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Ragpickers Dream

Mark Knopfler
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 We had no way of staying afloat
 We had to leave on the ferry boat
 Economic refugees
 On the run to germany
 We had  the back of maggie's hand
 Times  were tough in geordieland
 We got  wor tools and working gear
 And humped it all from newcastle to here
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye man
 We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
 In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
 Drills and hammers, diggers and picks
 Mixing concrete, laying bricks
 There's english,  irish, scots, the lot
 United  nation's what we've got
  (])
 Brickies, chippies, every trade
 German building, british-made
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye man
 Nae  more work on maggie's farm
 Hadaway  down the autobahn
 Mine's  a portacabin bed
 Or a bunk  in a nissen hut  instead
 There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
 And german tarts are wunderschoen
 German beer is chemical-free
 Germany's alreet with me
 Sometimes  I miss my river tyne
 But you're  my pretty fraulein
 Tonight  we'll drink the old town dry
 Keep wor spirit levels high
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye, why  aye man
 Why  aye man, why  aye man
 Sometimes  I miss my river tyne
 But you're  my pretty  fraulein
 Tonight  we'll drink the old town dry
 Keep  wor spirit levels  high
 Sometimes  I miss my river tyne
 But you're  my pretty  fraulein
 Tonight  we'll drink the old town dry
 Keep  wor spirit levels  high
 Chords:
 The freaks'll  stay together
 They're a tight old crew
 You  look at them
 And they look at you
 I love the ballyhoo girl
 But she don't care
 It's hard to find love  anywhere
 Hard  to find love  anywhere
 The professor  is the talker
 He's the talking man
 And if he can't  clean a midway
 Nobody can
 He'll get the tip on in
 From the midway mud
 You gotta have the sawdust  in the blood
 Gotta  have the sawdust  in the blood
 See the pig-faced  man and the monkey  girl
 Come  see the big fat lady
 'Gator  slim with the alligator  skin
 Come  see the devil baby
 Springer  is the talker
 He's the talking man
 He's got the whole  studio
 Eating out of his hand
 You can be on too
 With the nuts and the geeks
 Call 1-800-ima  frek
1-800-ima  frek
 See the pig-faced  man and the monkey  girl
 Come  see the big fat lady
 'Gator  slim with the alligator  skin
 Come  see the devil baby
 See the pig-faced  man and the monkey  girl
 Come  see the big fat lady
 'Gator  slim with the alligator  skin
 Come  see the devil baby
 Chords:
I'm  going into tow law
 For what I need
 Chain  for the ripsaw
 Killer for  the weed
 The dog's at the back door
 Leave him be
 Don't  feed him jack
 And don't wait up  for me
 Going  into tow law
 To fuel my fire
 Shells  for the twelve
 And razor  wire
 The dog's at the back door
 Leave him be
 Don't  do jack
 And don't wait up  for me
  &1057; [Cadd9]
 So bad
  &1057; [G]
 So bad
  &1057;
 So bad
 So bad
 I'm going into tow law
 To have my fun
 Don't  get me wrong
 You were the only  one
 Behind my back lord
 You made a fool  of me
 Don't  do jack
 And don't wait up  for me
  &1057; [Cadd9]
 So bad
 So bad
  &1057;
 So bad
 So bad
 Chords:
 This empty kitchen's  where
 I'd while  away the hours
 Just next to my  old chair
 You'd usually have  some flowers
 The shelves of books
 Even the picture  hooks
 Everything is gone
 But my heart  is hanging  on
 If this old  neighbourhood
 Survived  us both alright
 Don't know that it withstood
 All the things that took  our light
 You on the stair
 I can see  you there
 Everything is gone
 But my heart  is hanging  on
Once  there was a little  girl
 Used to wonder what she  would be
 Went out into the big  wide world
 Now she's just a memory
 There used to be a little  school here
 Where I learned to write  my name
 But time has been a little  cruel here
 Time has  no shame
 It's just a place  where
 We  used to live
 It's just a place  where
 We used  to live
 Now in another town
 You lead another life
 And now upstairs and down
 You're someone else's wife
 Here in the dust
 There's not a trace of us
 Everything is gone
 But my heart is hanging on
 It's just a place where
 We used to live
 It's just a place where
 We used to live
 Chords:
Lick1:
F
e|-------|------------------|
B|--0----|-1----------------|
G|--0---0h2-----------------|
D|------0h3-----------------|
A|-------|-3----------------|
E|-------|-1----------------|
Lick2:
C
e|-----------------|--------|
B|-----------------|--------|
G|-----------------|--------|
D|-----------------|--------|
A|-----------0-2-0-|-3------|
E|---3--3----------|--------|
Lick3:
G7
e|-----------------|--------|
B|-----------------|--------|
G|-----------------|--------|
D|-----------------|--------|
