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Our Shangri-La

Mark Knopfler
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 5.15 a.m.
 snow laying all around
 a collier cycles home
 from his night shift underground
 past the silent pub
 primary school, workingmens club
 on the road from the pithead
 the churchyard packed
 with mining dead
 then beneath the bridge
 he comes to a giant car
 a shroud  of snow upon the roof
 a mark ten jaguar
 he thought the man was fast asleep
 silent, still and deep
 both dead and cold
 shot through
 with bullet holes
 the one armed bandit man
 came north to fill his boots
 came up from cockneyland
 e-type jags and flashy suits
 put your money in
 pull the levers
 watch them spin
 cash cows in all the pubs
 but he preferred the new nightclubs
 nineteen sixty-seven
 bandit men in birdcage heaven
 la dolce vita, sixty-nine
 all new  to people of the tyne
who  knows who did what
 somebody made a call
 they said  his hands
 were in the pot
 that he’d been skimming hauls
 he picks up the swag
 they gaily gave away
 drives his giant jag
 off to  his big pay day
 the bandit man
 came north to fill his boots
 came up from cockneyland
 e-type jags and flashy suits
 the bandit man
 came up the great north road
 up to geordieland
 to mine
 the mother lode
 
 seams blew up or cracked
 black diamonds came hard won
 generations toiled and hacked
 for a pittance and black lung
 crushed by tub or stone
 together
 and alone
 how the young and old
 paid the price  of coal
 eighteen sixty-seven
 my angel’s gone to heaven
 he’ll be happy there
 sunlight and sweet clean air
 they gather round the glass
 tough hewers and crutters
 child trappers and putters
 the little foals and  half-marrows
 who pushed
 and pulled the barrows
 the hod boys
 and the rolleywaymen
 5.15 a.m.
 Chords:
 i’m going to san  bernardino
 ring-&1072;-ding[Asus2]-ding [C]
 milkshake  mixers
 that’s  my thing, now
 these  guys bought
 a heap  of my stuff
 and i gotta  see a good thing
 sure  enough, now
 or my name’s  not kroc
 that’s kroc  with a ‘k’
 like ‘crocodile’
 but not spelled  that way, yeah
 it’s dog  eat dog
 rat  eat rat
 kroc-style
 boom, like that
 the folks line up
 all down the street
 and i’m seeing this girl
 devour her meat, now
 and then i get it, wham
 as clear as day
 my pulse begins to hammer
 and i hear a voice say:
 these  boys have
 got this down
 oughtta  be a one of these
 in every  town
 these boys have
 got the touch
 it’s clean  as a whistle
 and it don’t  cost much
 wham, bam
 you don’t wait long
 shake,  fries
 patty,  you’re gone
 and how about that
 friendly name?
 heck, every  little thing
 oughtta stay  the same
 or my  name’s not kroc
 that’s kroc with a ‘k’
 like ‘crocodile’
 but not spelled that way, now
 it’s dog eat dog
 rat eat rat
 kroc-style
 boom, like that
 you gentlemen
 ought to expand
 you’re going to need
 a helping hand, now
 so, gentlemen
 well, what about me?
 we’ll make a little
 business history, now
 or my name’s not kroc
 call me ray
 like ‘crocodile’
 but not spelled that way, now
 it’s dog eat dog
 rat eat rat
 kroc-style
 boom, like that
 well we build it up
 and i buy ‘em out
 but, man they made me
 grind it out, now
 they open up a new place
 flipping meat
 so i do, too
 right across the street
 i got the name
 i need the town
 they sell up in the end
 and it all shuts down
 sometimes you gotta
 be an s.o.b.
 you wanna make a dream
 reality
 competition?
 send ‘em south
 if they’re gonna drown
 put a hose in their mouth
 do not pass ‘go’
 go straight to hell
 i smell that
 meat hook smell
 or my name’s not kroc
 that’s kroc with a ‘k’
 like ‘crocodile’
 but not spelled that way, now
 it’s dog eat dog
 rat eat rat
 kroc-style
 boom, like that
 Chords:
 somebody’s gotta crack
 a whip around here
 who’s  minding  the store?
 shake it up sell some beer
 what’s your
 money maker  for?
 pay  day
 we’re packin’ ‘em in
 six-gun annie
 and buffalo  jill
 but who’s  to say
 they’ll be back  again
 for a refill?
 honey,  you know the drill
 ain’t no left turn
 down sleepy time street
 you gotta be fast
 but you gotta stay loose
 thinking
 on your feet
 slick as grass
 through a goose
 we gotta
 rationalise
 the payroll
 is giving me chills
 you and me’s
 getting organised
 it’s kill or be killed
 honey, you know the drill
 well they can  all look down
 on sucker  row
 but they all forget
 the tallest  trees
 from acorns  grow
 though they  ain’t yet
 i never look down
 on a sucker  stake
 they all pay the bills
 i never  gave a sucker
 an even  break
 and i never will
 a beautiful  vision
 keeps coming to me
 i see
 a miracle mile
 flying in
 for free
 service
 with a smile
 high rollers
 fancy hotels
 big time singers
 topping the bill
 you gotta have a feel
 for the stuff that sells
 call it a skill
 honey, you know the drill
 somebody’s gotta crack
 a whip around here
 who’s
 minding the store?
 shake it up
 sell some beer
 money walking
 through the door
 annie’s arriving
 at a dangerous age
 don’t you
 go getting ill
 get another woman
 up in the cage
 who ain’t over the hill
 honey, you know the drill
 Chords:
 G7addF
 we’re taking on water
 diesel  and stores
 laying  up awhile
 before i’m back  on board
 they’re patching  her up
 to go fishing again
 they’re  welding her rudder
 scrubbing  her keel
 scars  on her belly
 need time  to heal
 in the dock
 with the trawlermen
 i know all the people
 there’s nobody new
 soon we’ll be leaving
 with the same old crew
 on the green water
 the tumbling sea
 they ain’t running
 like the good old days
 time’s just slipping
 down the old slipways
 in the dock
 so dear to me
 dark is the night
 i need a guiding  light
 to keep  me
 from foundering
 on the rocks
 my only prayer
 is just to see  you there
 at the end
 of my  wandering
 back in the dock
 i could use a layoff
 getting my strength back
 but there’s a loan to pay off
 and a few skipjack
 so it’s a turnaround
 back in the southerly wind
 pirates coming in
 to steal our gold
 you can count yourself lucky
 with a profit in the hold
 in the dock
 when we come in
 dark is the night
 i need a guiding light
