Chordproc: Tony Joe White

Tony Joe White


  1. As The Crow Flies
  2. Going Back To Bed
  3. Ice Cream Man
  4. Lake Placid Blues
  5. Polk Salad Annie
  6. Rainy Night In Georgia
  7. Rich Woman Blues
  8. Roosevelt And Ira Lee
  9. Soul Francisco
  10. Willie And Laura Mae Jones

As The Crow Flies

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F#m
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F#m
As the crow flies, baby
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Well I ain't too far from you
F#m
As the crow flies, baby
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Well I ain't too far from you
B7
Yeah, but since I don't have wings
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F#m
Well I can't get home as fast as I want to
Well, you don't know, baby I've missed your sweet caress Well, you don't know, mama I've missed your sweet caress, oh yeah Yeah, now when I'm in your lovin' arms Oh, I'm at my very best In a dream last night Well I heard you call my name In a dream last night Well I heard you call my name Yeah, I took it as an omen And I jumped on the very first freight train As the crow flies, baby Well I ain't too far from you, oh no no As the crow flies, mama Well I ain't too far from you Yeah, but since I don't have wings Well I can't get home as fast as I want to



Going Back To Bed

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B7
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Asus2
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Monday mornin' stabbed me in the face
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B7
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So many things that oughta be done today
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Throw the paper in the trash, all the bad news read
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Monday ain't happenin', I'm goin' back to bed
Last Friday evenin' I was doing alright Party goin' on, and it lasted into Saturday night I kick back on Sunday - took my day of rest But I still gotta feelin' I need to go back to bed There's so many possibilities of breakin' new ground But the responsibilities can bring me down And I don't want somethin' like that hangin' over my head 'Cause you never know when you might have to go back to bed Dark clouds rollin' and it looks like there's comin' a storm My baby's still sleeping, keeping my place warm I could snuggle in beside her, can't get it outta my head Just another good reason for goin' back to bed Goin' back to bed



Ice Cream Man

Am
She's a cover pulling mama but I don't mind her in my bed I got the fireplace going and the firewood in the shed
E7
Am
She got a nice warm body and sweet dreams in her head
Am
She's a cool mamma jamma but she don't like to wait If you tell her you're coming well you better not show up late
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Am
She's a shotgun rider but she don't open no gates
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She's a laid back lover with a destin tan
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She's a hip slinging momma and you know I'm her ice cream man
Sometimes she's a little girl licking on an ice cream cone But she can be a man handler, you know the woman is strong She can play all day, ride the gator all night long She's a laid back lover with a destin tan She's a hip slinging momma and you know I'm her ice cream man



Lake Placid Blues

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At the time I was too young for the meaning
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But it's become much clearer through the years
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We gathered round the boy in his army clothes
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Em
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Said goodbye and his mother shed her tears
Every day she watched for the postman But the long awaited letter was over due It's not the silence that makes you crazy It's the sound of a heart breaking in two
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Then it came across the ocean
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It was hard to understand the awful news
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I don't know why I still remember
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I guess it's just the Lake Placid Blues
I turned 18 and left that part of the country Went down on the Padre Island coast Of all the hard times I still remember The repossession of the guitar hurt the most The paupers stood in line outside the mission And I huddled there beside them in the rain A priest came to the door with empty eyes I could see he no longer felt their pain Some were searchin' for forgiveness And others only wanted food I needed more than I could ask for There is no comfort with the Lake Placid Blues It's hard to find good friends in a lifetime You can usually count 'em on one hand I shivered by the fire and the dawn was breakin' And I scattered his ashes on the sand And the silver cranes came over in formation In a sacred manner they flew And I will always remember The sky, the Lake Placid Blues



Polk Salad Annie

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Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean There lived a girl, that I swear to the world, made the alligators look tame
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Polk Salad Annie, Polk Salad Annie
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang
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A mean, vicious woman
Every day 'fore supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess o' polk salad, and carry it home in a tote-sack
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Polk Salad Annie, 'gators got your Granny
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang
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A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman.
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Lord have mercy
Her daddy was lazy and no 'count, claimed he had a bad back All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch
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Polk Salad Annie..the 'gators got your Granny.
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Everybody said it was a shame,
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'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang.
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Sock a little polk salad to me..
E
You know I need a mean mess of it...



Rainy Night In Georgia

Dmaj7
Cmaj7
Dmaj7
Cmaj7
Dmaj7
Hov'rin by my suitcase
G6
Dmaj7
Trying to find a warm place to spend the night
Dmaj7
Heavy rain a falling
G6
Dmaj7
Seems I hear your voice calling, it's alright
Bm7
F#m7
A rainy night in Georgia
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F#m7
A rainy night in Georgia
Em
G6
Dmaj7
I believe it's raining all over the world
Neon signs a-flashing Taxicabs and buses passing through the night. The distant moaning of a train, seems to play a sad refrain to the night. A rainy night in Georgia A rainy night in Georgia I believe it's raining all over the world
Cmaj7
Dmaj7
How many times I've wondered
Cmaj7
Dmaj7
It still comes out the same
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F#m
Em7
No matter how you look at it, think of it
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F#m7
Em7
Dmaj7
Cmaj7
Dmaj7
You just got to do your own thing.
I find me a place in a box car So I take my guitar out to pass some time Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest and I'm alright
Bm7
F#m7
A rainy night in Georgia
Bm7
F#m7
A rainy night in Georgia
Em
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Dmaj7
I believe it's raining all over the world
Cmaj7
Dmaj7



Rich Woman Blues

Got a telephone call this mornin' My baby wrecked her Mercedes Benz She called me up this mornin' Totalled out her Mercedes Benz I said, long as you alright baby, that's all the matters Let 'em tow the thing on in This woman Got a three-bedroom condominium Little old place down in Florida A three-bedroom condominium A little old ranch down in Texas She says them oil wells are so much fun Sometimes she give me money 'Cause she knows I hardly make enough to eat I don't mind tellin' y'all she give a little money 'Cause she knows I hardly make enough to eat 'Cause she knows a man that plays the blues Livin' one step from the street



Roosevelt And Ira Lee

Spoken word
This is about two cats They're sitting down by a river in the swamps They're sitting on a log One of them is kind of a big fellow And the other one is a little bit smaller and he's got a long-billed cap And they're sitting there pondering on what they're gonna do for the night And anything the big guy decides on the little guy's for 'Cause he digs him he's cool So it's called Roosevelt and Ira Lee
Blues riff in E
E
The river was dark and muddy And the moon was on the rise And all of the creatures in the swampland Had woke up to feed for the night Roosevelt and Ira Lee were sitting there on a log Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt and said I'd sure like to have a mess of bullfrog
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He said yeah yeah lawd sure would taste good
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So they slipped on their rubber boots And walked down to the water's edge And right away they knew that the night would be a bummer
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'Cause Ira Lee stepped on a water moccasin he said ugh ugh lawd
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Somebody help me
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Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt when he quit his screaming and kicking And he said let's forget about those bullfrog legs And go out and steal us some chickens And Old Roosevelt said like this now
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Yeah yeah ooh it sure would taste good Yes it would, I love my chicken The river was dark and muddy



Soul Francisco

E7#9
I ain't never been to San Francisco But I believe a thing has happened there All them things I'm hearin'bout San Francisco
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E7#9
And all them childrens with flowers in their hair
E7#9
Seem like everybody has got a new bag Some o'them childrens seem to have something to say Wearin' beads and all kinds of funky clothes
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E7#9
And there's a thing they had in Monterey Was a thing
Soul Francisco Soul Francisco Soul Francisco
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Some o'them people are wond'rin' what it's all about Don't seem to be nobody that really knows But from the way that all o'them children are doing
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Could it be that some of them's got a little more soul
Soul Francisco Soul Francisco Soul Francisco
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E7#9



Willie And Laura Mae Jones

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) Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
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They lived right down the road from us in a shack just like our shack
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We worked in the fields together and we learned to count on each other
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When you live off the land you don't have time to think about another man's colour
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The cotton was high and the corn was growing fat
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But that was another place and another time
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We'd sit out on the front porch in the evening when the sun went down Willie would play and Laura would sing and the chillins would dance around And I'd bring over my guitar and we'd play into the night And every now and then Willie would grin and say "Boy you play alright" (And that made me feel so good) The cotton was high and the corn was growing fat But that was another place and another time I remember we'd hitch up the mules when Saturday rolled around We'd always stop by Willie's house and say "Do y'all need anything from town" He'd say "No but why don't y'all stop on your way back home And I'll get Laura Mae to cook up some corn poms" (And you know they're good!) The cotton was high and the corn was growing fat But that was another place and another time The years rolled past our land and took back what they'd given And we all knew we'd have to move if we was gonna make a living So we all moved off and went our seperate ways And it sure has hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae The cotton was high and the corn was growing fat But that was another place and another time The years rolled past our door and we heard from them no more Till I saw Willie down town the other day I said y'all stop by tonight and we can sit out and eat a bite We'd love to see your chillins and Laura Mae
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He shook his head real slow
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Spoke with his eyes so kind
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This is another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fat But that was another place and another time