A|--3--3-2--2-0--0-|--------|
E|-----------------|-3------|
 |  |  |  |  Lick2
 You got your toecaps reinforced  with steel
   Lick1 ( )
 Hard-wearing sole and heel
 Make those tired  feet feel like new
 Take your pick,  black or Brown
   Lick1 ( )
 Great for the country or the man in town
 You're gonna need  a quality shoe
 You don't want no stand-by  pair
   Lick1 ( )
 'Cos these'll take the wear and tear
 Made to take  good care of you
 For that trip by road  or rail
   Lick1 ( )
 For extra grip on those rocky trails
   Lick3 ( )
 You're gonna need a quality shoe
 Now they maybe ain't too hot  for dancing
 But I don't foresee too  much of that
 You ain't exactly  gonna be prancing
 Around  in the moonlight
 With a cane  and a top hat
 If you could use a change of pace
 And be excused from the rat race
 Just take a look at what's on view
 Lace 'em up, walk around
 I guarantee you can't wear 'em down
 You're gonna need a quality shoe
 Now I wish you sunny skies
 And happiness wherever you may go
 But you got to realise
 There'll be wind, there'll be rain
 And occasional snow
 You're gonna want to smile in them
 If you're gonna walk a mile in them
 There'll be times when you'll be blue
 To laugh at rainy days and then
 Make your getaways in them
 You're gonna need a quality shoe
 You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
 Hard-wearing sole and heel
 Make those tired feet feel like new
 Take your pick, black or Brown
 Great for the country or the man in town
 You're gonna need a quality shoe
 Chords:
(no3)
(No3)
 Come drive me down to the central station
 I hate to leave my river tyne
 For some damn town that's god-forsaken
 Fare thee well, northumberland
 Although i'll go  where the lady takes  me
 She'll never tell what's in her hand
 I do not know  what fate awaits me
 Fare thee well,  northumberland
 My heart beats for  my streets and alleys
 Longs to dwell  in  the borderlands
 The north-east shore and the river valleys
 Fare thee well,  northumberland
 I may not stay, i'm bound for leaving
 I'm bound to ramble and to roam
 I only say my heart is grieving
 I would not gamble on my coming home
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 So drive me down to the central station
 I hate to leave my river tyne
 For some damn town that's god-forsaken
 Goodbye old friend of mine
 Although i'll go where the lady takes me
 She'll never tell what's in her hand
 I do not know what fate awaits me
 Fare thee well, northumberland
 So roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Chords:
 Roll out here mister
 If you need  a lttle  rest
 Roll  out here mister
 If you need a lttle rest
 Lay  me down in marbletown
 A bone  yard is the best
 There was a bad bull on the railroad
 Tried to put me off his train
 Lay me down in marbletown
 'Til the coast is clear again
   Ssus2
 I can hear them a- hollerin'
 'We got a man down here
 We got a man down'
 I'm gonna flip me a cannonball
 That won't stop for anyone
 Lay me down in marbletown
 Wait 'til morning comes
 I'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
 Wait here on my train
 Lay me down in marbletown
 I hope that it don't rain
 And I can still hear them hollerin
 ''We got a man down here
 We got a man down'
 Roll out here mister
 If you need a little rest
 Lay me down in marbletown
 A bone yard is the best
 Chords:
(No3)
 What do you know about the hammer and the spike
 What do you know about the farm
 You don't know
 You don't know what it's like
 Because you don't know
 You don't know you're born
 What do you know about the hammer and the chisel
 You only know the kitchen and the warm
 You don't know about the night shift whistle
 Punching the clock to the horn
 Because you don't know
 You don't know you're born
 You don't  know
 You don't know you're born
 You don't  know
 You don't  know you're born
 You don't  know
 You don't know you're born
 You don't  know
 You don't  know you're born
 What do you know about the hammer and the nails
 Know about the thistles and the thorns
 What do you know about the road and the rails
 Your heart so weary and your hands all worn
 Your hands so weary and your heart all torn
 And you don't know
 You don't know you're born
 Chords:
 Look at me coyote
 Don't let a little road dust put you off
 You can't judge a book
 Well you know that stuff
 There's a tear in my upholstery
 And a hole in my shoe
 But don't you just wish that you could
 Make half of the speed I do
 Speed I do,  speed I do,  speed I do
 You can't catch me coyote
 Though there may be blood on the tracks
 There may be some bridges burning
 Behind our backs
 But I got my laundry on the backseat
 And an itinerary too
 And don't you just wish that you could
 Make half of the speed I do
 Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
 Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
 Now I'm a speck on your horizon
