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Felice Brothers : Tonight At The Arizona
2007

  1. Roll On Arte
  2. Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight
  3. Hey Hey Revolver
  4. Your Belly In My Arms
  5. Lady Day

  6. T For Texas
  7. Rockefeller Druglaw Blues
  8. Mercy
  9. Christmas Song
  10. Going, Going, Gone

Roll On Arte

Capo:
V
Fmaj7
Csus4
C
G
F
Oh, the turbines pound, your plane touches down
F
G
F
The captain catches your eye
Csus4
C
G
F
And all the city crows perched high in rows
F
G
F
On wires watch you walk by Your hair has changed, your room's rearranged And someone's been sleeping inside And the curtain's closed on all your windows To block out the fried chicken sign
C
G/b
F
Roll on, Arte roll on
F
G
F
Your heart's too good for this town
C
G/b
F
Your eyes cast through the glass
F
G
F
At my so-sorry mannequin frown The porter sings as he begins To clean up the mess that we've made The Christmas trees are cast on the street And garbage trucks block Hooper Lane My head's in pain but I can't complain 'Cause my sweetheart waits down the line And in a while we'll be in a house by the sea Even if just in my mind Roll on, Arte roll on Your heart's too good for this town Your eyes cast through the glass At my starry American frown My mouth ain't fed, my lips ain't cherry red And my grin might show my bad teeth And all the people I pass, they give me a glance As if I'm some low class thief But to you I'm fine, and I'm in your mind Even if I'm not around And my arms are strong and that's where you belong Given the love that we've found Roll on, Arte roll on Your heart's too good for this town Your eyes cast through the glass At your so-sorry Marilyn frown
F
G
C
At your so-sorry Marilyn frown

Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight

Intro: first two lines of chorus
C
Em
F
C
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose
Em
F
C
G
Let me love you from behind, my darling Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose We're going down to my bout, my darling
C
Em
Before the bell would ring
F
C
He had a way like Errol Flynn
Em
F
C
G
As he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on But the late rounds scared the girl Heaven knows she thought the world of Lou It was hard to see him swaying in the neon Joey was a no one Just some big dumb kid from Flushing He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting He hit Louie kind of low And he stumbled on the ropes As the bookies blocked the rows, shouting Powder your nose... The blows were hard and loud He could hardly hear the crowd In the bleachers where they howled, they were cheering I remember in the eighth It was clear that Lou was fading When something caught his eye by the ceiling He saw her as she spoke Thought the shifty yellow smoke She said: Louie you look bad, are you dying? But Louie could not answer His eyes were cast up to the rafters And they slowly sealed in silence Powder your nose...

Hey Hey Revolver

C
Em
I put this shovel down
Am
F
Hire me on better ground
C
Em
I can't afford no gas
G
I walk to work on the overpass My teenage daughter's knocked up Oh, Janey, this time, you really fucked up You ought to be in the hospital But I can't afford to go the bill
Am
G
Hey hey, revolver
C
F
G
Don't lead me on
Am
G
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C
)
F
Your shiny barrel is long and narrow
Am
G
Hey hey, revolver I put this shovel down I walk the line into Hudson town The blue Burger King billboard signs Remind me of her mother's eyes She ran off to be a TV star I hope she found what she was looking for I promised Janey we'd see LA If I ever made some cash some day Hey hey, revolver Don't lead me on Your shiny barrel is long and narrow Hey hey, revolver

Your Belly In My Arms

Capo:
II
C
G
Am
F
We'd watch the shapes the rain would make
C
G
Am
F
Falling down the window of our bus
C
G
Am
F
I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free
C
G
Am
F
You said they reminded you of us
C
G
Am
F
Your belly in my arms
G
F
C
Tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone Woke up with the driver crying Birmingham Looked through the glass and found the morning sky I said that cloud's shaped like a burning man You didn't have the heart to tell me why Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through these clouds and gone I put my hand inside your skirt And asked if you thought that our baby's life would turn out this way You said you wasn't really sure But really you was too good to say it Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we'll be through these clouds and gone