 to keep me
 from foundering
 on the rocks
 my only prayer
 is just to see you there
 at the end
 of my wandering
 back in the dock
 Chords:
 around the time of ‘clambake’
 movie number twenty-five
 you and the lying dutchman
 are still in overdrive
 you’re as strong as when you started
 mississippi in your soul
 you can still be marlon brando
 and the king  of rock and roll
 it isn’t just the records
 no, you must have hollywood
 the songs alone are not enough
 that much is understood
 you’ll soon be back in memphis
 maybe then you’ll know what to do
 the storylines they’re giving you
 are just  not ringing true
 oh, it’s a ways  to go
 back to tupelo
 oh, it’s a ways  to go
 back to tupelo
 when you’re young and beautiful
 your dreams are all ideals
 later on it’s not the same
 lord, everything is real
 sixteen hundred miles of highway
 roll back to the truth
 and a song to give your mother
 in your first recording booth
 around the time of ‘clambake’
 that old dream’s still rolling on
 sometimes there’ll be the feeling
 things are going wrong
 the morning star is fading
 lord, the mississippi’s cold
 you can still be marlon brando
 and the king of rock and roll
 but it’s a ways to go
 back to tupelo
 Chords:
 it’s the end of a perfect day
 for surfer  boys and girls
 the sun’s  dropping down in the bay
 and falling  off the world
 there’s a diamond  in the sky
 our  evening star
 in our  shangri-la
 get that fire burning strong
 right here and right now
 it’s here and then it’s gone
 there’s no secret, anyhow
 we may never love again
 to the music of guitars
 in our shangri-la
 tonight  your beauty burns
 into my  memory
 the wheel of heaven turns
 above us endlessly
 this is all  the heaven we’ve got
 right  here where we are
 in our  shangri-la
 this is all the heaven we’ve got
 right here where we are
 in our shangri-la
 Chords:
 i got shot  off my horse
 so what? i’m up  again
 and playing
 in one of these
 big saloons on main
 you can come up  here
 take  a look
 around these sinners’  dens
 you’re only  ever going to find
 one or two real  games
 nobody’s driving
 me underground
 not  yet  anyway
 but either  on the strip
 or on  the edge of town
everybody  pays
 everybody pays to play
 yeah, you ought to stay
 right where you are
 in  sawdust land
 it’s probably  the
 safest place to be
 with your
 greasy  little pork  pies
 and your shoestring  hands
 it makes
 no difference to me
 all those directions
 which we never  took
 to go  our  different ways
 who went  and wrote
 the oldest  story  in the book?
everybody  pays
 everybody pays to play
 curl  up inside
 a boxcar  dream
 and disappear
 with a couple
 low roller friends
 you were never  one
 for trouble
 so get out  of here
 i knew  the game
 was dangerous back then
 but nobody’s breezing
 through these swinging  doors
 just ups and  walks away
everybody  has to leave
 some blood  here on the floor
everybody  pays
 everybody pays to play
everybody  pays
 everybody pays to play
 Chords:
 so  many mouths
 to feed on the farm
 sonny was the second
 to the last one born
 his mamma ran away
 and his daddy beat him bad
 and he grew up wild
 good love he never had
 he had a left
 like henry’s hammer
 a right like betty bamalam
 rode with the muggers
 in the dark and dread
 and all them sluggers
 went down like lead
 well he hung with the hoods
 he wouldn’t stroke the fans
 but he had dynamite
 in both his hands
 boom bam
 like the slammer door
 the bell and the can
 and the bodies on the floor
 beware the bear’s in town
 somebody’s money says
 the bear’s going down
 yeah, the bear never smiles
 sonny’s  going down
 for miles  and miles
 sonny’s  going down
 for miles and miles
 the writers didn’t like him
 the fight game jocks
 with his lowlife backers
 and his hands like rocks
 they didn’t want to have
 a bogey man
 they didn’t like him
 and he didn’t like them
 black  cadillac
 alligator boots
 money  in the pockets
 of his sharkskin suits
 some  say the bear
 took  a flop
 they couldn’t  believe it
 when they saw him drop
 he had a left
 like henry’s hammer
 a right like betty bamalam
 rode with the muggers
 in the dark and dread
 and all them sluggers
 went down like lead
 joe louis was his hero
 he tried to be the same
 but a criminal child
 wears a ball and chain
 so the civil rights people
 didn’t want him on the throne
 and the hacks and the cops
 wouldn’t leave him alone
 beware the bear’s in town
 somebody’s money says
 the bear’s going down
 yeah, the bear never smiles
 sonny’s going down
 for miles and miles
 sonny’s going down
 for miles and miles
 at the foot of his bed
 with his feet on the floor
 there was dope in his veins
 and a pistol on the drawer
 there was no investigation
 as such
 he hated needles
 but he knew too much
 criss-crossed
 on his back
 scars from his daddy
 like slavery tracks
 the second-last child
 was the second-last king
 never again was it the same
 in the ring
 he had a left
 like henry’s hammer
 a right like betty bamalam
 rode with the muggers
 in the dark and dread
 and all them sluggers
 went down like lead
 they never could be sure
 about the day he was born
 a motherless child
 set to working on the farm
 and they never could be sure
 about the day he died
 the bear was the king
 they cast aside
 beware the bear’s in town
 somebody’s money says
 the bear’s going down
 yeah, the bear never smiles
 sonny’s going down
 for miles and miles
 sonny’s going down
 for miles and miles
 Chords:
 if i’m over the moon
 it’s because i’m over  you
 a day at a time
 and i’m tickety-boo
 i don’t carry on
 the way i  used to
 whoop de doo
 whoop de doo
 if i’m doing great
 it’s because when i  get home
 i don’t go straight
 to my answerphone
 and the tears don’t come
 the way they used  to
 whoop de doo
 whoop de doo
 so many little things
 are so much better  now
 they were only the little  things
 anyhow
 if i’m over the moon
 it’s because that’s what  i am
 funny that once
 i used to give  a damn
 and i’d do anything
 in the whole wide  world for you
 whoop de doo
 whoop de doo
anything
 anything you’d  want me to
 whoop de doo
 whoop de doo
 Chords:
 