 Getting smaller fast
 An ambush wouldn't be surprising
 I hope it's better than your last
 Once again the roadrunner
 Leaves the coyote in the dirt
 You've got another plan of action
 But we all know it ain't never gonna work
 It must be hard having dog dreams
 That never come true
 And don't you just wish that you could
 Make half of the speed I do
 Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
 Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
 Chords:
/5-
/5-
 When Jack  Frost came for Christmas
 With a brass monkey date
 The rail-king  and the scarecrow
 Hopped a Florida  freight
 And they blew  on their paper  cups
 And stared through the steam
 Then they drank  half a bottle
 Of Ragpicker's  Dream  where
 The whiskey  keeps following
 Cold pitchers  of beer
Me  and my associate
 Like the clientele  here get
 The onions  and the 'taters
 Rib-eyes on the grill
 Toothpicks  and luckies
 And a coffee  refill
 As the rail-king  lay rocking
 He was leaving the ground
 Then he was flying  like Santa  Claus
 Over the town  where
 He came  to the window
 Of a house by a stream
 It was a family Christmas
 In the Ragpicker's  Dream  there
 Were kids  at the table
 All aglow in the light
 Music in the wintertime
 Sure carries  at night  there
 Was turkey  and gravy
  /5-
 Pie and ice cream
 And gifts  for each and everyone
 In the Ragpicker's  Dream  where
 The red-eye  keeps tumbling
 In our glasses  of beer
Me  and my associate
 Like the service  in here  there's
 A ten  for your trouble
 You have beautiful  hair
 Make the last  one two doubles
 It's a cold  one out there  where
 The scarecrow  and the rail-king
 Have started to dance
 But a nightstick  and a billyclub
 Won't  give peace a chance  here
 I think  they went thataways
  Am7/5-
 Your song and dance team
 Heading home  for the holidays
 With the Ragpicker's Dream  on
 His knees  like a fighter
 The rail-riding king
 Like a sack of potatoes
 Like a bull  in the ring  where
 The scarecrow  falls over
  /5-
 With a tear in the seam
 Home  for the rover
 In the Ragpicker's  Dream  where
 The red-eye  keeps tumbling
 Like tears  in our beer
Me  and my associate
 Like the ambience  here  where
 They cornered  two castaways
 In a white flashlight beam
 Merry Christmas  and happy  days
 In the Ragpicker's  Dream
 Chords:
/5-
Oh,  you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
 When he's gone
 Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
 When he's gone
 Daddy's  gone down that gallatin  road
  /5-
 The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh,  you're gonna  miss your daddy  when he's  gone
Oh,  I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
 Than a dime
 Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
 Than a dime
 Daddy's  gone down that crossville  track
  /5-
 If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
Oh,  I'd rather  have a dollar  than a dime
 Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
 While you can
 Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
 While you can
 Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
 If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
 Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can
 Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
 Knoxville now
 Yeah, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
 Knoxville now
 Daddy's gone down that knoxville road
 The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
 Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
 E  or
 E7M  or
 Everything was in  there
 That you'd want  to see
 Corned beef and onions
 And true love
 Turnips and tinned  tomatoes
 Parsnips and a few  potatoes
 A couple extra blessings
 From above
 Now this here mingle-mangle
 Was my best  one yet
 A big old bad goulash
 Worth waiting for
 And i'm just about to dip  my can
 Taste some brotherhood  of  man
 When I get a feeling
 That there's a flaw
 Who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan
 Was it you
 Who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan  stew
 I close my eyes
 For just a minute
 What do you do
 Who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan  stew
 In the mulligan
 In the mulligan
 In the mulligan  stew
 You won't find self-improvement or philosophy
 In a dumpster sitting by
 The kitchen door
 There's plenty leek and humble pie
 Ain't too much ham on rye
 Sometimes I wonder
 What i'm looking for
 But a spoonful of forgiveness
 Goes a long, long way
 And we all should do our best
 To get along
 Add a pinch of kindness crumbling
 To your loving dumpling
 Okra for thickening
 When something's wrong
 But who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan
 Was it you
 Who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan stew
 I close my eyes
 For just a minute
 What do you do
 Who put old pigweed
 In the mulligan stew

