Chordproc: Felice Brothers : God Bless You, Amigo

Stagger Lee, why'd you do that?

Done killed a man, all for a stetson hat

You could... dream on

'Bout what you could've been

Ain't no use wondering no more Take me down Fanning street Buy me a drink to get me on my feet And you could... dream on 'Bout what you could've been Ain't no use wondering no more I been in clothes, golden cuffs Been dressed in stripes, driven to the bluffs And you could... dream on 'Bout what you could've been Ain't no use wondering no more

Black Velvet Band

Capo II

C/g

Well I'm sick of crying velvet eyes

Sick of pining for you

C/g

Oh I am too damn cold to turn on the stove

I've been so awfully blue

And at night I dream of St. Louis

Heaven rings the king's county band

And I call through the dark room for hours

For the girl in the black velvet band Oh I'm back from the dead and now I'm sitting up in bed Watching these sitcoms dissolve Even the music from the street is sounding sweet It sounded so awful for so long And at night I dream of a salesman Who has come to sell me a plan Where I'm sure to win back that woman Oh the one in the black velvet band

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The smoke fills the room

The poppy's bloom

So I'll make my way

Out of this town someday So I guess I'm gone, the weather's come Oh they tell me the forecast is grim Oh they plan to appraise this worthless place For the mining of nickel and tin And if I was a-going somewhere And if you could take my hand I would wait in this hallway forever

For the girl in the black velvet band What a thought, what a horrible sickness

For the girl in the black velvet band

Lincoln Continental

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

When I was a child

My mother said to me

You can't spend all your days alone

In the shade of a cherry tree

My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln

'Cause his doctor said lose some weight

And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing

As they drove from the garden state

To the lights of the golden gate

I've been missing you, so listen

I'd like to ask you, could you drive to town?

And I've been thinking about your Lincoln

Continental with the sunroof down When the kid came down from Lennox Yeah, yawning was the talk of the town A real high roller, a self-promoter Said the band was the best around He said I got a little money from performing I bought a new suit and hat I said, "Performing what?" You said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat" I said, "Who the hell is that?" But I can play a little old-time fiddle We can start a little country band And I was thinking in your Lincoln We can bum around the promised land

And the world will open up for us

At least that's what I hope it does Probation officer John Collins Was a paranoid psychopath He had to paint the fence by the roller rink For the committee of industrial trash You can't find the business end of a rifle You're the devil from an Irish saint I said I got no cares in those affairs What I was, what I am, or ain't I got a lot of fence to paint I've got no loving all because I'm kinda infamous for crossing lines You got me thinking even Lincoln Must've felt a little lost sometime And the world will open up for us At least that's what I hope it does

Dead Dog

My old friend came home to hide

My old friend came home to rest

No smiling faces

No sweet embraces

My old friend came home to hide Dead dog in the rain Dead dog in a ditch Ain't got no bone No long walk home Dead dog in the rain I used to hear your whistle whine But you couldn't keep up and all that rust, it ended your ride No dimes for you to lay flat No john hardy laying your track I used to hear your whistle whine

But Lord, I wouldn't mind

Fading, no

Just have to go it all by

Myself

Her Eyes Dart Round

Oh my love as a light as a dove

As skinny as fair and dark is her hair

And her eyes dart round and fall on the ground

And her lips move along to an old country song Oh down south you'll find among the high pines An old liquor store where we danced on the floor Oh the light on the wall it lightens the hall But the room in the back is quiet and black What keeps me alive is the greed in your eyes And the sweetness and drone of your voice on the phone But I hear in death your voice and breath But I hear them sounds in life underground Oh how likely she was among the white stars And craning her neck she steps round the deck And I bow in the sand to your lily white hand And my head gently rests in your lily white breast Oh my love as a light as a dove As skinny as fair and dark is her hair And her eyes dart round and fall on the ground And her lips move along to an old country song

The Mating Of The Doves

From the Gulf of Aden, to the marble coast

G/b

To the rolling hills of Oregon

And the Tigris River and the wind that blows

G/b

In the hanging bowers of Babylon

I'm a fool for giving all that I gave

To you pitiful people when the world was made

And if I come back down from the stars above

It's just to watch the mating of the doves I was there in Egypt when your king was slain And it made me cry a million tears And it formed a river in a western state And it carved a canyon through the years And I'm a fool for giving all that I gave To you pitiful people when the world was made And if I come back down from the stars above It's just to watch the mating of the doves So you can preach of Heaven and you can warn of Hell And you can murder millions in my name But I gave you Heaven and the only Hell Is the one you made from fear and hate You're all fools for thinking that I'm coming back For some fiery judgement and turn the world to black And if I come back down it's not to judge but love And to be among the mating of the doves

Felice Brothers : God Bless You, Amigo

Dream On

Black Velvet Band

Lincoln Continental

Dead Dog

Her Eyes Dart Round

The Mating Of The Doves