 one thing was leading to the next
 i bit off more  than i could chew
 
 i had the power to sign the cheques
 it wasn’t difficult to do
 i couldn’t stay  and  face the music
 so many  reasons why
 i won’t  be  sending postcards
 from paraguay
 from paraguay
 from paraguay
 i robbed a bank full of dinero
 a great big mountain of dough
 so it was goodbye companero
 and cheerio
 i couldn’t stay and face the music
 so many reasons why
 i won’t be sending postcards
 from paraguay
 i never meant to be a cheater
 but there was blood on the wall
 i had to steal from peter
 to pay what i owed to paul
 i couldn’t stay and face the music
 so many reasons why
 i won’t be sending postcards
 from paraguay
 my darling girl
 my darling girl
 you’re all that matters
 in this  wicked world
 all that matters
 all that matters
 my darling boy
 my darling boy
 all of my sunshine
 and all of my joy
 you’re all that matters
 all that matters
 well, i can’t stop the pain
 when it calls
 i’m a man
 and i can’t stop the rain
 when it falls,  my darling
 who can?
 my darling girl
 my darling girl
 you’re all that matters
 in this wicked world
 all that matters
 all that matters
 my darling friend
 my darling friend
 all we’ve got going
 is love in the end
 it’s all that matters
 all that matters
 brew the coffee in a bucket
 double straight man and  banjo
 if you don’t got the snake  oil
 buster, you  don’t got a show
 who puts the doh-re-me
 in our pockets
 keeps the party going on?
 it’s the man
 who sells the potions
 i’m just one  who plays the songs
 now they generally  buys
 the bigger size
 they usually  rub it in
i  drank  it once, it tasted
 like grease  and paraffin
 it’s mostly alcohol,  okay
 you can’t deny  it’s strong
 we was going through the motions
 ‘til the doctor  came along
 there stands the bottle
 ladies and gentlemen
 all these bottles
 don’t have to tell  you, friends
 these  days  miracles
 don’t come falling  from the sky
 raise your glasses to the doctor
 to a stand up  guy
 when the monkeyshine is flying
 and he’s promising the cure
 he says the french
 for your lovesick blues
 la maladie d’amour
 he gets the chumps all laughing
 but he gets a few to buy
 here’s to beefsteak
 when you’re hungry
 and whiskey when you’re dry
 now the band’ll blow their moolah
 like sailors gone ashore
 now we’re going to west helena
 to gamble, drink and whore
 let’s you and me
 all make whoopee
 here’s mud in your eye
 here’s to all the gals you ever want
 and heaven when you die
 there stands the bottle
 ladies and gentlemen
 all these bottles
 don’t have to tell you, friends
 these days miracles
 don’t come falling from the sky
 raise your glasses to the doctor
 to a stand up guy
 there’s a big cheese with a cigar
 been sizing up the show
 he wants to get the doctor
 pitching on the radio
 i will make a switch to guitar
 but the rules all still apply
 they want to trust somebody
 yeah, they want a stand up guy
 there stands the bottle
 here’s to absent friends
 all these bottles
 dead soldiers in the end
 these days miracles
 don’t come falling from the sky
 raise your glasses to the doctor
 to a stand up guy
 to the doctor
 a stand up guy
 donegan’s gone
 Licks:
Main Lick:
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 Donegan's gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  D Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Play  that big grand coulee  dam
 Nobody  loves like an irishman
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 Main Lick
 Donegan's gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  D Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Lord,  I'm just a rolling  stone
 Rock  my soul I wanna go home
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 I think it's not a problem to play that solo, and i didn't tab it)
 Donegan's gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  D Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Gone, Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 Stackalee  and a gamblin'  man
 Rock  my soul in the bosom of abraham
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 Main Lick
 Donegan's gone,  Lonnie Donegan
  D Main Lick
 Donegan's gone
