Odessa
Sam BakerVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
There's the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered on around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
he played for Mojo back in the boom
drove a Corvette took what he wanted from people
they learned to give him lots of room
Well he never learned to work
but that never really mattered
because the dark crude flowed
the wild oats scattered
the dark, crude, it flowed
He fought, he flattered
and he got what he wanted
it was the only thing that mattered
Well life was easy and the big jacks pumped
pooring cash from the permian field
There were cabinets full of high grade scotch
garage, full of high speed steel
Then he killed a girl when he rolled the Corvette
Daddy's money made the lawyers go away
his mother bought vodka with all that cash
she kind of knew, yeah she kind of knew
Well he's an old man now
lives on his dead Daddy's place
never took a wife, gunna die without a trace
you see he loved the girl who was pinned in the 'vette
he talkes to her everyday
her face face was blood and diamonds
he remembers her, that way.
(same chords as Intro)
There's a pale droopy maiden who toiled her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighin' all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
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Readable chord sheet for Odessa by Sam Baker
[C]While we seek mirth and beauty and m[F]usic light and ga[C]y, There are frail forms fa[G]inting at the do[C]or. [C]Though their voices are silent, their pl[F]eading looks will s[C]ay, Oh, hard times, c[G]ome again no mo[C]re. [C]There's the song, the s[F]igh of the we[C]ary. Hard times, hard times, c[G]ome again no mor[C]e. [C]Many days you have lingered on aro[F]und my cabin do[C]or. Oh, hard times, co[G]me again no mo[C]re. [C]He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money [F]he played for Mojo back in the boom [G]drove a Corvette took what he wanted from peo[F]ple they learned to give him lots of r[Am]oom [C]Well he never learned to work [F]but that never really mattered [G]because the dark crude flowed [Am]the wild oats scattered [C]the dark, crude, it flowed [G]He fought, he flattered [F]and he got what he wanted [Am]it was the only thing that mattered Well life was easy and the big jacks pumped pooring cash from the permian field There were cabinets full of high grade scotch garage, full of high speed steel Then he killed a girl when he rolled the Corvette Daddy's money made the lawyers go away his mother bought vodka with all that cash she kind of knew, yeah she kind of knew Well he's an old man now lives on his dead Daddy's place never took a wife, gunna die without a trace you see he loved the girl who was pinned in the 'vette he talkes to her everyday her face face was blood and diamonds he remembers her, that way. (same chords as Intro) There's a pale droopy maiden who toiled her life away With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er. Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighin' all the day, Oh, hard times, come again no more.