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Readable chord sheet for Ragpickers Dream by Mark Knopfler

[D5] [xx0235]
[Gadd9] [320005]
[Dsus4] [xx0233]
[C] [x32013]

[D5]

We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic refugees
On the run to germany
We h[G]ad the back of maggie's hand  [Gadd9]
T[D5]imes were tough in geordieland
We g[D5]ot wor tools and working gear
And humped it all from newcastle to here

Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[Bb]y aye, wh[C]y aye man
Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[C]y aye m[D5]an

[D5]

We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks
Mixing concrete, laying bricks
There's [G]english, irish, scots, the lot
Un[D5]ited nation's what we've got
 ([D5]])
Brickies, chippies, every trade
German building, british-made

Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[Bb]y aye, wh[C]y aye man
Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[C]y aye m[D5]an

[D5]

N[Gm]ae more work on maggie's farm [C]
H[F]adaway down the [D5]autobahn [Dsus4]
M[Gm]ine's a portacabin bed [C]
Or a b[F]unk in a nissen h[D5]ut instead [Dsus4]

[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [Dsus4]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [D5]

There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
And german tarts are wunderschoen
German beer is chemical-free
Germany's alreet with me
S[G]ometimes I miss my river tyne [Gadd9]
But y[D5]ou're my pretty fraulein
Ton[D5]ight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep wor spirit levels high

Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[Bb]y aye, wh[C]y aye man
Wh[D5]y aye man, wh[F]y aye, wh[G]y aye man
Wh[G]y aye man, wh[C]y aye m[D5]an

[D5]

Somet[Gm]imes I miss my river tyne[C]
But y[F]ou're my pr[D5]etty fraulein [Dsus4]
Ton[Gm]ight we'll drink the old town dry [C]
K[F]eep wor spirit l[D5]evels high [Dsus4]

Somet[Gm]imes I miss my river tyne[C]
But y[F]ou're my pr[D5]etty fraulein [Dsus4]

Ton[Gm]ight we'll drink the old town dry [C]
K[F]eep wor spirit l[D5]evels high [Dsus4]

[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [Dsus4]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [D5]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [Dsus4]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [D5]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [Dsus4]
[Gm]   [C]   [F] [D5]   [D5]

Chords:

[Dsus2] [xx0230]
[Asus2] [x02200]

[D]  [Dsus2]  [D]   [D]  [Dsus2]  [D]

The fr[D]eaks'll stay together
They're a tight old cr[G]ew
Y[A]ou look at them
And they look at y[D]ou  [Dsus2]         [D]

I love the ballyhoo girl
But she don't c[G]are
It's hard to find l[A]ove anywh[Bm]ere  [Bm7]
H[G]ard to find l[A]ove anywh[D]ere [A]    [Asus2]          [A]            [Asus2]                  [A]

The prof[D]essor is the talker
He's the talking m[G]an
And if he c[A]an't clean a midway
Nobody c[D]an [Dsus2]        [D]

He'll get the tip on in
From the midway m[G]ud
You gotta have the sawdust[A] in the bl[Bm]ood  [Bm7]
G[G]otta have the sawdust[A] in the bl[D]ood [A]    [Asus2]          [A]

See the p[D]ig-faced man and the m[G]onkey girl
C[A/C#]ome see the big fat l[D]ady [D/C#]
'G[Bm]ator slim with the all[Em]igator skin [Em]     [Em]        [D]
C[A/C#]ome see the devil b[D]aby