 Gone, Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 Time  just goes on rolling  by
 Lord,  I feel like I could cry
 Gone,  Lonnie Donegan
 Donegan's gone
 Main Lick
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don’t  often open up this floor
 since i handed in my gun
 what all these keys are for
 now my tour of duty’s done
 you got to know  the switches
 now  you got your turn
 watch and learn, junior
 watch and learn
 now you  will get your
 trouble spots
 here’s one from
 down voodoo way
 bragged he had me
 by the you-know-whats
 very funny, you  don’t say
 the big enchilada
 stealing elections
 had to go down there
 trash collection
 got his cojones
 on my desk  in there
 made into a souvenir
 set of cufflinks,  nice pair
 the rest  of him’s
 someplace up here
 sometimes you got  to
 put a shoulder  to the door
 not  so fast, junior
 listen to your pa
 here,  son
 i’m handing over  to you
 don’t  crash the ambulance
 whatever you do
 what  we have here’s
 a dung hole place
 thought it was fly shit
 on the map
 fat bastard, ugly face
 and the personal crap
 you can’t move the barriers
 you can’t mess  with oil and gas
 had to go down there
 stick a couple
 aircraft carriers
 in his ass
 fancy  dress
 medals  chest
 it’s all  in here
 for all the gigs
 gas mask
 bullet-proof  vest
 all the usual rigs
 there’ll be things they missed
 they didn’t mention
 you’ve even
 got a whistle in there
 for attracting attention
 well,  i think you’re gonna
 be okay, son
 you’ve had the tour, i guess
 these two buttons
 by the way
 this  one i hope
 you never  press
 some holy fool,  just watch
 who’s not  like you or me
 that one’s the whole
 shooting match
 right there
 it’s the whole shitaree
 we don’t  forget
 who put us here, jack
 that’s page one
 we talk soft
 but carry a big stick
 and pack the biggest gun
 we don’t like accidents
 major or minor
 you don’t want  yourself
 an incident
 don’t ever invade china
 here,  son
 i’m handing over  to you
 don’t  crash the ambulance
 here,  son
 i’m handing over  to you
 don’t  crash the ambulance
 whatever you do

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Readable chord sheet for Our Shangri-La by Mark Knopfler

[Gm7] [3x0002]

[D]

5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around [G]

a collier cycles home
from his night shift undergr[D]ound  [A]

past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club [Em]

on the road from the pithead
the churchyard p[G]acked
with mining d[D]ead

then beneath the bridge

he comes to a giant car
a shr[G]oud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jagu[D]ar  [A]

he thought the man was fast asleep
silent, still and deep  [Em]

both dead and cold
shot thr[G]ough
with bullet h[D]oles  [Gm7]

the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his boots  [D]

came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits [Gm7]

put your money in

pull the levers
watch them spin [D]

cash cows in all the pubs
but he preferred the new nigh[A]tclubs

nineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven  [Bm]

la dolce vita, sixty-nine
all n[G]ew to people of the tyne [D]    [A]

[D]who knows who did what

somebody made a call
they s[G]aid his hands

were in the pot
that he’d been skimming h[D]auls  [A]

he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away [Em]

drives his giant jag
off t[G]o his big pay d[D]ay  [Gm7]

the bandit man
came north to fill his boots [D]

came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits  [Gm7]

the bandit man
came up the great north road [D]

up to geordieland

to mine
the mother lode [A]

[A]

 [D]

seams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard won [G]

generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and black l[D]ung [A]

crushed by tub or stone

together
and alone [Em]

how the young and old
paid the pr[G]ice of c[D]oal  [A]

eighteen sixty-seven
my angel’s gone to heaven [Bm]
he’ll be happy there [G]
sunlight and sweet clean air [D]    [A]

[D]

they gather round the glass
tough hewers and crutters  [Bm]

child trappers and putters
the little foals [Em]and half-ma[A]rrows   [Em]

who pushed
and pulled the b[A]arrows [Em]

the hod boys
and the r[G]olleywaymen  [D]

5.15 a.m.

