes at night
I think I hear you callin’ my name.
Mm, mm, mm, these dreams,
They keep me goin’ these days.

Once we were lovers,
But that was long ago.
We lived together then,
And now we do not even say hello.
We lived together then,
And now we do not even say hello.

What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know.
But now and then I feel the same.
And sometimes at night
I think I hear you callin’ my name.
Mm, mm, mm, these dreams,
They keep me goin’ these days.

This is the tab to Jim Croce’s New York’s Not my Home.
If you have any other Croce songs that you would like
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Tempo:Moderate (P pick-off)

e| —0–0——-0–0——-0–0———————|
b| –2–2–2—-2–2–2—-2–2–2—-2——-3–3—|
g| -2–2—-2–1–1—-1–0–0—-0—-0——-4–4–|
d| ———————————-4————-4-|
a| ————————————–4-3-2–2—0|
E| ————————————————–|

e| ———————————–}
b| –1–1—–5—5——————-} Repeat
g| —2–2—–6—6——————} twice
d| ——-3———7—————–}
a| ——–3———7——4-2P0—–}
E| -1–1—–5—5—–0-2-4——-4-0}

CHORUS:

e| ————————————————- |
b| –5—5—-2—2–5—5—-2—2–5—5—-2—2- |
g| –6—6—-2—2–6—6—-2—2–6—6—-2—2- |
d| ————————————————- |
a| ————————————————- |
E| -5-5-5–0-2-2-2–5-5-5–0-2-2-2–5-5-5–0-2-2-2– |

e| ————–0-0-0-0———– —0–0-|
b| —2-2-2-3-2-0——-2-2-2-3-2-0 Then go –2–2–|
g| —2-2-2-2-2-2——-2-2-2-2-2-2 to the -2–2—|
d| ——————————– beginning——–|
a| ——————————– which is——–|
E| -(0)—————————- ——–|

An open base note on the E string sounds good when alternated between the 5
and 2 during the chorus.

And heres the lyrics

Well things were spinnin round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places
You know Ive run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right cause I know

CHORUS:

That I gotta get out of here
Im so alone
Dont you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New Yorks not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
Theres something strange about it
Lived there bout a year and I never once felt at home
I though Id make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now Im tellin you
That they were not the nice kind
And its been so long since I have felt fine thats the reason

(Repeat Chorus)

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