[D]   [G]   [A/C#]   [D]
[D]   [G]   [G] [A]   [Bm] [Bm7]
[G]   [A] [D]   [A]  [Asus2] [A]   [A]  [Asus2] [A]

Spr[D]inger is the talker
He's the talking m[G]an
He's got the wh[A]ole studio
Eating out of his h[D]and [Dsus2]        [D]

You can be on too
With the nuts and the g[G]eeks
Call 1-800-[A]ima fr[Bm]ek  [Bm7]
[G]1-800-[A]ima fr[D]ek [A]    [Asus2]          [A]            [Asus2]                  [A]

See the p[D]ig-faced man and the m[G]onkey girl
C[A/C#]ome see the big fat l[D]ady [D/C#]
'G[Bm]ator slim with the all[Em]igator skin [Em]     [Em]        [D]
C[A/C#]ome see the devil b[D]aby

See the p[D]ig-faced man and the m[G]onkey girl
C[A/C#]ome see the big fat l[D]ady [D/C#]
'G[Bm]ator slim with the all[Em]igator skin [Em]     [Em]        [D]
C[A/C#]ome see the devil b[D]aby

[D]   [G]   [A/C#]   [D]
[D]   [G]   [G] [A]   [Bm] [Bm7]
[G]   [A] [D]   [A]  [Asus2] [A]   [A]  [Asus2] [A]

Chords:
[Cadd9] [x32030]
[Dsus2] [xx0230]

[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]
[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]
[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]
[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2]

[Em]I'm going into tow law   [G]
For what I n[C]eed [Cadd9]
Ch[G]ain for the r[D]ipsaw
Killer f[Em]or the weed
The dog's at the back door [G]
Leave him b[C]e   [Cadd9]
D[G]on't feed him j[D]ack
And don't wait [Em]up for me

G[Em]oing into tow law [G]
To fuel my f[C]ire  [Cadd9]
Sh[G]ells for the tw[D]elve
And r[Em]azor wire
The dog's at the back door [G]
Leave him b[C]e  [Cadd9]
D[G]on't do j[D]ack
And don't wait [Em]up for me [Dsus2]

    &
So bad
    &
So bad
    &
So bad
So b[Dsus2]ad

[Em]

I'm going into tow law [G]
To have my f[C]un  [Cadd9]
D[G]on't get me wr[D]ong
You were the o[Em]nly one
Behind my back lord [G]
You made a fool[C] of me  [Cadd9]
D[G]on't do j[D]ack
And don't wait [Em]up for me [Dsus2]

    &
So bad
So b[Dsus2]ad     [G]
    &
So bad
So b[Dsus2]ad

[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]
[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]
[C]   [C] [Cadd9]   [Dsus2]   [Dsus2] [Dsus2] [B]

Chords:
[E7] [020100]
[Cm7] [x32000]

[Am]   [E7] [E]   [Am]   [E7] [E]   [Am]

This empty k[E7]itchen's wh[E]ere
I'd wh[Am]ile away the h[E7]ours [E]    [Am]
Just next to m[E7]y old ch[E]air [C]
You'd usually h[E]ave some fl[E7]owers  [Dm]
The shelves of b[E]ooks [E7]      [Am]          [Am/G]
Even the p[Am/F#]icture hooks
Everything is g[Dm]one [E7]
But my h[E]eart is h[Am]anging on

If this old[E7] neighbourh[E]ood
S[Am]urvived us both alr[E7]ight [E]    [Am]
Don't know that it w[E7]ithst[E]ood  [C]
All the things that t[E7]ook our l[E]ight [Dm]
You on the st[E]air  [E7]       [Am]           [Am/G]
I can s[Am/F#]ee you there
Everything is g[Dm]one [E7]
But my h[E]eart is h[Am]anging on

[Fm7]Once there was a l[Cm7]ittle girl   [Fm7]
Used to wonder what sh[Cm7]e would be   [Fm7]
Went out into the b[Cm7]ig wide world
Now she's just a m[Fm7]emory
There used to be a l[Cm7]ittle school here [Fm7]
Where I learned to wr[Cm7]ite my name   [Fm7]
But time has been a l[Cm7]ittle cruel here
Time h[Fm7]as no shame  [Dm7]

It's just a pl[G]ace[Cm7] where
W[Fm7]e used to live [Dm7]
It's just a pl[G]ace[Cm7] where
We [Fm7]used to live