Chords:
[Asus2] [x02200]
[G6] [320000]

[Em]   [G6]   [Asus2]   [C]
[Em]   [G6]   [C]

i’m going to s[Em]an bernardino
r[G6]ing-&
m[Em]ilkshake mixers
th[G6]at’s my thing, now  [C]

th[Em]ese guys bought
a h[G6]eap of my stuff [Asus2]        [C]
and i g[Em]otta see a good thing
s[G6]ure enough, now  [C]

or my n[Em]ame’s not kroc
that’s kr[G6]oc with a ‘k’ [Asus2]        [C]
like ‘cr[Em]ocodile’
but not sp[G6]elled that way, y[C]eah
it’s d[Em]og eat dog
r[G6]at eat rat [Asus2]        [C]

[Em]

kroc-style
boom, like that

the folks line up
all down the street
and i’m seeing this girl
devour her meat, now
and then i get it, wham
as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer
and i hear a voice say:
th[Em]ese boys have
got this down
o[C]ughtta be a one of these
in [D]every town [Em]
these boys have
got the touch
it’s cl[C]ean as a whistle
and it d[D]on’t cost much [Em]
wham, bam
you don’t wait long
sh[C]ake, fries
p[D]atty, you’re gone [Em]
and how about that
friendly name?
heck, [C]every little thing
oughtta st[D]ay the same

or my[Em] name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

you gentlemen
ought to expand
you’re going to need
a helping hand, now
so, gentlemen
well, what about me?
we’ll make a little
business history, now
or my name’s not kroc
call me ray
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

well we build it up
and i buy ‘em out
but, man they made me
grind it out, now
they open up a new place
flipping meat
so i do, too
right across the street
i got the name
i need the town
they sell up in the end
and it all shuts down
sometimes you gotta
be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream
reality
competition?
send ‘em south
if they’re gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass ‘go’
go straight to hell
i smell that
meat hook smell
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

Chords:
[A5] [x022xx]
[F5] [1x32xx]
[G5] [3x00xx]
[D5] [xx023x]

[A5]

somebody’s gotta crack

a whip around here
who’[A5]s  [G]   m[A5]ind[F#]ing the store?  [F5]

shake it up sell some beer

what’s your
money m[G5]aker for?

p[A5]ay day

we’re packin’ ‘em in
six-gun [A5]ann[G]ie
and b[A5]uff[F#]alo jill
but wh[D5]o’s to s[A5]ay
they’ll be b[G]ac[G]k ag[F5]ain  [C/G]
for a r[F5]efill?
h[C/G]oney, you know the dr[F5]ill

[C/G]   [F5]   [C/G]   [F5]   [A5]

ain’t no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and me’s
getting organised
it’s kill or be killed
honey, you know the drill

well they c[G5]an all look down
on s[C/G]ucker row [G5]
but they all forg[C/G]et
the t[G5]allest trees
from [C/G]acorns grow
though th[F5]ey ain’t y[G5]et

i never look down
on a s[C/G]ucker stake  [G5]
they all pay the b[C/G]ills
i n[G5]ever gave a sucker
an [C/G]even break [F5]
and i never w[G5]ill

a b[A5]eautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey, you know the drill
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annie’s arriving
at a dangerous age
don’t you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ain’t over the hill
honey, you know the drill

Chords:
G7addF [323001]

[Am]

we’re taking on water
d[D]iesel and stores
l[G]aying up awhile
before i’m b[C]ack on board
they’re p[Am]atching her up
to go fishing ag[D]ain  [G]

th[Am]ey’re welding her rudder
scr[D]ubbing her keel
sc[G]ars on her belly
need t[C]ime to heal
in the d[Am]ock
with the trawlerm[B7]en

i know all the people
there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ain’t running
like the good old days
time’s just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me

[Am]
dark is the n[D]ight [G]
i need a g[Em]uiding light
to k[G]eep me
from f[Em]oundering
on the r[D]ocks [Am]
my only pr[D]ayer [G]
is just to s[Em]ee you there
at the [G]end
of my[D] wandering
back in the d[G]ock  [G7add]       [F]

[C]   [Am]   [D]   [Bm]   [F]
[Em]   [B7]   [F]   [Em]

i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in

dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock

Chords:
[Cm7] [x32000]

[Am]

around the time of ‘clambake’
movie number twenty-five
you and the lying dutchman
are still in overdrive
you’re as strong as when you started
mississippi in your soul
you can still be marlon brando
and the k[G]ing of rock and r[Am]oll

it isn’t just the records
no, you must have hollywood
the songs alone are not enough
that much is understood
you’ll soon be back in memphis
maybe then you’ll know what to do
the storylines they’re giving you
are j[G]ust not ringing tr[Am]ue   [Am/G]

oh, it’s a ways[F] to go [Dm]    [F]       [G]          [C]
back to tupelo[F]  [Dm]     [F]        [G]           [C7]
oh, it’s a way[F]s to go [Dm]    [F]       [G]          [C]
back to tupelo[F]  [Dm]     [F]        [G]

