I’m the boy they can’t ignore
For the first time in my life, I’m sure
All the love sent up high to pledge
Won’t reach the ledge

[Verse 2]
Wind blows cold from the west
I smell coffee, I smell doughnuts for the brass
A girl I knew once years ago
Is tryin’ to be reached on the phone

I’m the boy she can’t ignore
For the first time in my life, I’m sure
All the love sent up high to pledge
I’m the boy she can’t ignore
For the first time in my life, I’m sure
All the love sent up high to pledge

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Priest kneels silent, all is still
Policeman reaches from the sill
Watch him try, try his best
There’ll be no medal pinned to his chest

I’m the boy they couldn’t ignore
For the first time in my life, I’m sure
I’m the boy they couldn’t ignore
For the first time in my life, I’m sure
I’m the boy for the last time in my life
All the love that they pledge
For the last time will not reach the ledge

Artist Of The Week (3-1-93)

The Replacements

This was originally posted by Francois Rousseau last week. Merci.

Tricky fingerpicking:

To get the feeling try playing the D chord and alternate the way you
play the last string between the 2nd fret (as in a D) and the open
string (D9). Do the same with the GM7 chord (alternate on the little
string between the second fret and the open string). I fingerpick the
whole song and it sounds ok.

For the D: easy to play for everybody…

1 E: 2 (alternate with open string (e))
2 B: 3
3 G: 2
4 D: 0
5 A: 0
6 E: X

For the GM7: hard to play for beginners…

1 E: 2 (alternate with open string (e))
2 B: 0
3 G: 0
4 D: 0
5 A: 2
6 E: 3

Skyway
(The Replacements)

Capo 3rd fret
intro: D Gm7 D Gm7

You take the Skyway
High above the busy little one way
In my stupid automn gloves at night a lie awake
Wanderin’ if I’ll sleep
Wanderin’ if we’ll meet out in the street
To take the Skyway

It don’t move at all like a subway
It’s got bums when it’s cold like any other place
It’s warm up inside
Sittin’ down and waitin’ for a ride
Beneath the Skyway

Em C A7 Gm7 (or G) Em C A7

Oh then one day
I saw you walkin’ down that little one way
Where the place I catch my ride most everyday
They weren’t a dawn thing I could do or say
Up in the Skyway
Skyway Skyway

—————————————————————————-

Francois Rousseau
Laboratoire Incognito (Computer Languages)
Universite de Montreal Canada

—————————————————

Verse Riff
[E/A]

|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-2-2-2-2-2-----------------------7---7---3-3-3-2--------------------------------|
|-2-2-2-2-2--/4-4-----------------7---7---2-2-2-2--------------------------------|
|-2-2-2-2-2--/4-4-6-4-7-6-4-------7---7---2-2-2-2--------------------------------|
|-2-2-2-2-2--/4-4-4-4-4-4-4-----0---0---0-2-2-2-2--------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

B C# E/A B (Verse Riff)
Got to adore Chablis, that ain’t no stuff for me
Chateau Timberley, as long as I can’t see
Gallo or Muscatel, either one would be just swell
I didn’t come here to fight, hey just as long as that ain’t white

F# Low E B C#
Now I ain’t no connoiseur cat – the conno-sewer rat

B A (riff 1)
Red red wine on Sunday

Riff 1

|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-0------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-0-----5b-5b--2~----------------------------------------------------------------|
|-0-----0--0---0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|-0------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Always tastes so good

Low E
Red red wine (give me a little)
Red red wine
B (Riff 2)
Red red wine if you would

Riff 2

|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-2/7-7-7------2-----4-----------------------------------------------------------|
|-2/7-7-7----2-----4-------------------------------------------------------------|
|-2/7-7-7--2-----4---------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Hey n[E/A]ow as long as it is red, oh set ‘em up until we’re dead
A Saturday sippin’ beer, it?s getting? drunk without a year

F# Low E B C#
Now I ain’t no connoiseur cat, I think you guessed that

Red red wine on Sunday
Just like Martin said

Low E
Red red wine
Red red wine
B (Riff 2)
Set us up ‘til we’re dead
(Riff 2)
Yeah, man

Solo

|----7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7-------------------------------------------------|
|----5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5-------------------------------------------------|
|-7b-----7b----7b----7b----7b-------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|----7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7-------------------------------------------------|
|----5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5-------------------------------------------------|
|-7b-----7b----7b----7b----7b-------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|----7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7-------|
|----5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5-------|
|-7b-----7b----7b----7b----7b----7b---7b-----7b----7b----7b----7b----7b----------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|----7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7---7-7-------------------------------|
|----5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5---5-5-------------------------------|
|-7b-----7b----7b----7b----7b----7b---7b-----7b-----/7---2--------7-------------|
|---------------------------------------------------/7---2------7---7-----------|
|---------------------------------------------------/7---2---/7-------7---------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

F# Low E B C#
I ain’t no connoiseur cat, just about a sewer rat
B (Riff 3) (alternate between upstrokes and downstrokes rapidly to get the sound)
…on Sunday

Riff 3

|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-9-9-7-5--------------------------------------------------------|
|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-5-3--------------------------------------------------------|

Just like Martin said

Low E
Red red wine (give me a little)
Red red wine (give me a little)
B (Riff 2)
Set us up ‘till we’re dead