Now in another town
You lead another life
And now upstairs and down
You're someone else's wife
Here in the dust
There's not a trace of us
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on

It's just a place where
We used to live
It's just a place where
We used to live

[Dm7]   [G]   [Cm7]   [Fm7]
[Dm7]   [G]   [Cm7]   [Fm7]
[Dm7]   [G]   [Cm7]   [Fm7]

Chords:

[Cm7] [x3200x]
[C#m6] [x4232x]

  Lick1:
    [Cm7] [G] [F]
e|-------|------------------|
B|--0----|-1----------------|
G|--0---0h2-----------------|
D|------0h3-----------------|
A|-------|-3----------------|
E|-------|-1----------------|

  Lick2:
   [G7]                [C]
e|-----------------|--------|
B|-----------------|--------|
G|-----------------|--------|
D|-----------------|--------|
A|-----------0-2-0-|-3------|
E|---3--3----------|--------|

  Lick3:
    [C]               [G7]
e|-----------------|--------|
B|-----------------|--------|
G|-----------------|--------|
D|-----------------|--------|
A|--3--3-2--2-0--0-|--------|
E|-----------------|-3------|

| [C] [F] | [C] [F] | [C] [F] | [C] Lick2

You got your toecaps reinf[F]orced with steel [G7]
              [C]            Lick1 ([Cm7]  [G]  [F])
Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those t[G7]ired feet feel like n[C]ew  [C#m6]        [G]           [C]
Take your pick,[F]  black or Brown [G7]
                              [C]          Lick1 ([Cm7]  [G]  [F])
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna n[G7]eed a quality sh[C]oe [F]    [C]       [G7]           [C]

You don't want no st[F]and-by pair [G7]
                        [C]            Lick1 ([Cm7]  [G]  [F])
'Cos these'll take the wear and tear
Made to t[G7]ake good care of y[C]ou  [C#m6]        [G]           [C]
For that trip by r[F]oad or rail [G7]
                         [C]            Lick1 ([Cm7]  [G]  [F])
For extra grip on those rocky trails
              [G7]              [C]  [F]  [Fm]  Lick3 ([C]  [G7])
You're gonna need a quality shoe

Now they maybe ain't too h[C]ot for dancing [G7]
But I don't foresee too[C] much of that [Em]
You ain't exactly[B7] gonna be prancing
Ar[Em]ound in the m[C#m6]oonlight
With a c[Dm]ane and a top h[G7]at

If you could use a change of pace
And be excused from the rat race
Just take a look at what's on view
Lace 'em up, walk around
I guarantee you can't wear 'em down
You're gonna need a quality shoe

Now I wish you sunny skies
And happiness wherever you may go
But you got to realise
There'll be wind, there'll be rain
And occasional snow

You're gonna want to smile in them
If you're gonna walk a mile in them
There'll be times when you'll be blue
To laugh at rainy days and then
Make your getaways in them
You're gonna need a quality shoe

You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or Brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe

Chords:
[C5] [x355xx]
[F](no3) [133xxx]
[C](No3) [x335xx]

[C5]

Come drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river tyne
For some damn town that's god-forsaken
Fare thee well, northumberland
Although i'll g[F]o where the lady t[C5]akes me
She'll never tell what's in her h[C5]and[G]
I do not kn[C5]ow what fate awaits me
Fare thee w[F]ell,    [F]       [G]  northumberl[C5]and

My heart beats f[C]or my streets and alleys
Longs to dw[Fsus2]ell in[Csus4] the border[C]lands

The north-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee w[F]ell,    [F]       [G]  northumberl[C5]and

I may not stay, i'm bound for leaving
I'm bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home

Roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll

So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river tyne
For some damn town that's god-forsaken
Goodbye old friend of mine
Although i'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, northumberland

So roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll
Roll on, geordie boy, roll

Chords:
[D5] [00023x]
[Csus2] [x3003x]
[G5] [5x003x]
[Fsus2] [3x001x]
[Am7] [x02010]

[D5]
Roll out here mister [Csus2]
If you n[Csus2]eed a [B]lttle r[D5]est
R[G5]oll out here mister [Fsus2]
If you need a lttle r[D5]est
L[Am7]ay me down in marbletown [G5]
A b[D5]one yard is the best

