Chordproc: Felice Brothers : God Bless You, Amigo

Felice Brothers : God Bless You, Amigo


  1. Dream On
  2. Black Velvet Band
  3. Lincoln Continental
  4. Dead Dog
  5. Her Eyes Dart Round
  6. The Mating Of The Doves

Dream On

G
D
Stagger Lee, why'd you do that?
C
D
Done killed a man, all for a stetson hat
C
D
G
You could... dream on
C
'Bout what you could've been
G
C
D
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
G
C/g
G
Well I'm sick of crying velvet eyes
D
Sick of pining for you
G
C/g
G
Oh I am too damn cold to turn on the stove
D
G
I've been so awfully blue
G
D
C
And at night I dream of St. Louis
G
D
C
Heaven rings the king's county band
G
D
C
And I call through the dark room for hours
G
D
G
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
C7(iii)
G
The smoke fills the room
A7
D
The poppy's bloom
C
G
So I'll make my way
A7
D
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
G
D
C
For the girl in the black velvet band
What a thought, what a horrible sickness
G
D
G7
For the girl in the black velvet band



Lincoln Continental

Fmaj7
Cmaj7
F
C
When I was a child
F
C
My mother said to me
F
C
You can't spend all your days alone
F
G
C
In the shade of a cherry tree
F
C
My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln
F
C
C7
'Cause his doctor said lose some weight
F
C
And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing
F
G
C
As they drove from the garden state
F
C
C7
To the lights of the golden gate
F
I've been missing you, so listen
C
G
I'd like to ask you, could you drive to town?
F
And I've been thinking about your Lincoln
C
G
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
Am
C
Am
G
And the world will open up for us
Am
C
Am
G
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

G
C
G
My old friend came home to hide
G
C
G
My old friend came home to rest
Em
Am
No smiling faces
Bm
C
No sweet embraces
C
D
C
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
G
F
C
But Lord, I wouldn't mind
D
Fading, no
G
F
C
Just have to go it all by
D
Myself
D
Myself
G
F
C
C*



Her Eyes Dart Round

C
Am
G
C
Oh my love as a light as a dove
C
Am
G
C
As skinny as fair and dark is her hair
Am
C
G
C
And her eyes dart round and fall on the ground
Am
C
G
F
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
F
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G
C



The Mating Of The Doves

C
F
C
From the Gulf of Aden, to the marble coast
G/b
/a
/g
/f
C
To the rolling hills of Oregon
F
C
And the Tigris River and the wind that blows
G/b
/a
/g
/f
C
In the hanging bowers of Babylon
F
C
I'm a fool for giving all that I gave
F
G
To you pitiful people when the world was made
F
C
And if I come back down from the stars above
G
/a
/g
/f
C
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