[Dm]   [G]   [Cm7]   [F]
[Dm]   [G]   [Cm7]   [F]
[Dm]   [G]

[Am]

when you’re young and beautiful
your dreams are all ideals
later on it’s not the same
lord, everything is real
sixteen hundred miles of highway
roll back to the truth
and a song to give your mother
in your first recording booth

around the time of ‘clambake’
that old dream’s still rolling on
sometimes there’ll be the feeling
things are going wrong
the morning star is fading
lord, the mississippi’s cold
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll

but it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo

Chords:
[Esus2] [022200]

[E]   [Esus2]   [E]   [F#m]   [A]   [E]

it’s the end of a perfect day
for s[F#m]urfer boys and girls
the s[A]un’s dropping down in the bay
and f[E]alling off the w[B]orld
there’s a d[E]iamond in the sky
our[F#m] evening star
in [A]our shangr[E]i-la [B]

get that fire burning strong
right here and right now
it’s here and then it’s gone
there’s no secret, anyhow
we may never love again
to the music of guitars
in our shangri-la

t[A]onight your beauty burns [Abm]
into my[F#] memory [F#m]
the wheel of heaven turns [A]

above us endlessly
this is [E]all the heaven we’ve got
r[F#m]ight here where we are
in [A]our shangri[E]-la [B]

[E]   [F#m]   [A]   [E]   [B]

this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la

Chords:
[Em7] [021100]
[Asus2] [x02200]

[E] [Em7]   [C#m] [C#m7]   [A]
[E] [B]   [A]   [E]   [B]   [E] [A]

i got sh[E]ot off my horse [Em7]
so what? i’m [A]up again  [Asus2]
and pl[A]aying

in one of these
big saloons on m[E]ain [Em7]
you can come u[A]p here
t[B]ake a look
around these s[E]inners’ dens [Em7]
you’re [A]only ever going to find
one or two r[B]eal games  [B]

[F#m]
nobody’s dr[F#m]ivin[E]g
me un[B]derground [F#m]
n[F#m]ot y[E]et anyw[B]ay  [A]     [B]
but [E]either on the strip  [Em7]
or on[A] the edge of town  [Asus2]
[A]everybody pays [Asus2]
everybody pays to pl[E]ay

[E] [Em7]   [C#m] [C#m7]   [A]
[E] [B]   [E]

yeah, you ought to stay [Em7]

right where you are
in[A] sawdust land [Asus2]
it’s pr[A]obably the
safest place to b[E]e  [Em7]

with your
gr[A]easy little p[B]ork pies
and your sh[E]oestring hands [Em7]      [A]

it makes
no difference to m[B]e  [F#m]
all those dir[F#m]ecti[E]ons
which we n[B]ever took [F#m]
to g[F#m]o ou[E]r different w[B]ays  [A]     [B]
who w[E]ent and wrote
the [Em7]oldest story[A] in the book?  [Asus2]
[A]everybody pays  [Asus2]
everybody pays to pl[E]ay

[E] [Em7]   [C#m] [C#m7]   [A]
[E] [B]

[Bm]   [C#]   [F#m]   [B]
[Em]   [A]   [D]   [F#]
[Bm]   [C#]   [F#m]   [B]
[Em]   [D]   [C]   [B]

c[E]url up inside
a b[Em7]oxcar dream[A]
and disappear [Asus2]        [A]

with a couple
low roller fri[E]ends  [Em7]
you were n[A]ever one
for tr[B]ouble
so get [E]out of here [Em7]
i kn[A]ew the game
was dangerous back th[B]en [F#m]
but nobody’s br[F#m]eezi[E]ng
through these sw[B]inging doors [F#m]
just [F#m]ups [E]and walks [B]away  [A]    [B]
[E]everybody has to l[Em7]eave
some bl[A]ood here on the floor [Asus2]
[A]everybody pays  [Asus2]
everybody pays to pl[E]ay  [Em7]        [C#m]             [C#m7]

[A]everybody pays  [Asus2]
everybody pays to pl[E]ay

[E] [Em7]   [C#m] [C#m7]   [A]
[E] [B]   [A]   [E]   [B]   [E] [A]
[E] [Em7]   [C#m] [C#m7]   [A]
[E] [B]   [A]   [E]   [B]   [E] [A]

