Ain't no use wondering no more
Take me down to Fannin Street
Buy me a drink to get me on my feet
And we could dream on
'Bout what we could've been
Ain't no use wondering no more
I been in clothes with golden cuffs
Been dressed in stripes, driven to the bluffs
But you could dream on
'Bout what you could've been
Ain't no use wondering no more
Instrumental verse and chorus
Stagger Lee, why'd you do that?
Done killed a man, all for a stetson hat
But 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
Capo:
V
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
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
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
F
C
G
And the world will open up for us
Am
F
C
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 sometimes
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 lay in your track
I used to hear your whistle whine
G
F
C
D
But Lord, I wouldn't mind fading, no
G
F
C
D
Just have to go it all by myself, myself
G
F
C
C*
Oh.....
G
F
C
C*
Oh.....
G
F
C
C*
G
Oh.....
Her Eyes Dart Round
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G
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Em
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D
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G
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x2
G
Em
D
G
Oh my love is light as a dove
G
Em
D
G
Her skin is fair, and dark is her hair
Em
G
D
G
And her eyes dart round, and fall on the ground
Em
G
D
C
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 brightens the hall
But the room in the back is quiet and black
What keeps me alive is the green in your eyes
And the sweet distant drone of your voice on the phone
Could I hear in death your voice and your breath?
Could I hear them sound in life underground?
Oh lightly she walks among the white storks
And, craning her neck, she steps round the deck
Could I bow in the sand to your lily white hand?
Can my head gently rest in your lily white breast?
Oh my love, is a light as a dove
Her skin is 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
All dead and gone!
My old man and my grandpap
First white men to the Cumberland Gap
My old man and my grandpap
First white men to the Cumberland Gap
Cumberland Gap!
Cumberland Gap!
All dead and gone!
All dead and gone!
All dead and gone!
Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap
Sixteen miles to the Cumberland Gap
Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap
Sixteen miles to the Cumberland Gap
Cumberland Gap!
Cumberland Gap!
All dead and gone!
All dead and gone!
All dead and gone!
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
The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
Land of Song, cried the warrior bard
Though all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said, No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery
The Promised Land
Capo:
I
D
A
D
On a country road I walk
G
A
D
On a tightrope drawn in chalk
Bm
A
G
With a child hand in hand
D
A
D
To the promised land
If I stumble off the line
I'll be blown away in time
And forever walk unseen
Through the world between
In Houston I stayed awhile
With a girl with an angel smile
In a lazy summer room
With a stove and a silver spoon
And the TV made us laugh
And I sat in a shallow bath
To a terrible country tune
In that summer room
Whistling verse
So on a highway I do walk
On a tightrope drawn in chalk
With a child hand in hand
To the promised land
If I stumble off the line
I'll be blown away in time
And forever walk unseen
Through the world between
So I'll keep my footing right
And I'll walk into the night
And I'll meet my cowboy band
In the promised land
