FIRST VERSE (you may talk about the ladies…)

E-----------------|
B-----------------|
G-----------------|
D-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| X4
A-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|
E-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-|
E---------------------------------|
B---------------------------------|
G-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---------|
D-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| x1
A-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-|
E-------------------------1-1-1-1-|
E-----------------------|
B-----------------------|
G-3-3-3-3-3333----------|
D-3-3-3-3-3333-33333333-| x1
A-1-1-1-1-1111-33333333-|
E--------------11111111-|
E----------|
B----------|
G----------|

D-33333333- X2
[A-33333333-]
[E-11111111-]

E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-333333333333------|

D-333333333333-3333-| X1
A-111111111111-3333-|

E--------------1111-|
E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-33333333----------|

D-33333333-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-|

E----------11111111-|

CHORUS (they are looking for a home…)

E-------------------------------------|
B-------------------------------------|
G-33333333----------55555555----------|

D-33333333-33333333-55555555-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-33333333-33333333-|

E----------11111111----------11111111-|

SECOND VERSE (the farmer he took the boll weevil…)

E----------|
B----------|
G----------|

D-xxxxxxxx- x4
A-xxxxxxxx-
[E-11111111-]

E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-333333333333------|

D-333333333333-3333-| X1
A-111111111111-3333-|

E--------------1111-|
E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-33333333----------|

D-33333333-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-|

E----------11111111-|
E----------|
B----------|
G----------|

D-33333333- X2
[A-33333333-]
[E-11111111-]

E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-333333333333------|

D-333333333333-3333-| X1
A-111111111111-3333-|

E--------------1111-|
E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-33333333----------|

D-33333333-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-|

E----------11111111-|

SECOND CHORUS (yeah its full of them holes…)

E-------------------------------------|
B-------------------------------------|
G-33333333----------55555555----------|

D-33333333-33333333-55555555-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-33333333-33333333-|

E----------11111111----------11111111-|

THIRD VERSE (now this next verse is about myself…)

E----------|
B----------|
G----------|

D-33333333- x48
[A-33333333-]
[E-11111111-]

E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-333333333333------|

D-333333333333-3333-| X1
A-111111111111-3333-|

E--------------1111-|
E-------------------|
B-------------------|
G-33333333----------|

D-33333333-33333333-| X1
A-11111111-33333333-|

E----------11111111-|

BRIDGE (now stop for a minute meg…)

E-------------------------------------|
B-------------------------------------|
G-------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------3333-| x1
A-11111111----------33333333-----3333-|
E----------11111111----------11111111-|

THIRD CHORUS (yeah he’s lookin’ for a home)

E----------------------------------------|
B----------------------------------------|
G-33333333----------55555555----55---3---|
D-33333333-33333333-55555555-33-55-3-3-3-| x1
A-11111111-33333333-33333333-33-33-3-1-3-|
E----------11111111----------11----1---1-|

a great song and (once you learn the structure) very easy.

enjoy.

Verses (played twice for one measure):

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5/6---6-6/8---8---|
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Bassline:

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0--3-2-3-2-0--3--3/5-|

Chorus:

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--------5-4--7-5-|
5-3-5---5-4--7-5-|
5-3-5---3-2--5-3-|
5-3-5------------|

Solo bit:

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5^6^5--3-1-3-1-3-3-------|
---------------3-3-1-0-3-|
-----------------------3-|
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Lyrics:

You lynard skynard hat
And me little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair and dark dark eyes
I gawked like a 12 year old smitten
Carla the stripper straight from LA
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let’s be pals someday in other words
Put some clothes on and call me

I saw you it was incredible

Slim relaxed buyin’ wine at the QFC
On a snowy saturday night
Black pearls and I swear you were drinking beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I’m the one who fell out of his chair there
You had your dry cleaning and I think you’re dreamy

I saw you it was incredible
Mumbled these words at you unintelligible



Ma ma ma ma ma ma hey you there what time is it

Notes:

This is arranged to be played with drop-D tuning so you don’t have to go
through the trouble of retuning your guitar. There’s another tab on this
site that seems to be rated well but it’s in weird tuning and I don’t have
time for that. As a result the bassline part doesn’t sound as low as it
should but I think it’s okay. The solo bit sounds okay although there may be
a mistake toward the end of the riff (again, sounds okay to me). Have fun!

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-2---7---11--------------I
-2---7---11--------------I

Intro:

Guitar 1

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-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I
-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I

IGuitar 2 I

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--------------1/2br-----full bendI--------------1/2br--------------I
---------9-11--11----9--11-------I---------9-11--11----9--11---9---I
-----9h11------------------------I-----9h11------------------------I
-9h11----------------------------I-9h11----------------------------I
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Guitar 1

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-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2-2-2I
-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2----I-2--2--2--2--0----5--5---0--2-2-2I

IGuitar 2 I

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--------------1/2br-----full bendI--------------1/2br--------------I
---------9-11--11----9--11-------I---------9-11--11----9--11---9---I
-----9h11------------------------I-----9h11------------------------I
-9h11----------------------------I-9h11----------------------------I
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-________________Palm mute__________________-2-I

-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-I
-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-I