Chords:
[A5] [x022xx]
[A7] [x05655]
[Am6] [x04555]

s[A5]o many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had

he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

well he hung with the hoods
he wouldn’t stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor

beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
s[A5]onn[G]y’s going down
for m[A5]ile[F#]s and miles
s[A5]onn[F]y’s going down
for miles and miles [A5]

the writers didn’t like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didn’t want to have
a bogey man
they didn’t like him
and he didn’t like them

bl[D5]ack cadillac
alligator boots
m[A5]oney in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
s[A7]ome say the bear
t[Am6]ook a flop
they c[A7]ouldn’t believe it
when they saw him drop
he had a l[A5]eft
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didn’t want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldn’t leave him alone

beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles

at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much

criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring

he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside

beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles

Chords:
[D9] [x5455x]
[E9] [x7677x]

if i’m over the m[E]oon [Ab7]
it’s because i’m [C#m]over you
a day at a t[D9]ime [Ab7]
and i’m tickety-[C#m]boo  [E9]
i don’t carry [A]on [Ab7]
the way i[C#m] used to [A7]
whoop de d[E/B]oo   [B]
whoop de d[E]oo

if i’m doing gr[E]eat [Ab7]
it’s because when [C#m]i get home
i don’t go str[D9]aight [Ab7]
to my a[C#m]nswerphone [E9]
and the tears don’t c[A]ome[Ab7]
the way they [C#m]used to [A7]
whoop de d[E/B]oo   [B]
whoop de d[E]oo

[D7]

so many little things
are so much b[E]etter now  [C]
they were only the l[Am]ittle things [B]

anyhow

if i’m over the m[E]oon [Ab7]
it’s because that’s wh[C#m]at i am
funny that [D9]once  [Ab7]
i used to g[C#m]ive a damn [E9]
and i’d do anyth[A]ing[Ab7]
in the whole [C#m]wide world for you  [A7]
whoop de d[E/B]oo   [B]
whoop de d[C#m]oo   [F#7]

[E]anything [Ab7]
anything y[C#m]ou’d want me to [D7/C]
whoop de d[E/B]oo   [B]
whoop de d[E]oo

Chords:
[Dsus2] [xx0230]
[Em6] [34200x]

[Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [Em] [G]   [B7] [F#]
[Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [B7] [F#] [Em]

[G]
               [G/f#]           [Em]   [Em/D]  [C]
one thing was leading to the next
i bit off m[G]ore than i could ch[D]ew [Dsus2]       [D]          [G]
           [G/f#]               [Em]    [Em/D]  [Em6]
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasn’t difficult to d[D]o
i couldn’t st[Dsus2]ay and[C] face the mus[Bm]ic  [Em]      [C]
so m[G]any reasons wh[D]y
i w[Dsus2]on’t b[C]e sending p[B]ostc[Em]ards [C]
from paragu[G]ay
from parag[D]uay [B7]    [F#]
from parag[Em]uay  [G]     [B7]        [F#]           [Em]

[Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [B7] [F#] [Em]

i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay

[Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [Em] [G]   [B7] [F#] [Em]   [B7] [F#] [Em]

[C]   [C] [G]   [G]   [G] [C]   [C]   [C] [G]   [B7]   [B7] [Em]   [B7] [Em]

i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay

[A]   [Em]   [A]   [A]   [A]   [Em]   [A]   [D]

my darling g[D]irl

my darling girl

you’re all that matters
in th[D7]is wicked w[G]orld
all that m[A7]atters
all that m[G]atters [A7]

my darling b[D]oy

my darling boy
all of my s[D7]unshine
and all of my j[G]oy
you’re all that m[A7]atters
all that m[D]atters

well, i can’t stop the p[D]ain
when it c[G]alls
i’m a m[A7]an
and i can’t stop the r[F#]ain
when it f[Bm]alls, my d[G]arling
who c[A7]an? [Em]     [A7]

my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling friend
my darling friend
all we’ve got going
is love in the end
it’s all that matters
all that matters

[D/A]  [A]  [D/A]   [A] [E]   [A]

brew the coffee in a bucket
double straight man [A/C#]and banj[D]o
if you don’t got the sn[A]ake oil
buster, y[D]ou don’t got a sh[E]ow
who puts the d[A]oh-re-m[E]e
in our p[A]ockets
keeps the party g[A/C#]oing [D]on?

it’s the man
who sells the p[A]otions
i’m just [E]one who plays the s[A]ongs

now they g[E]enerally buys

the bigger size
they [A]usually rub it in
[C#]i dr[D]ank it once, it t[A]asted
like gr[D]ease and paraff[E]in
it’s m[A]ostly [E]alcoh[A]ol, okay
you can’t d[A/C#]eny it’s str[D]ong
we was going through the m[A]otions
‘til the d[E]octor came [A]along

there stands the b[C#m]ottle [D]
ladies and g[A]entlemen [D]
all these b[A]ottles  [D]
don’t have to t[E]ell you, friends
th[A]ese d[E]ays m[A]iracles
don’t come falling[A/C#] from the sk[D]y
raise your glasses to the d[A]octor [D]
to a st[A]and [E]up g[A]uy

[D/A]  [A]  [D/A]   [A] [E]   [A]

when the monkeyshine is flying
and he’s promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie d’amour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
here’s to beefsteak
when you’re hungry
and whiskey when you’re dry
now the band’ll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now we’re going to west helena
to gamble, drink and whore
let’s you and me
all make whoopee
here’s mud in your eye
here’s to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die

there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy

there’s a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah, they want a stand up guy

there stands the bottle
here’s to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy

donegan’s gone

Licks:

Main Lick:
  [D]
e|0------------/4--------|0------------/4--------|
B|-----0--------------0--|-----0--------------0--|
G|-----0-----------------|-----0-----------------|
D|-----0-----------0-----|-----0-----------0-----|
A|-----------------------|-----------------------|
E|0---------0------------|0---------0------------|

Chord [Bm]:            Chord [Dsus4]:
e|---------0--------|-----------------0----------|
B|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
G|---------0--------|-----------------1----------|
D|---------0--------|-----------------2----------|
A|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
E|------------------|----------------------------|

Chord [D/A]:     Chord [D/F#]:     Chord [D/G]:
e|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
B|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
G|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
D|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
A|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
E|------------------|------4--|-----------5------|

Donegan's g[D]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
G[D]one, Lonnie Donegan
               Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Pl[D]ay that big grand c[D/F#]oulee d[D/G]am
N[D/A]obody loves like an irishman
G[Bm]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
Donegan's g[D]one

Main Lick

Donegan's g[D]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
G[D]one, Lonnie Donegan
               Main Lick
Donegan's gone
L[D]ord, I'm just a r[D/F#]olling st[D/G]one
R[D/A]ock my soul I wanna go home
G[Bm]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
Donegan's g[D]one

I think it's not a problem to play that solo, and i didn't tab it)

Donegan's g[D]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone

Gone, Lonnie Donegan

Donegan's gone
St[D]ackalee and a g[D/F#]amblin' m[D/G]an
R[D/A]ock my soul in the bosom of abraham
G[Bm]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
Donegan's g[D]one

Main Lick

Donegan's g[D]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone

Gone, Lonnie Donegan

Donegan's gone
T[D]ime just goes on r[D/F#]olling b[D/G]y
L[D/A]ord, I feel like I could cry
G[Bm]one, Lonnie D[Dsus4]onegan
Donegan's g[D]one

Main Lick

[End]
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[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]
[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]

[Am]don’t often open up this floor   [E]

since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for [Am]
now my tour of duty’s done [Am/G]       [F]
you got to kn[F/E]ow the switches
n[Dm]ow you got your turn [Dm/C]       [Dm/B]
watch and learn, junior [E]
watch and learn  [Am]

[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]

now y[Am]ou will get your
trouble spots [E]

here’s one from

down voodoo way

bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats  [Am]
very funny, y[Am/G]ou don’t say  [F]
the big enchil[F/E]ada   [Dm]
stealing el[Dm/C]ections   [Dm/B]
had to go down there  [E]
trash collection  [F]

got his cojones
on my de[E]sk in there  [Am]
made into a souvenir [Am/G]       [F]
set of cufflinks[E], nice pair
the r[Am]est of him’s
someplace up h[Am/G]ere   [F]
sometimes you g[F/E]ot to
put a sh[Dm]oulder to the door
n[C]ot so fast, junior [E]

listen to your pa
h[F]ere, son [F/E]
i’m handing [Dm]over to you
d[C]on’t crash the ambulance [G]   [E]
whatever you d[Am]o

[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]

wh[Am]at we have here’s
a dung hole place [E]

thought it was fly shit

on the map
fat bastard, ugly face [Am]
and the personal crap [Am/G]       [F]
you can’t move the b[F/E]arriers
you can’t m[Dm]ess with oil and gas[Dm/C]      [Dm/B]

had to go down there
stick a couple [E]

aircraft carriers

in his ass
f[F]ancy dress
m[E]edals chest
it’s [Am]all in here
for all the gigs  [Am/G]        [F]

gas mask
b[E]ullet-proof vest [Am]
all the usual rigs [Am/G]       [F]
there’ll be things they m[F/E]issed [Dm]
they didn’t m[Dm/C]ention  [Dm/B]

you’ve even
got a whistle in there [E]
for attracting attention [Am]

[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]

w[Am]ell, i think you’re gonna
be okay, son[E]

you’ve had the tour, i guess

these two buttons

by the way
th[Am]is one i hope
you n[Am/G]ever press [F]
some holy fo[F/E]ol, just watch
who’s n[Dm]ot like you or me [Dm/C]       [Dm/B]

that one’s the whole

shooting match
right there [E]

it’s the whole shitaree

we d[Am]on’t forget
who put us here, jack [E]

that’s page one

we talk soft
but carry a big stick [Am]
and pack the biggest gun [Am/G]       [F]
we don’t like [F/E]accidents [Dm]

major or minor
you don’t w[C]ant yourself
an incident [E]

don’t ever invade china

h[F]ere, son [F/E]
i’m handing [Dm]over to you
d[C]on’t crash the ambulance [G]   [E]
h[F]ere, son [F/E]
i’m handing [Dm]over to you
d[C]on’t crash the ambulance [G]   [E]
whatever you d[Am]o

[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]
[Am] [F]   [E] [E/B]   [Am] [F]   [E] [E] [B]

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