Lucinda Williams I Envy The Wind written by Lucinda Williams

I envy the wind that whispers in your ear
That howlsthrough the winter that freezes your fingers
It moves through your hair and cracks your lips
It chills you to the bone I envy the wind
I envy the rain that falls on your face
That wets your eyelashes and dampens your skin
And touches your tongue and soaks through your shirt
And drips down your back I envy the rain
I envy the sun that brightens your summer
And warms your body and holds you in heat
It makes you days longer and makes you hot
It makes you sweat I envy the sun
I envy the wind I envy the rain
I envy the sun I envy the wind

>From Lucinda Williams “Essence”
Lost Highway Records 2001
Warner Tamerlane Publishing

Jim Keltner drums
Tony Garnier bass
Bo Ramsey guitar
Charlie Sexton guitar
Reese Wynans organ
David Mansfield violin/viola

Minneapolis by Lucinda Williams from the album World Without Tears

Intro G/G/G/G/G/G/G/G

Ive been waiting for you to come back
C G since you left Minneapolis

Snow covers the streetlamps and the
windowsills
The buildings and the brittle crooked trees
Dead leaves of December, thin skinned and
splintered

Never gotten used to this bitter winter
Ive been wasted angry and sad since you
left Minneapolis
I wish my thoughts were pure like the
driven snow

Like the heavens and the springs virgin


But they strangled me with their sin, fill
me up with poison
Black clouds have covered up the sun again
I can always trace it back to that night in
Minneapolis
Here on the seventh floor in a room I cant
call mine
Deadbolt on the door, do not disturb sign

Shaking and trembling
On the clean white linen
Slivers of starlight danced across the
ceiling
A dozen yellow roses all thats left in
Minneapolis

I wish Id never seen your face or heard

your voice
Youre a bad pain in my gut, I wanna spit
you out
Open up this wound again, let my blood flow
red and thin

Into the glistening, into the whiteness

Into the melting snow of Minneapolis

(Thanks to Eddie Smith for tabs)

Lucinda Williams Pineola written by Lucinda Williams

Gurf Morlix guitar
Doug Atwell fiddle
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Byron Berline fiddle

When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn’t believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a 44 and they found him lyin on his bed
I could not speak a single word no tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space
Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone
Some of us gathered at a friend’s house to help each other ease the
pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn’t say much of anything
We drove on out to the country
His friends all stood around
Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down
I saw his mama, she was standing there his sister she was there too
I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they
knew
Born and raised in Pineola his mama believed in the Pentecost
She got the preacher to say some words so his soul wouldn’t get lost

SOLO

Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave

SOLO

From Lucinda Williams “Sweet Old World’
Chameleon Records 19992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)

Lucinda Williams Happy Woman Blues written by Lucinda Williams

Lucinda Williams lead vocals and acoustic guitar
Mickey White acoustic rhythm and lead guitars, harmony vocals
Rex Bell electric bass and harmony vocals
Andre Matthews electric rhythm, lead and slide guitars
Ira Wilkes drums
Mickey Moody pedal steel guitar
Malcolm Smith fiddle and viola

Tryin’ hard to be a happy woman.

But sometimes life just overcomes me,
Everyday I’m workin’ just to pay my dues.
Lay down at night, my mind is so confused.
Goin’ down south with the New York City blues,

Gotta hit the road before I blow a fuse,
I might buy me a Cadillac or a Chevrolet.
I don’t care what model as long as it takes me away

SOLO

I’ve been hiding my heart in a trunk.

Can you come see me when my ship has sunk
You can give me loovin, that I can’t refuse,
And love is the one thing that’s sure to cure my blues.
Goin’ down the road with a heave heart,

Tryin’ to find lightness in the dark,
Tryin’ to live my life, tryin’ to get satisfied.
My mind is in the city but my heart is in the countryside.

SOLO

Tryin’ hard to be a happy woman.

But sometimes life just overcomes me,
Everyday I’m workin’ just to pay my dues.
Lay down at night, my mind is so confused.
Lay down at night, my mind is so confused.