Lady Day

Even if I'm sick in bed with a towel around my head Even if I'm feeling blue and crying is all I do I know she'll be there beside of me Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if the sea does rise and there's waves up to the skies And the evening bells won't ring no matter how you pull the thing I know she'll find some way to soothe my mind Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if the nightbird sings some foul and tempered thing And it wakes me from a dream of booze and nicotine I know she'll be there beside of me Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if the world turns white and the night turns into night And there's rebels on the beach exchanging weapons each to each I know she'll find some way to soothe my mind Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail I won't much care to love no angel there Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day

T For Texas

T for Texas, a T for Tennessee Oh Lord, a T for Texas, T for Tennessee Or T for Thelma That gal made a wreck out of me! I'm gonna buy me a pistol With a great long shiny barrel Oh Lord, I'm gonna buy me a pistol Great long shiny barrel I'm gonna kill that rounder Who stole away my gal T for Texas, a T for Tennessee Oh Lord, a T for Texas, T for Tennessee Or T for Thelma That gal made a wreck out of me!
Instrumental verse
T for Texas, a T for Tennessee Oh Lord, a T for Texas, T for Tennessee Or T for Thelma That gal made a wreck out of me I ain't gonna marry I ain't gonna settle down (boys, sing it now!) I ain't gonna marry I ain't gonna settle down I'm a-be a rounder Till the police shoot me down T for Texas, a T for Tennessee Oh Lord, a T for Texas, T for Tennessee Or T for Thelma That gal made a wreck out of me!

Rockefeller Druglaw Blues

G
D
C
(
D
)
G
The exhaust from the prison van's going to heaven but I'm going to Attica
G
D
C
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D
)
G
Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habit
G
D
C
(
D
)
G
I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain
G
D
C
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D
)
G
My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in I tried to keep my job at the dollar store Found out my mama was sick and a dollar wasn't enough no more I promise you mama, I'm gonna get you them pills I got me a box of bags and a baker's scale
Em
C
Fifteen grams of heroin
Em
G
An ounce of speed
C
D
G
Fifteen years to life
C
G
Rockefeller, Rockefeller
Em
C
G
Rockefeller, that's a long old time My brother was shot down on Warren Street a year ago tonight Can't you see the medics with his body in the siren light I promise you, brother, I'm gonna be a good dad I'm a-give our children something like we never had Fifteen grams of heroin... Twenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard Twenty needle marks on the arms of God 500 picketers this morning on the governor's lawn 50 white stars, my darling, in the milky dawn Fifteen grams of heroin...

Mercy

D
G
D
Show me mercy
G
D
Show me mercy, Mary girl
G
A
D
Bury this here gun And play my widow In the kitchen window In the last of the falling sun Show me mercy Won't you nurse these wounds of mine Rinse and sew me up Baby your eyes were Like a pale blue Chrysler Drive us to the sun Sure am thirsty Show me mercy, Molly girl Lift your pitcher to my mouth Close your eyelids In the smoky silence With your black hair falling down Show me mercy Show me mercy, Mary girl Bury this here gun With Jesus laughing Now you see what happens When devils fall in love Show me mercy Smokestack curse the churchyard air Where a virgin weeps for us With Jesus laughing In the breezy blackness Where devils fall in love

Christmas Song

Well a cold wind did come up and blew my hat off I could not catch up, I guess I'm just a sad dove I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times Well it blew its way westward and fell in some river I saw me a horse there, he looked familiar When he started running like a straight away demon I used to run like that, you should've seen me I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times There was a girl drowning in the river so I pulled her to shore I breathed her breath back, she said, "Ain't I seen you before?" I said, "You might've me seen me chasing my hat If you see it you can have it" I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times

Going, Going, Gone

Capo:
IV
C
F/c
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C
G/b
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C
F/c
There's a home up in the sky
C
F/c
I'm a-climb to it by and by
C
F/c
I'm a follow these yellow lines
C
G/b
'Til they turn into golden vines
F/c
G
F/c
I'm going, going, gone
F/c
G
F/c
Going, going, gone I remember your eyes were soft In the doorway as you saw me off You say we're young and I'll admit But we ain't that innocent We're going, going, gone Going, going, gone Black cloud falling on a field Throwing rain on my windshield But it don't matter 'cause I left behind The type of vision that rain can blind I'm going, going, gone Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Can't keep no steady job With an unsteady mind, my God So I'll walk these yellow lines 'Til they turn into golden vines