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Neil Young : Rust Never Sleeps
1979

  1. My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue)
  2. Thrasher
  3. Ride My Llama
  4. Pocahontas
  5. Sail Away

  6. Powderfinger
  7. Welfare Mothers
  8. Sedan Delivery
  9. Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)

My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue)

Capo:
-II
Harp:
C
[or
Bb
with capo] (4th position)
Am
G
Fmaj7/a
E|---0---------|-3------------|---0-0-0--0-0-0--|
B|---1---------|-0------------|---1-1-1--1-1-1--|
G|---2---------|-0------------|---2-2-2--2-2-2--|
D|---2-------0-|-0------------|---3-3-3--3-3-3--|
A|-0---0-2-3---|-2--0h2-0-----|-0---------------|
E|-------------|-3----------3-|-----------------|
Am
G
Fmaj7/a
E|---0---------|-3------------|---0-0-0--0-0-0--|
B|---1---------|-0------------|---1-1-1--1-1-1--|
G|---2---------|-0------------|---2-2-2--2-2-2--|
D|---2-------0-|-0--0h2-0---0-|---3-3-3--3-3-3--|
A|-0---0-2-3---|-2--------3---|-0---------------|
E|-------------|-3------------|-----------------|
Am
G
Fmaj7
My my, hey hey
Am
G
Fmaj7
Rock and roll is here to stay
C
Em
Am
F
It's better to burn out than to fade away
Am
G
Fmaj7
My my, hey hey It's out of the blue and into the black They give you this but you pay for that And once you're gone you can never come back When you're out of the blue and into the black The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture than meets the eye Hey hey, my my

Thrasher

Capo:
II
Harp:
C
[or
D
with capo] (straight)
C*
F
C
C
/b
Am7
/g
F
G
------|-3------------------|-1-1-3-0-------|---------------------------------|-1-1-0----3--|
------|-1------------------|-1-----1-------|-------1-------1-------1-------1-|-1-----3--0--|
------|-0------------------|-2-----0-------|-----0-------0-------0-------0---|-2--------0--|
--0h2-|-2-0h2-2p0----------|-3-----2-------|---2-------0-------2-------2-----|-3--------0--|
-3----|-3--------3-2p0-----|-3-----3---0-2-|-3-------2-------0---------------|-3--------2--|
------|---------------3--1-|-1-------3-----|-------------------------3-------|-1--------3--|
C*
F
C
C
/b
Am7
/g
|
F
G
|----------3---------|-1-1-3-0-------|---------------------------------|-1-1-0----3--|
|----------1---------|-1-----1-------|-------1-------1-------1-------1-|-1-----3--0--|
|----------0---------|-2-----0-------|-----0-------0-------0-------0---|-2--------0--|
|---0--0h2-2-0h2-0---|-3-----2-------|---2-------0-------2-------2-----|-3--------0--|
|-3---3----3-------3-|-3-----3---0-2-|-3-------2-------0---------------|-3--------2--|
|--------------------|-1-------3-----|-------------------------3-------|-1--------3--|
C*
F
C
They were hiding behind hay bales, they were planting in the full moon
C
/b
Am7
/g
F
G
They had given all they had for something new
C
F
C
But the light of day was on them, they could see the thrashers coming
C
/b
Am7
/g
F
G
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew
F
G
C*
F
Fmaj7
F
And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
F
G
C*
Cmaj7
C
Cmaj7
C
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
F
G
C
/b
Am7
/c
When I saw those thrashers rolling by looking more than two lanes wide
Dm7/a
G
I was feelin' like my day had just begun Where the eagle glides ascending, there's an ancient river bending Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits I searched out my companions, who were lost in crystal canyons When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand How I lost my friends I still don't understand They had the best selection, they were poisoned with protection There was nothing that they needed, nothing left to find They were lost in rock formations, or became park bench mutations On the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting, waiting So I got bored and left them there, they were just deadweight to me Better down the road without that load Brings back the time when I was eight or nine, I was watchin' my mama's TV It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode Where the vulture glides descending, on an asphalt highway bending Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars Down the windy halls of friendship to the rose clipped by the bullwhip The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar. But me I'm not stopping there, got my own row left to hoe Just another line in the field of time When the thrasher comes I'll be stuck in the sun like the dinosaurs in shrines But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine

Ride My Llama

Tuning: DADGBD (Double Drop D)
Capo:
II
D 000234 D/f 30023x
D11 000012 D/g 557777
C* 000555 G 0200xx
D* 000777 Dadd4 x540xx
Riff1 (slide between verses) Riff2 ("he picked up all my guitars")
D
D11
D
C*
D*
D
F
C
D
|-4-4-4-\-2-2-/-4---5---7--|--- |-----------|-----------|-----------|------
|-3-3-3-\-1-1-/-3---5---7--|--- |-3---------|-1-----1---|-----------|-2----
|-2-2-2---0-0---2---5---7--|--- |-0h2-2p0---|-0h2-2-0---|-----------|-3----
|-0-------0-0---0----------|--- |-0-------3-|-3-----0h2-|-2-2-2p0---|-0----
|-0-------0-0---0----------|--- |-----------|-------3---|---------3-|------
|-0-------0-0---0----------|--- |-----------|-----------|-----------|------
Intro: Riff1 x2
Riff1
Riff1
Remember the Alamo, when help was on the way? It's better here and now, I feel that good today
D
/c
D
C*
D*
I'd like to take a walk
D
/c
/f
C*
D*
But not around the block
D
/c
/f
C*
D*
I really got some news
Bb
I met a man from Mars
D
Riff2
F
C
He picked up all my guitars
D
And played me traveling songs
Bb
And when we got on ship
Asus4
He brought out something for the trip
A
D
He said, "It's old, but it's good!"
Bb
C
D/g
Like any other primitive would
G
G
C
Dadd4
G
G
G
G
Aaaaah ah ah ah ah ah aaaah aaaah Aaaaah ah ah ah ah ah aaaah aaaah
Repeat intro Riff1 x2
I'm gonna ride my llama, from Peru to Texarkana I wanna ride him good, in my old neighborhood I'm gonna ride him good, in my old neighborhood I'm gonna ride him good, in my old neighborhood When we got on ship He brought out something for the trip He said, "It's old, but it's good!" Like any other primitive would
D/g

Pocahontas

Capo:
-II
D
Aurora Borealis, the icy sky at night
Em
D
Paddles cut the water in a long and hurried flight
Asus2
/a
/b
C
G
D
From the white man to the fields of green
Asus2
/a
/b
C
G
D
And the homeland we've never seen They killed us in our teepee and they cut our women down They might have left some babies crying on the ground But the firesticks and the wagons come And the night falls on the setting sun They massacred the buffalo, kitty corner from the bank The taxis run across my feet and my eyes have turned to blanks In my little box at the top of the stairs With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
Instrumental verse
I wish a was a trapper, I would give thousand pelts To sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she felt In the morning on the fields of green In the homeland we've never seen And maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire We'll sit and talk of Hollywood and the good things there for hire And the Astrodome and the first teepee Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me Pocahontas

Sail Away

Harp:
G
(straight)
|
G
|
Am
|
D
|
G
|
G
Am
I could live inside a teepee
D
G
I could die in penthouse thirty-five
G
Am
You could lose me on the freeway
D
G
But I would still make it back alive
D
G
As long as we can sail away
D
C
D
As long as we can sail away
G
There'll be wind in the canyon
Am
Moon on the rise
C
D
G
As long as we can sail away See the losers in the best bars Meet the winners in the dives Where the people are the real stars All the rest of their lives As long as we can sail away As long as we can sail away There'll be wind in the canyon Moon on the rise As long as we can sail away There's a road stretched out between us Like a ribbon on the high plain Down from Phoenix through Salinas Round the bend and back again As long as we can sail away As long as we can sail away There'll be wind in the canyon Moon on the rise As long as we can sail away

