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Dm x0023
Am/e x2002
F(b5) x3203 ??
Dm/f x3023
My Pocket's Empty
<Incredible String Band>
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Ab7 4x454x (or 466544 with a barre)
Fm7 1x3141 (barre)
D9 x00235
C
Ab7
My pocket's empty, baby
C
C7
Singing the blues for you
F
Fm7
My pocket's empty, baby
Dm
(D9
) G7
You know I loved you true
C
Ab7
Even my old kettle
Ab7
C
Is whistling the blues for you
G7
C
(Am
)
Back again I'm still waitin'
G7
Am
Back again with you
The nights are lonely baby
I need you all the time
I am lonely baby
Need your lips on mine
Even my old kettle
Is whistling the blues for you
Back again I'm still waitin'
I'm goin' back again with you
My pockets empty baby
Singing the blues for you
My pockets empty baby
You know I loved you true
Even my old kettle
Is whistling the blues for you
Back again I'm still waitin'
I'm goin' back again with you
Back again I'm still waitin'
I'm goin' back again with you
Watch The Stars
Watch the stars, see how they roam
Watch the stars, see how they roam
The stars gonna roam
At the setting of the sun
Watch the stars, see how they roam
Watch the wind, see how it blows
Watch the wind, see how it blows
The wind gonna blow
At the setting of the sun
Watch the wind, see how it blows
Watch the moon, see how it glows
Watch the moon, see how it glows
The moon is gonna glow
At the setting of the sun
Watch the moon, see how it glows
Watch the stars, see how they roam
Watch the stars, see how they roam
The stars gonna roam
At the setting of the sun
Watch the stars, see how they roam
The Old Triangle
<Dick Shannon>
A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
Oh, the old triangle goes jingle jangle
Along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning the screw was bawling
"Get out of bed, clean out your cell"
And the old triangle and jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
On a fine spring evening the lag was dreaming
And seagulls wheeling high above the wall
And the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh, the female prison, it's got seventy women
And it's there that I would rather dwell
And the old triangle goes jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
And a hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
Oh, the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal