I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
Am
F
I know nothing changes in this world
Am
Every day the muezzin calls
Dm
C
Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
G
F
Before the eyes of storytelling girls
Am
Dm
She was just a poor man's daughter
C
G
F
Going down into the sultan's bed
Am
Dm
He was desert, she was a water
C
G
F
And he remembered every word she said
F
She said and I say
Am
G
Grandma, Grandma
F
G
Be with me
F
Am
In your tragic wedding gown
F
Am
With your long hair hanging down
F
C
And the stories tumbling out
G
Tumbling
Am
Dm
F
Am
C
G
F
Am
I could tell you stories
Dm
Like the government tells lies
Am
F
Oh, but no one listens any more
Am
In the rooms the women come and go
Dm
Talking on the mobile phones
C
G
F
And the television talks about the war
About the war and the
Am
G
Am
Television talks about the war
Old-Fashioned Hat
C
Summer went the way of spring
G
Winter's waiting in the wings
F
And we haven't saved anything
C
G7
But that's alright
Cause we already paid the rent
There's still some money we haven't spent
Go put on something different
We're going out tonight
I have loved you for so long
Even when I could only do you wrong
Go see if they have our song
On the jukebox over there
A dollar gets you seven plays
I watch you through a smoky haze
A secret smile on your face
I'm sorry if I stare
Am
F
But you look like a stranger
C
G
In that old-fashioned hat
Am
F
And I've got a pocketful of change
C
G
And I don't wanna go home yet
Clearly I remember when
I used to scratch my poems
On the backs of other lovers in
The darkness of my mind
Back before I made my home
In the marrow of your bones
Now I know your figure like my own
Even from behind
But you look like a stranger
In that old-fashioned hat
And I've got a pocketful of change
And I don't wanna go home yet
Hey and we'll be married soon
We'll be dancing to this very tune
Then we'll have a honeymoon
Then we'll start to fight
Bring the tonic and the gin
Say what was your name again?
Stick another quarter in
And stay with me tonight
You look like a stranger
In that old-fashioned hat
And I've got a pocketful of change
And I don't wanna go home yet
Willie Of Winsbury
Capo I
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A
B
The king has been a prisoner
A
B
A
And a prisoner long in Spain
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A
E
G#m
And Willie O the Winsbury
B
E
A
Has lain long with his daughter Jane
What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane
Why you look so pale and wan?
Have you had any ill sickness
Or yet been sleeping with a man?
I have not had any ill sickness
Nor yet been sleeping with a man
It is for you my father dear
For biding so long in Spain
Cast off, cast off, your robe and gown
Stand naked on the stone
That I may know you by your shape
If you be a maiden or none
And shes cast off the robe and gown
Stood naked on the stone
Her apron was tight and her waist was round
Her face was pale and wan
And was it with a lord or a gentleman
Or a man of wealth and fame
Or was it with one of my serving men
While I was a prisoner in Spain?
No it wasn't with a lord or a gentleman
Or a man of wealth and fame
It was with Willie o Winsbury
I could cry no longer alone
And the king has called his serving men
By one by two and by three
Saying, Where is this Willie o Winsbury?
For hanged he shall be
And when they came before the king
By one, by two and by three
Willie should have been the first of them
But the last of them was he
And Willie O the Winsbury
All dressed out in red silk
His hair hung like the strands of gold
His breast was white as milk
No wonder, no wonder, the king he said
That my daughters love you did win
If I were a woman as I am a man
In my own bed you would have been
And will you marry my daughter Jane
By the faith of your right hand?
And Ill make you the lord of my serving men
Ill make you the heir of my land
Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter Jane
By the faith of my right hand
But Ill not be the lord of any men
Ill not be the heir to your land
And he raised her up on a milk-white steed
Himself on a dapple grey
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she can ride in a long summers day