From Lucinda Williams “Happy Woman Blues”
Folkways Records 1980

Lucinda Williams Out Of Touch written by Lucinda Williams

F#m A E Bm7 2x

Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet
Making small talk standing face to face
Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place
Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feel a little lost cause we’ve drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a little and then go on our way
We are so out of touch yeah
We are so out of touch yeah
La La La
La la la la
We speak in past tense and talk about the weather
Half broken sentences we try to piece togethor
I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his life about five years ago
We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and cross over to the other lane
Everybody’s going somewhere everybody’s inside
Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives
We are so out of touch yeah
La La La
La la la la

From Lucinda William “Essence”
Lost Highway Records 2001
Warner – Tamerlane Publishing/Lucy Jones Music

Tony Garnier bass
Bo Ramsey guitar
Charlie Sexton guitar
David Mansfield violin/viola
Jim Keltner drums
Organ Reese Wyans
Lucinda acoustic guitar

I’m learning how to live

Without you in my life

I’m learning how to live

Without you in my life

I’ll take the best of what

You had to give

I’ll make the most of what

You left me with

I’m learning how to live

They say the best is still yet to come

But the taste of you is still on my tongue

I can’t forget and I won’t even try

To erase your image and the way you made me cry

I’m learning how to live

All I have left is this dime? Story

But I will trade it for anything

The days ahead will never be the same

For you I might even change my name

I’m learning how to live

I’m learning how to live

Without you in my life

I’m learning how to live

Without you in my life

I’ll take the best of what

You had to give

I’ll make the most of what

You left me with

I’m learning how to live

I’m learning how to live

I’m learning how to live

HOWLIN’ AT MIDNIGHT (Lucinda Williams)
performed by Lucinda Williams on HAPPY WOMAN BLUES (1990)
transcribed by Mark Albert markalbert@pipeline.com

capo 4, Key of E

CHORD CHART (12 bar blues)

Howlin’ at midnight, winter creepin’ in

Feel like I’ve gone and lost my best friend
My best friend, lost my best friend
This car’s headed down the wrong track again

I ain’t got nobody, I’m nobody’s girl

Gonna get in my Mercury and drive around the world
Around the world, all around the world
When I reach that mountain top I’ll stand with flags unfurled

She’s up in New York City tryin’ to make it big

Wrote me a letter yesterday sayin’ I ain’t got no gigs
Ain’t got no gigs, I ain’t got no gigs
If you wanna send me somethin’, make it a two dollar rig

GUITAR SOLO

She’s up in New York City tryin’ to be a star

Told me you’re wastin’ your time where you are
Where you are, where you are
Gotta get yourself out of all those Texas bars

Howlin’ at midnight, winter creepin’ in

Feel like I’ve gone and lost my best friend
My best friend, lost my best friend
This car’s headed down the wrong track again
This car’s headed down the wrong track again

This is the way Lucinda and her band play it, at least on the youtube video I watched. They are using capos on the first
fret and therefore in the key of G#, however, I have written it here in G natural for simplicity’s sake. The tremolo is
ruling this song.

The Intro:
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Over time
that’s what they all tell me
that’s what they say to me
Over time

Your blue eyes, your black eyela[D/F#]shes
The way you looked at life
In your funny way
I guess out of the blue
You won’t cross my mind
And I’ll get over you
Over time

(Then it hits the intro once more for a guitar solo)

(and what follows is played the same as the previous verse)

Your pale skin, your sexy crooked teeth
The trouble you’d get in
In your clumsy way
I guess one afternoon
You won’t cross my mind
And I’ll get over you
Over time

I guess out of the blue
You won’t cross my mind
And I’ll get over you
Over time

(they repeat the last chorus)

(Thanks to Jesse Ainslie for tabs)

Lucinda Williams Little Angel Little Brother by Lucinda Williams

Gurf Morlix guitar/background vocals
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambottio bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale background vocals
Gia Ciambottio background vocals
Doug Atwell fiddle

Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Your bad habits and your attitude
Your restless ways and your solitude
I see you leaning your lanky frame
Just inside the door
A figure behind the kitchen screen
Staring down at the floor
Little angel little brother

SOLO

Little angel little brother
Your passion for Shakespeare and your paperbacks
Your chess pieces and your wisecracks
I see you sleeping in the car
Curled up on the back seat
Parked outside of a bar
An empty bottle at your feet
Little angel little brother
Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Little angel little brother of mine

From Lucina Williams “Sweet Old World”
Chameleon Records 1992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)