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Richard Thompson : Rumour And Sigh
1991

  1. Read About Love
  2. I Feel So Good
  3. I Misunderstood
  4. Grey Walls
  5. You Dream Too Much
  6. 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
    1


  7. Don't Sit On My Jimmy Shands
  8. Keep Your Distance
  9. God Loves A Drunk

Read About Love

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
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Em7 xx2033 D|---------4---0----|
Ebmaj7 xx1033 A|------------------|
F 333211 D|------------------|
G
Asked my Daddy when I was thirteen
D
"Daddy can you tell me what love really means?"
G
His eyes went glassy, not a word was said
D
Riff
He poured another beer and his face turned red
G
C
Asked my mother, she acted the same
G
D
She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
G
C
Asked my teacher, he reached for the cane
G
D
He said "don't mention that subject again"
Em
C
So I read about love, I read it in a magazine
Em
C
Read about love, Cosmo and Seventeen
Em
C
Read about love, in the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler
G/d
G/f
Em7
Ebmaj7
G/d
(
G/f
Em7
Ebmaj7
) So I know what makes girls sigh
G/d
G/f
Em7
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Ebmaj7
) And I know why girls cry
G
Em
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So don't tell me I don't understand
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Em
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What makes a woman and what makes a man
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Em
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I've never been to heaven but at least I've read about love My big brother told me when I was fourteen "It's time I showed you what love really means Girls like kissing and romance too But a boy's got to know what a man's got to do" He gave me a book, the cover was plain Written by a doctor with a German name It had glossy pictures, serious stuff I read it seven time then I knew it well enough Read about love, now I've got you Read about love, where I want you Read about love, I got you on the test-bed, test-bed, test-bed So why, don't you moan and sigh? And why do you sit there and cry? I do everything I'm supposed to do If something's wrong than it must be you I know the ways of a woman I've read about love Well well well, when I touch you there it's supposed to feel nice That's what it said in reader's advice I've never been to heaven but at least I've read about love

I Feel So Good

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Em
Am
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C
Em
Am
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I feel so good I'm going to break somebody's heart tonight
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Em
Am
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C
I feel so good I'm going to take someone apart tonight
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They put me in jail for my deviant ways
Bb
F
Two years, seven months, and sixteen days
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F
Now I'm back on the street in a purple haze
Am
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Am
F
And I feel so good, I feel so good
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C
I feel so good I'm going to break somebody's heart tonight
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Em
Am
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I feel so good I'm going to make somebody's day tonight I feel so good I'm going to make somebody pay tonight I'm old enough to sin, but I'm too young to vote Society been dragging on the tail of my coat But I've got a suitcase full of fifty-pound notes And a half-naked woman with her tongue down my throat And I feel so good, I feel so good I feel so good I'm going to break somebody's heart tonight
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F
They've made me pay for the things I've done
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Now it's my turn to have all the fun
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I feel so good I'm going to break somebody's heart tonight

I Misunderstood

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
III
Em(add9)
Bm
Em(add9)
A
Bm
G
A
She said, darling I'm in love with your mind
Bm
G
A
The way you care for me is so kind
Bm
G
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Esus4
Love to see you again, I wish I had more time She was laughing as she brushed my cheek Why don't you call me, angel, maybe next week
E7
Promise now, cross your heart and hope to die
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D/f#
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But I misunderstood
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But I misunderstood
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Em/g
But I misunderstood
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Em
A
I thought she was saying good luck
Bm
She was saying goodbye Things I tried to put shine in her eyes Wire wheels and shimmering things Wild nights when the whole world seemed to fly She said the thing that's so unique When we're together we don't have to speak We'll always be such good friends, you and I But I misunderstood...

Grey Walls

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A
G
I took my darling down, I took my darling down To that big grey house down the lane
F#m
A
G
And then the doctor said, he said "It's in her head She's never going to be right again"
Am
D
Am
D
I kissed my love goodbye, she didn't blink an eye
Am
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They took her down the hall, she never looked back at all
G
Dm
Oh behind grey walls, somewhere there's a soul
G
Dm
Behind grey walls, she's out of control
Em7
She's crying out for help, no one can hear
A7
B
Oh Lord have pity on her, oh Lord have pity on her My darling walks the floor, my darling walks the floor She walks every minute that she can I heard my darling say, I heard my darling say That she don't know who I am Cigarette burns down her arm, said she tried to do herself harm Tied her arms in the back, trussed her up like a sack Oh behind grey walls, somewhere there's a soul Behind grey walls, she's out of control She's crying out for help, no one can hear Oh Lord have pity on her, oh Lord have pity on her I saw my darling's face, I saw my darling's face It looked so pale in the distance She stared out from her room into the dying gloom And I saw her poor tears glisten Pills to keep her calm, more punctures than a junkie in her arm Strapped her on the bed, seventy volts through her head Oh behind grey walls, somewhere there's a soul Behind grey walls, she's out of control She's crying out for help, no one can hear Oh Lord have pity on her, oh Lord have pity on her

