All the magic's gone away
And our time together melts away
Like the sad melody I play
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Well I don't want to drift forever
In the shadow of your leaving me
So I light another cigarette
And try to remember to forget
It's so easy to slip
It's so easy to fall
And let your memory drift and do nothing at all
All the love that you missed
All the people that you can't recall
Do they really exist at all?
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Trouble
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You yelled hey when your car wouldn't start
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So you got real nervous and started to eat your heart out
D7
Now you're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet
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C
You got trouble and it's tailor-made
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D7
Well, mama lay your head down in the shade
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'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feet are too
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A7
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And you wish the world was as tired as you
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Well I'll write a letter, and I'll send it away
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And put all the trouble in it you had today
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Oh, your telephone rang and you were not home
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You forgot about this, and you forgot about that
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'Cause you got to get back to what you doing
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Goodbye, click that so and so
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D
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You're an island and on your own
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And you yelled hey, when the stove blew up
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D
Upset? Why yes
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The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone and you're wondering why?
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Oh, mama lay your head down, don't you cry
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Cause your head is tired, and your feet are too
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A7
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And you wish the world was as tired as you
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Gonna write a letter, and I'll send it away
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D
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And put all the trouble in it you had today
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D7
Willin'
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I've been worked by the rain
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Driven by the snow
Em
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Drunk and dirty, don't you know
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C/g
D/a
C/g
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But I'm still willin'
And I was out on the road
Late at night
Seen my pretty Alice in every headlight
Alice, Dallas Alice
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And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari
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Tehachapi to Tonapa
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Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
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D
Driven the backroads so I wouldn't get weighed
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C/g
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And if you give me weed, whites and wine
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And you show me a sign
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C/g
D/a
C/g
G
I'll be willin' to be movin'
Kicked by the wind
Robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still in a whole lot of trouble
Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun
Every time I go to Mexico
And I'm still....
And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari...
Well, my telephone was ringing
And they told me, told me it was Chairman Mao
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Well, my telephone was ringing
A
And they told me it was Chairman Mao
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You gotta tell him anything
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A7
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F7
E7
'Cause I just don't want to talk to him now
I have 'em Apolitical Blues
And it's the meanest blues of all
I have 'em apolitical Blues
And it's the meanest blues of all
I don't care if you're John Wayne
I just don't wanna take no calls, no calls!
Play the blues!
Harp solo over verse chords
Well, my telephone was ringing
And they told me, told me it was Chairman Mao
Well, my telephone was ringing
They told me it was Chairman Mao
You can tell him anything
'Cause I just don't want to talk
I just don't want to talk
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A7
D
F7
E7
A
I just don't want to talk to him now
Sailin' Shoes
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A7
Ab7
A7
There's a lady in a turban and a cocaine tree
Ab7
A7
E7
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And she does a dance so rhythmically
Ab7
A7
Ab7
A
She's crying and singing and having a time
Ab7
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E
A
Gee, that cocaine tree looks fine, you gotta
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E7
Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes
Dsus4
D
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E7
A
Everyone will start to cheer when you put on your sailing shoes
Ab7
A7
Ab7
A7
Jedediah, he's got a dime
Ab7
A7
E7
A
Says he catch a more fish every time
Ab7
A7
Ab7
A
Well, I got a line, and you got a pole
Ab7
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E
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Well, I'll meet you at the fishing hole, but you gotta
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E7
Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes
Dsus4
D
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E7
A
Everyone will start to cheer when you put on your sailing shoes
Ab7
A7
Ab7
A7
Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad
Ab7
A7
E7
A
This is the worst case I've ever had
Ab7
A7
Ab7
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He said, "Have you this misery for a very long time, 'cause
Ab7
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E
A
If you live, I'll lay it on the line. You gotta
A
E7
Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes
Dsus4
D
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E7
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Everyone will hip-hooray when you put on your sailing shoes