There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to put me off his train
Lay me down in marbletown
'Til the coast is clear again

   [Fsus2]  [G5]    Ssus2  [D5]
I can    hear them a- hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'

I'm gonna flip me a cannonball
That won't stop for anyone
Lay me down in marbletown
Wait 'til morning comes

I'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
Wait here on my train
Lay me down in marbletown
I hope that it don't rain

And I can still hear them hollerin
''We got a man down here
We got a man down'

Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in marbletown
A bone yard is the best

Chords:

[D5] [xx032x]
[Dsus2] [xx053x]
[D6] [xx043x]
[D7](No3) [xx021x]

[D5]   [Dsus2] [D6]   [D5]

[D5]

What do you know about the hammer and the spike
What do you know about the farm
You don't know
You don't know what it's like
Because you don't know
You don't know you're born

What do you know about the hammer and the chisel
You only know the kitchen and the warm
You don't know about the night shift whistle
Punching the clock to the horn
Because you don't know
You don't know you're born

You d[D5]on't know
You don't know you're born [D7]
You d[G]on't know
You d[Bb]on't know you're born[C]

You d[D5]on't know
You don't know you're born [D7]
You d[G]on't know
You d[Bb]on't know you're b[C]orn

[C]   [Bb]   [C]   [Bb]   [C]

What do you know about the hammer and the nails
Know about the thistles and the thorns
What do you know about the road and the rails
Your heart so weary and your hands all worn
Your hands so weary and your heart all torn
And you don't know
You don't know you're born

[C]   [Bb]   [C]   [Bb]   [C]

Chords:

[D]   [D/C]   [D/C] [D] [F]   [D]

Look at me coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I d[F]o, speed I d[G]o, speed I d[D]o

You can't catch me coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burning
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Getting smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprising
I hope it's better than your last

Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dirt
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

Chords:
[E/B] [x2210x]
[Asus2] [x0220x]
[E/G#] [4x210x]
[A/F#] [2x222x]
[A6] [x0465x]
[Am6] [x0455x]
[Bbm7]/5- [6x665x]
[Bb7]/5- [6x675x]
[Bbdim] [6x565x]
[C6] [x3221x]

[E/B]   [A]   [Abm]   [Asus2]
[E/G#]   [C#m]   [A]   [B]

When J[E/B]ack Frost came for Ch[A]ristmas [Abm]
With a brass monkey d[Asus2]ate
The r[E/G#]ail-king and the s[C#m]carecrow
Hopped a Fl[A]orida freight [A/F#]
And they bl[E/B]ew on their p[A]aper cups  [Abm]
And stared through the st[Asus2]eam
Then they dr[E/G#]ank half a b[C#m]ottle
Of R[A]agpicker's Dr[Fm]eam where

The wh[A6]iskey keeps fo[Am6]llowing
Cold p[B]itchers of b[E/G#]eer
[C#m]Me and my ass[E/B]ociate
Like the cl[Asus2]ientele here g[B]et
The [E/G#]onions and the 't[A]aters [Abm]
Rib-eyes on the gr[Asus2]ill
T[E/G#]oothpicks and l[C#m]uckies
And a c[A]offee r[A/F#]efill

[E/B]   [A]   [Abm]   [Asus2]
[E/G#]   [C#m]   [A]   [B]

As the r[E/G#]ail-king lay r[A]ocking [E/G#]
He was leaving the gr[Asus2]ound
Then he was fl[E/G#]ying like S[C#m]anta Claus [A]
Over the t[A/F]own where
He c[E/G#]ame to the w[A]indow  [E/G#]
Of a house by a str[Asus2]eam    [E/G#]
It was a family Chr[C#m]istmas
In the R[A]agpicker's Dr[A/F#]eam there

Were k[E/G#]ids at the t[A]able [E/G#]
All aglow in the l[Asus2]ight   [E/G#]
Music in the w[C#m]intertime
Sure c[A]arries at n[A/F#]ight there
Was t[E/G#]urkey and gr[A]avy
 [E/G#]         [Bbm7]/5-
Pie and ice cream
And g[E/B]ifts for each and [C#m]everyone
In the R[A]agpicker's D[F#m]ream where