You Dream Too Much

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G5
D5
She came down the stairs in her cocktail dress
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G5
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She fell on her food like a lioness
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G5
D5
There was ringing in my ears like an S O S
Em
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D
She said "You dream too much
Em
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D
If you think I've a thing for you
Em
C
D
A
You dream too much, it's going to end bad" The boom box was sounding sweet We were dancing to a jungle beat Just when our lips were about to meet She said "You dream too much Who's that girl in your dreams with you? You dream too much, it's going to end bad"
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G
You'll stumble going through life the way that you do
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I hope I'm somewhere else the day that you do
A7
The way that you do She had a chassis like an XJS A skull necklace like a high priestess I thought maybe just one caress She said, You dream too much You're dreaming now while I'm talking to you You dream too much, it's going to end bad Oh it's going to end bad All my life I've been like this I start thinking of the perfect kiss Velvet dream on an iron fist She said "You dream too much Even this isn't really true
Em
C
D
A
You dream too much, it's going to end bad
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Oh it's going to end bad
Bm
Ah it's going to end bad
G
It's going to end bad"

1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Tuning: CGDGBE (Drop C/g)
Capo:
III
G x00033 C 002010
G/b x40033 D 224232
G/b x20033 Am x22555
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C
Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbike
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A girl could feel special on any such like
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Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
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It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
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And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
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Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme
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And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22 And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And If fate should break my stride I'll give you my Vincent to ride Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running out of road, he was running out of breath But he smiled to see her cry Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride Said young James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves's won't do They don't have a soul like a Vincent '52 He reached for her hand and he gave her the keys He said I don't have any further use for these I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home He gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride

Don't Sit On My Jimmy Shands

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
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D 0x0232
E 222100
A x02220
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When the party hit full swing
A
I saw you come reeling in
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A
You had that six-pack in a stranglehold
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Now you stagger, now you sway
A
Why don't you fall the other way
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E
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'Cause I've got something here worth more than gold
D
I said, don't sit on my Jimmy Shands
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Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands
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A
They don't mend with sticky tape and glue
D
Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands
A
Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands
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E
A
That's my very best advice to you Call me precious I don't mind 78s are hard to find You just can't get the shellac Since the war This one's the Beltona brand Finest label in the land They don't make them like that any more Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands... Darling though you're twice my size I don't mean to patronize Honey, let me lead you by the hand Find a lap or find a chair You can park it anywhere Just don't rest your cheeks against my man Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands... No shindig is half complete Without that famous polka beat That's why they invite me, I suppose Waltzes, Strathspey's, eightsome reels Now you know how good it feels Crank that handle babe, away she goes Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands...

Keep Your Distance

Capo:
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G/d
If I cross your path again, who knows where, who knows when?
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) On some morning without number, on some highway without end
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G/d
Don't grasp my hand and say, fate has brought you here today
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D
For fate is only fooling with us friend
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D
Keep your distance, keep your distance
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G
A
When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall?
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G/d
Keep your distance, keep your distance
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With us it must be all or none at all
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It's a desperate game we play, throw our souls, our lives, away Wounds that can't be mended and debts that can't be paid Oh I played and I got stung, now I'm biting back my tongue I'm sweeping out the footprints where I strayed Keep your distance, keep your distance When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall? Keep your distance, oh keep your distance With us it must be all or none at all
Instrumental Verse
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall? Keep your distance, oh keep your distance With us it must be all or none at all With us it must be all or none at all
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With us it must be all or none at all

God Loves A Drunk

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
III
C#m/e 2421xx
Dm6 000201
Em
D
Em
Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven?
C
G/d
Am7
G
Am7
Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain?
Em
D
Em
No more DT's and no shakes and no horrors
D
C
Em/b
Asus4
A
Asus2
The very next morning you'll feel right as rain
F#m
C#m
F#m
C#m
'Cause God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
D
A
Bm
C#7
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
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E
And a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
D
E
And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
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His shouts and his curses they're just hymns and praises
F#m
C#m/e
D
To kick start his mind now and then
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Dm6
Oh God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen Does God really care for your life in the suburbs A dull little life full of dull little things And bring up the babies to be just like daddy And maybe you'll be there when he gives out the wings But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings Sally Racket He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin Oh God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen Will there be any pen-pushers up there in heaven? Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down He don't give a cuss for what people think of him He screams at his demons alone in the darkness He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen