written by Steve Key
Performed by Kathy Mattea on “Lonesome Standard Time”

Capo 3

I’m spinning like an old turntable
Three speeds, going nowhere fast
I hesitate at the door to the future
Holding on to my bittersweet past
Me and all of the percolators
Me and all of the rotary phones
Me and all of my vinyl records
Warped and scratched and out of date
33, 45, 78

I got friends from the old hometown
We used to work at the hometown news
They got houses in a couple of cities
I’m still singing those hometown blues
Me and all of the drive-in movies
Me and all of the afternoon papers
Me and the free-form radio
Fading in and out of date —
33, 45, 78

I hear talk about a great depression
I hear the drums of the war machine
I wonder if I’m stuck in the past
Or if it all repeats, just like a CD

I’m following the railroad line
Another job in an – other town
I skip around in record time
And try not to notice the candle burn down
Me and all of the Rust Belt workers
Me and all of the hot type printers
Me and all of the family farms
Auctioned off and out of date —
33, 45, 78

oh-oh, the percolator
Oh-oh, the rotary phone
All of my vinyl records
Warped and scratched and out of date —
33, 45, 78

33, 45, 78

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Written by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings
Performed by Kathy Mattea on “Love Travels” in the key of C
Submitted by Ken Arnold

Intro: C C C C C C C C

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
He took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

She had a 455 Rocket

The biggest block alive
I couldn’t hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hatin’ Chevrolets
She’s a rocket, she was made to burn

Well whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
Did you Boys come here to race or just kiss?
Hmmm Don’t you want to know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she’s missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quarter mile, and I’ll smoke you good

In my 455 rocket

The kind the police drive
I couldn’t hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hatin’ Chevrolets
She’s a rocket, she was made to burn

Interlude: C C F F C C G7 G7 C C F F C G7 C G7

I’m telling you and I ain’t ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I heard angels sing
We hit the curve and began to sail
Took out most the safety rail
Even the cop asked me, “Man what’d you have in that thing?”

I had a 455 rocket

The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hatin’ Chevrolets
She’s a rocket, she was made to burn, burn
Lord she’s a rocket, she was made to burn.

Listenin to my rubber tires whine
You have on the side of your head
To heaven the land of my dreams

Goodbye to Buckeye, White Sycamore
I said, thats a blue mark left by the coal
I wont have to worry about losing my job

I leaving you behind
Little more and Id been dead.
To bad time and big machines
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Oh, Ive been a coal miner all my life
I love the rumble, I love the dark
Oh! I got no house Lord I got no job

Laying down track in a hole
Lord, I love the cool of the slate
Just got a worried soul

Got a back like ironwood, bent by the wind
But its going down that new road lookin for a job
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head

Blood veins as blue as the coal
Travelin and lookin I hate
Left by that number 9 coal
Blood veins as blue as the coal
Travelin and lookin I hate
Left by that number 9 coal
Left by that number 9 coal

On 02-14-95, jcrow@boi.hp.com wrote to All:

j> No listing at all at Nevada.

WHERE’VE YOU BEEN
J. Vezner & D. Henry (c) 1989

Claire had all but given up
When she and Edwin fell in love [D/F#]
She touched his face and shook her head
In disbelief, she sighed and said,
“In many dreams I’ve held you near
Now, at last, you’re really here.” [G/B]
“Where’ve you been?
I’ve looked for you forever and a day
Where’ve you been?
I’m just not myself when you’re away.”

He asked her for her hand for life
And she became a salesman’s wife [D/F#]
He was home each night by eight
But one stormy evening, he was late
Her frightened tears fell to the floor
Until his key turned in the door. [G/B]
“Where’ve you been?
I’ve looked for you forever and a day
Where’ve you been?
I’m just not myself when you’re away.”

They’d never spent a night apart
For sixty years she heard him snore
Now they’re in a hospital [/b]
In separate beds on different floors

Claire soon lost her memory
Forgot the names of family [D/F#]
She never spoke a word again
Then one day, they wheeled him in
He held her hand and stroked her hair
In a fragile voice she said, [G/B]
“Where’ve you been?
I’ve looked for you forever and a day
Where’ve you been?
I’m just not myself when you’re away.
No, I’m just not myself when you’re away.” [(G)]