The r[A6]ed-eye keeps t[Am6]umbling
In our gl[B]asses of b[E/G#]eer
[C#m]Me and my ass[E/B]ociate
Like the s[Asus2]ervice in h[B]ere there's
A t[E/G#]en for your tr[A]ouble [E/G#]
You have b[Asus2]eautiful hair
Make the l[E/G#]ast one two d[C#m]oubles
It's a c[A]old one out th[A/F#]ere where

The sc[E/G#]arecrow and the r[A]ail-king [E/G#]
Have started to d[Asus2]ance
But a n[E/G#]ightstick and a b[C#m]illyclub
Won't[A] give peace a ch[A/F#]ance here
I th[E/G#]ink they went th[A]ataways [E/G#]
                     A
Your song and dance team
Heading h[E/B]ome for the h[C#m]olidays  [A]
With the Ragpicker's Dr[A/F#]eam on

His kn[E/B]ees like a f[A]ighter [E/G#]
The rail-riding k[Asus2]ing    [E/G#]
Like a sack of pot[C#m]atoes
Like a b[A]ull in the r[A/F#]ing where
The sc[E/G#]arecrow falls [A]over [E/G#]
                    [Bb7]/5-   [A6]
With a tear in the seam
H[E/B]ome for the r[C#m]over
In the R[A]agpicker's Dr[A/F#]eam where

The r[A6]ed-eye keeps t[Am6]umbling
Like t[B]ears in our b[E/G#]eer
[C#m]Me and my ass[E/B]ociate
Like the [A]ambience h[B]ere where
They c[E/G#]ornered two c[A]astaways [E/G#]
In a white flashlight b[Bbdim]eam     [A6]
Merry Chr[E]is[B]tmas and h[C#m]appy days
In the R[A]agpicker's Dr[A/F#]eam    [C6]

[E/B]   [A]   [Abm]   [Asus2]
[E/G#]   [Asus2]   [E/G#] [E]   [Asus2]

Chords:

[C#m]/5- [x4565x]

[G]   [E]   [A]   [D]   [G]

[G]Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's g[C]one
When he's g[G]one
Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's g[A]one
When he's g[D]one
D[G]addy's gone down that g[B]allatin road
     [C]                      [C#m]/5-
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
[G]Oh,[E] you're g[A]onna miss your d[D]addy when h[G]e's gone

[G]Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a d[C]ime
Than a d[G]ime
Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a d[A]ime
Than a d[D]ime
D[G]addy's gone down that cr[B]ossville track
       [C]                          [C#m]/5-
If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
[G]Oh[E], I'd r[A]ather have a d[D]ollar than a d[G]ime

Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can

Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Yeah, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Daddy's gone down that knoxville road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now

E [076455] or [022100]
E7M [076445] or [021100]

[E]   [E]   [E]   [E] [Em7]   [A]

Everything was [B]in there
That you'd w[E]ant to see  [Em7]        [A]
Corned beef and [B]onions
And true l[E]ove  [Em7]        [A]
Turnips and t[B]inned tomatoes [E]
Parsnips and a f[C#m]ew p[B]otatoes [A]

A couple extra blessings
From ab[B]ove  [A]

Now this here mingle-m[B]angle
Was my b[E]est one yet [Em7]      [A]
A big old bad goul[B]ash
Worth waiting f[E]or [Em7]      [A]
And i'm just about to d[B]ip my can [E]
Taste some brotherh[C#m]ood o[B]f man [A]
When I get a feeling [B]
That there's a flaw [A]

Who put old p[B]igweed
In the m[E]ulligan
Was it y[C#m]ou   [B]      [A]

Who put old pigweed
In the m[E]ulligan st[B]ew [A]
I close my e[B]yes
For just a m[E]inute
What do you d[C#m]o   [B]      [A]
Who put old p[E]igweed
In the m[B]ulligan st[E]ew
In the m[B]ulligan
In the m[E]ulligan
In the m[A]ulligan[B] st[E]ew [Em7]

You won't find self-improvement or philosophy
In a dumpster sitting by
The kitchen door
There's plenty leek and humble pie
Ain't too much ham on rye
Sometimes I wonder
What i'm looking for

But a spoonful of forgiveness
Goes a long, long way
And we all should do our best
To get along
Add a pinch of kindness crumbling
To your loving dumpling
Okra for thickening
When something's wrong

But who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just a minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew

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