I I

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-9-------------------------------------------9-I
-------11-9-11-9------------------9-----9----9-IStop
--------------------11--9----9h11---9h11--9--7-I
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Verse:
Under the island… middle of a mountain
There is a big bad… boomin’ system
Blowin’ speakers, woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers… melted wires
The party exploded.. the core is corroded
Under ground… the Puget Sound
Cause a shiftin’… and a driftin’
Big black boom box… stuck in the hot rock
It’s in there flowin’… it’s in there growin’
You don’t believe me… that this scenery
Could be a… cold blooded killer

Chorus:
Guitar 1
It’s gonna blow woa woa woa…. Volcano

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------------------------------------------------9-9-9-9------------------------IX3
------------------------------------------------7-7-7-7---9--11--9-------------I
-2--2-2-3x-5x---------9--11--9--7--7h9-7--5--0--7-7-7-7------------------------I
-2--2-2-3x-5x-----------------------------------7-7-7-7------------9--11--9--11I

Then go to the intro

This verse is the same as the first but with a semi-clean guitar

Now the island is shiftin’… the plates are liftin
The core is creamy… docile and dreamy
Stopped up and steamy
Happy campers… poop in their pampers
When a mountain… become a fountain
Of white hot lave… molten magma
Super sonic… plate tectonics
Stereo phonic… lava and tonic
The boom is bionic
Sony shut down… magnavox meltdown
Ballistic breakdown
Hi-fi heatwave… lo-fi lava cave
That sulfur smell is… Mt. St. Helens
Pompeii was yellin’…

play Chorus 4 times

Outro:

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-4-4-4-4--2-/-7--2---4-I-4-4-4-4--2-/-7--2---4--I
-4-4-4-4--2-/-7--2---4-I-4-4-4-4--2-/-7--2---4--I

Then you just go crazy strumming that

Intro:

4---------0------------0--------------0-----------------------
5------0-----0-----0--------------0-----0-------4----2----0
6---0------------0--------4---5-------------------------------

The Rythm at the end:

4--0--0-----------4--5----------4------------------------12---10---5--

[-3]

5--0--0-----------4--5----------4------------------------12---10---5--

[-3]

6--0--0-----------4--5----------4------------------------12---10---5--

[-3] |_4x_| |_4x_|
|____4x______|

That is pretty much it except for a few stuff I did not get. E-mail
me if ya want to talk about the Presidents or other stuff. E-mail

MIKE ZOMBO

#

“Back Porch”
Chris Ballew and The Presidents of the United States of America
(Capo on the first fret and play in C to play along with PUSA. It has a
fast country two-step rhythm, but it rocks!)

Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation[Eb/D/C/Bb]
Slurpin’ on a peach, starin’ at the situation[Eb/D/C/Bb]
Kitty at my foot, meowin’ out a conversation[Eb/D/C/Bb]
Rockin’ back ‘n’ forth, that’s my only destination[Eb/D/C/Bb]

[Bb-C]Old man on the back porch, old m[Bb-C]an on the back porch[Bb-C][Bb-C]
[Bb-C]Old man on the back porch, and t[Bb-C]hat old man is me[Bb-C]
[Bb-C]Old man on the back porch, old m[Bb-C]an on the back porch[Bb-C][Bb-C]
[Bb-C]Old man on the back porch, and t[Bb-C]hat…..[F/F/Eb/F#/F/Eb/]

[-] [-] [Eb-Eb/D/C/Bb]
Me[-]eeee[-]ee[Eb-Eb/D/C/Bb]ee-ow, wow, wow, wow
(Repeat chord progression for each verse and chorus.)

Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin’ out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin’ bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that…..

Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa

(Chris and Dave’s part sung at the same time)

Chris:
I’m sittin’ on the back porch, kickin’ my legs back, rockin in my
rockin’
chair,Just sittin’ there. On the little back porch it’s about to fall
apart
So I think I might repair it, just as I’m thinkin about repairin’ it
Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string
No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug
Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their
favorite songs And kickin back, feelin’ real good, real fine, real full
of
the wine
And everything’s fine, everything’s beautiful, everything’s great
And I just feel so good, you know I’m seventy years old and
I’m slurpin’ everything through a straw

Dave:
I’m sittin’ here on the back porch just eatin’ chocolate pudding
through A
straw
And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm
body
fluid goin’ down, little players comin’ ‘round, pluggin’ in their
instruments, feelin’ good
about Themselves, singin’ original songs, by the original masters
And I’m sittin’ there on the porch, rockin’ back ‘n’ forth in my little
old
chair

But I’m an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that…..F/F/Eb/F#/F/Eb/ C

E—————————-2-|
B—————————-3-|
G—————————-2-|
D–5–5–5–4–2–2–2–4–2—|
A–5–5–5–5–2–2–2–2–2—|
D——————————|

Movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country Im gonna eat me a lot of peaches REPEAT

Peaches come from a can; they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way; Id eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin bulges in the shade

Im movin to the country Im gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country Im gonna eat me a lot of peaches REPEAT

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside; make a little room for a ant to hide
Natures candy in my hand or can or a pie

(Beat changes)
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free Look out repeat

3 chords is all there is to this one. Super straight-forward. The chord changes
can be a little tricky just from reading it, but just remember that they’re all
two bars long and listen to the original if you need a refresher. The chorus
starts on the A from the end of the verse.

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump’s pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She’s Lump, she’s Lump
She’s in my head
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small thing’s so sad that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin’ out with the band?

She’s Lump, she’s Lump
She’s in my head
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds

She’s Lump, she’s Lump
She’s in my head
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
She might be dead

Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head