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G.I. Blues

Standard tuning.

E
They give us a room
E
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
A
They give us a room
E
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
B7
Gimme a muddy old creek
A7 E
in Texas any old time

E
I've got those hup, two, three, four
E E7
occupation G.I. Blues
A A
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
B7 (Tacet) A7 (Tacet)
And if I don't go stateside soon
E
I'm gonna blow my fuse

We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
for a slice of Texas cow

We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch

I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse

The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"Keepen sie off the grass"

I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Girls! Girls! Girls!

Standard tuning.

F
Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls
F
Girls, goin' swimming,
F
Girls, in bikinis,
F
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Bb
Girls, on the beaches,
Bb
Oh, what a peaches,
Bb
So pretty, Lord I could cry
C7
I'm just a red blooded boy
C7
And I can't stop thinkin' about

 

F
Girls, sailin' sailboats,
F
Girls, water skiin',
F
They'll drive me out of my mind, yay, yay, yay
Bb
Girls, big and brassy,
Bb
Girls, small and sassy,
F
Just give me one of each kind
C7
I'm just a red blooded boy
C7
And I can't stop thinkin' about
F
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!

Bb
And when I pick up a sandwich too much
F
A crunchy crunchety
F
A crunchety crunch
Bb
I never ever get to finish my lunch
C7
Because there's always bound to be a bunch of

 

F
Girls, in tight sweaters,
F
Girls, in short dresses,
F
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Bb
Girls, out boatin'
Bb
Girls, just a floatin'
F
So pretty, Lord I could cry.
C7
I'm just a red blooded boy
C7
And I can't stop thinkin' about
F
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!

 

Solo... F, Bb C7

 

C7
I'm just a red blooded boy
C7
And I can't stop thinkin' about
F
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!

 

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Goin' Home

c am
This proud wild land where the wind blows free
c g
Has always been a part of me
f g c g7
It's in my blood, I just can't get it out

For a hundred miles a man can see
And be about as wild as he wants to be
If he feels like shouting all he's gotta do is shout

Where the purple mountains reach up high
And look like they're gonna touch the sky
Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years

Where the days are hot, the nights are cold
The desert sand looks just like gold
These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears

Where the painted desert as you pass by
Looks like a rainbow in the sky
The cactus blooms in the early morning sun

Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly
The clouds paint pictures in the sky
The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done

am c
I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay
am d7 dm g7 f g
I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away

My feet are itching to get back home
I've had the desert fever since I've been gone
I need some loving so bad that I can't see

When a woman looks a man in the eye
You know it takes a man to satisfy
Thinking about them girls is killing me

c am (play with the chords)
I'm going home, going home
Going home, I'm going home
Going home, going home
Going home


Good Luck Charm

[D7]Ah, ah, [G]oh yeah

[G]Don't wanna four leaf cl[C]over, [G]don't wanna an old horse [D]shoe.
[G]Want your kiss cos I [C]just can't miss
With a [D]good luck charm like [G]you.

C'mon n' [D7]be my little good luck charm [G]ah
You sweet delight, I wanna [D7]good luck charm
I'm hanging on my own, du hau, do hau, Du [G]how, du how, [C]a to[G]night.

[G]Don't wanna silver [C]dollar, [G]rabbit's foot on a [D]string
[G]My happiness and your [C]warm caress
No [D]rabbit foot can [G]bring.

C'mon n' [D7]be my little good luck charm [G]ah
You sweet delight, I wanna [D7]good luck charm
I'm hanging on my own, du hau, do hau, Du [G]how, du how, [C]a to[G]night.

[G]If I found a lucky [C]penny [G]I'd toss it across the [D]bay
[G]Your love is worth all the [C]gold on Earth
No [D]wonder that I [G]say.

C'mon n' [D7]be my little good luck charm [G]ah
You sweet delight, I wanna [D7]good luck charm
I'm hanging on my own, du hau, do hau, Du [G]how, du how, [C]a to[G]night.


Good Rockin' Tonight

[NC] E
Well, I heard the news
E
there's good rockin' tonight.
A
Well, I heard the news
E
There's good rockin' tonight.

E
I'm gonna hold my baby
E
as tight as I can.
E
Tonight she'll know
E
I'm a mighty, mighty man.
A
I heard the news,
B7 E
there's good rockin' tonight.

I say, well, meet me in a hurry
behind the barn,
Don't you be afraid, darling,
I'll do you no harm
I want you to bring
along my rockin' shoes,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna rock away
all my blues.
I heard the news,
there's good rockin' tonight.

E
Well, we're gonna rock. We're gonna rock.
A E
Let's rock. Come on and rock.
B7 A E
We're gonna rock all our blues away.

Have you heard the news?
Everybody's rockin' tonight.
Have you heard the news?
Everybody's rockin' tonight.

I'm gonna hold my baby
as tight as I can,
Well, tonight she'll know
I'm a mighty, mighty man.
I heard the news,
There's good rockin' tonight.

Well, we're gonna rock, rock, rock,
Come on and rock, rock, rock,
Well, rock, rock, rock, rock,
Let's rock, rock, rock, rock,
We're gonna rock all our blues away.

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues

G
Everybody's gone away
C
Said they're movin to L.A.
D7
There's not a soul I know around
G
Everybody's leavin' town

 

Some caught a freight, some caught a plane
Found the sunshine in the rain
They said this town's will waste their time
I guess they're right, it's wasting mine

G C D7
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
G
Good time Charlie's got the blues
D7 G
Good time Charlie's got the blues

You know my heart keeps tellin' me
You're not a kid at thirty-three
Play around you'll lose your wife
You play it too long you'll lose your life

Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues

Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues


Gospel Medley :

Where Could I Go but to the Lord / Up Above / Saved

E E7 A E
Living below in this old sinful world
E E7 B
Hardly a comfort can afford
E E7 A E
Striving alone to face temptation so
E
Now won't you tell me

E E7 A B7 E
Where could I go but to the Lord
E E7 A E
Where could I go oh where could I go
E B7 E B
Seeking the refuge for my soul
E E7 A E
Needing a friend to save me in the end
E
Won't you tell me
E E7 A B7 E
Where could I go but to the Lord
E
Won't you tell me
E E7 A B7 E
Where could I go but to the Lord

F7
Up above my head there is music in the air
C7 F
Up above my head there is music in the air
F F7 Bb7
Up above my head there is music in the air, oh yeah!
F Dm Gm7
And I really do believe, I really do believe
Gm7/C F
I really do believe there's a heaven somewhere

G
I wanna soothe my my heart, I wanna ease my mind
G
I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find
G#
I wanna stand up tall and open up my eyes
G#
I wanna reach out my hand until I touch the skies
A
I was a poor lost lamb in a deep dark hole
A
But now I've found that light I'm gonna save my soul
[NC]
I used to drink, I used to smoke
[NC]
I used to smoke, drink and dance the hoochy-coo
Eb Bb
I used to smoke and drink, smoke and drink and dance the hoochy-coo
F Bb
Oh yeh! And now I'm standing on thius corner praying for me and you

Bb
I-I-I That's why I'm saved I'm saved
Bb
People let me tell you 'bout kingdom come
Eb
You know I'm saved I'm saved
Bb
Well I can preach until you're deaf and dumb
F Bb
I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum

I used to cuss, I used to fuss
I used to fuss, cuss, worry all night long
I used to cuss and fuss, cuss and fuss,
Cuss and fuss and worry all night long
Well now I'm standing on this corner, I know right from wrong

I-I-I That's why I'm saved I'm saved
People let me tell you 'bout kingdom come
You know I'm saved I'm saved
Well I can preach until you're deaf and dumb
I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum

I used to lie, I used to cheat
I used to lie, cheat, steal from people's feet
I used to lie and cheat, lie and cheat and steal from people's feet
Well now I'm steppin' on to glory salvation in my beat

Because I'm saved, I'm saved
People let me tell you 'bout kingdom come
I am saved I'm saved
Well I can preach until you're deaf and dumb
I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum

I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum
Oh yeh! Because I'm saved, I'm saved
People let me tell you 'bout kingdom come
You know I'm saved I'm saved
Well I can preach until you're deaf and dumb
I'm saved, I'm saved I'm saved

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Got a Lot o' Livin' to Do

Standard tuning.

Intro: F

C7
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb7 F
Come on baby, to make a fun takes two
C7
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

 

F Bb7 F Bb7 F
There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight
Bb F
But the way you act you never would know it's there
C7
So baby, time's a wasting
C7
A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting
Bb C7 F
I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share

 

C7
I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb7 F
Come on baby, to make a fun takes two
C7
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

 

F Bb7 F
There's a balmy little breeze
F Bb7 F
That's whistling through the trees
Bb F
And it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me
C7
Why don't you take a listen
C7
You'll never know what you've been missing
Bb C7 F
Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee

 

C7
I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb7 F
Come on baby, to make a fun takes two
C7
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

 

F Bb7 F
You're the prettiest thing I've seen
F Bb7 F
But you treat me so doggone mean
Bb F
Ain't you got no heart, I'm dying to hold you near
C7
Why do you keep me waiting
C7
Why don't you start co-operating
Bb C7 F
And the things I say are things you want to hear

 

C7
Oh I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb7 F
Come on baby, to make a fun takes two
C7
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do
F
A whole lot o' loving to do
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
Bb F
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

 

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Got My Mojo Working / Keep Your Hands Off of It

Standard tuning.

Intro: G

G
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
C G
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
D7 C G
But you're mine all mine no matter what you do

G [Tacet] G [Tacet]
She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
G
Hands off of her, she belongs to me
G
Hands off of her' don't belong to you
D7 C G
Well she's mine all mine no matter what you do
G
Play it boys, play it boys

(Solo)

G
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
C G
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
G C G
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do

-- The rest of the song is simular. --

She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her, she belongs to me
Hands off of her' don't belong to you
Well she's mine all mine no matter what you do

I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Play it James

(Solo)

Well she's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her unless you want to deal with me
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Yeah!

I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do

Well she's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be
Hands off of her unless you want to deal with me
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Yeah!
One more time!

(Solo)

Yeah!
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do

Listen to me now
I said you're long lean and lanky cute as you can be
Hands off of her unless you want deal with me
Get your hands off of her, she don't belong to you
Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do
Yeah, I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin'
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you,

YEAH!

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg


Green green grass of home

C
The old home town looks the same
F C
as I step down from the train
G
and there to meet me is my mama and my papa
C C7
down the road I loko and there runs Mary
F
hair of gold and lips like cherries
C G G7 C F C
it's good to touch the green green grass of home

 

C C7 F
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly
C G G7 C
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

 

The old hous is still standing
though the paint is cracked and dry
down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
hair of gold and lips like cherries
it's good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and look arounde
four gray walls that surround me
and I realize I as only dreaming
for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
again I touch the green green grass of home


Guitar Man

Standard tuning.

C#7
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
C#7
Left my mama a goodbye note,
C#7
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
C#7
With my guitar under my coat,
F#7
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
F#7
Got a room at the YMCA,
C#7
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
C#7
Just lookin' for a place to play,
G#7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
F#7
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars,
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
At a club they call Big Jack's,
A little four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
D#7
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
G#7
With a swingin' little guitar man.
Show 'em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jack's,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.

Transcribed by Ferry Falkenburg

 

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