Powderfinger

G
C
G
C
G
Look out Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
C
G
C
G
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
C
Bm
C
I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
Bm7
Cmaj7
And it's less than a mile away
Bm7
Cmaj7
I hope they didn't come to stay
Bm7
C
D
It's got numbers on the side and a gun and it's makin' big waves (
D
) (
C
)
G
C/g
G
|-------------|-----|-3---|-3---|-3---|
|-7-7-7-5-3-0-|-5-3-|-0---|-1---|-0---|
|-7-7-7-5-4-0-|-5-4-|-0---|-0---|-0---|
|-------------|-----|-0---|-2---|-0---|
|-------------|-----|-2---|-----|-2---|
|-------------|-----|-3---|-3---|-3---|
 Daddy's gone and my brother's out huntin' in the mountains Big John's been drinkin' since the river took Emmylou So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin' And I just turned twenty-two I was wonderin' what to do And the closer they got, the more those feelings grew Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin' He told me "Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'" When the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin' Raised my rifle to my eye Never stopped to wonder why Then I saw black and my face splashed in the sky Shelter me from the powder and the finger Cover me with the one that pulled the trigger Just think of me as one you never figured Would fade away so young With so much left undone Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her

Welfare Mothers

G(iii) -> A(v) x4 (slide)
A
G
A
A
G
D
A
G
A
G
A
A7
G
A
People, pick up on what I'm puttin' down, now
A
G
A
G
Welfare mothers, make better lovers
A
A7
G
D
Down at every laudromat in town
A
G
A
G
Welfare mothers, make better lovers
A
A7
G
A
While they're washin' you can hear the sound, now
A
G
A
G
Welfare mothers, make better lovers
D
Bb
E
Divorcee!
A
G
A
G
Hard to believe that love is free now (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) Out on the street with the whole family now (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) Hard to believe that love is free now (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) Divorcee!
A
G
A
G
A
G
A
G
A
G
A
A
G
D
G
A
D
Bb
E
A
G
A
G
Welfare mothers, make better lovers
A
G
A
G
Welfare mothers, make better lovers People, pick up on what I'm puttin' down, now (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) Down at every laudromat in town (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) While they're washin' you can hear the sound, now (Welfare Mothers, make better lovers) Divorcee!
A
G
A
G
D
Bb
E

Sedan Delivery

|
G
A
| ...
A
G
A
G
Last night I was cool at the pool hall
A
G
A
G
A
Held the table for eleven games
A
G
A
G
Nothing was easier than the first seven
A
G
A
G
I beat a woman with varicose veins
D
Dmaj7
She stopped to see herself in the mirror
D7
Fix her hair and hide her veins
A
G
But she lost the game... Next day I went to the dentist He pulled some teeth and I lost some blood We'd like to thank you for the cards you sent us My wives and I were all choked up
D
Dmaj7
D7
A
G
A
G
... I recall how Caesar and Cleo Made love in the Milky Way They needed boats and armies to get there I know there's a better way I saw the movie and I read the book But when it happened to me I sure was glad that I had what it took to get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away I'm makin' another delivery Of chemicals and sacred roots I'll hold what you have to give me But I'll use what I have to use The lasers are in the lab The old man is dressed in white clothes Everybody says he's mad Nobody knows the things he knows No one knows No one knows No one knows No one knows I'm lookin' in every hallway I still can't accept the stares I'm sleepin' with many covers I'm warm now so I don't care I'm thinkin' of no one in my mind Sedan delivery is a job I know I'll keep It sure was hard to find Hard to find Hard to find Hard to find Hard to find

Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)

Am
G
F
Hey hey, my my
Am
G
F
Rock and roll can never die
C
Am
G
There's more to the picture, than meets the eye
Am
G
F
Hey hey, my my Out of the blue, and into the black You pay for this, but they give you that And once you're gone, you can't come back When your outta the blue and into the black The king is gone, but he's not forgotten This is the story of the Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out, 'cause rust never sleeps The king is gone, but he's not forgotten Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture, than meets the eye Hey hey, my My