Warren Zevon : Warren Zevon

F

Am

She tells him she thinks she needs to be free

Bb

C

F

He tells her he doesn't understand

Dm

Gm

C

Csus4

C

She takes his hand, She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned

Bb

Am

Gm

C

F

She's so many women, he can't find the one who was his friend

Bb

Am

Dm

So he's hanging on to half her heart, but he can't have the restless part

Gm

C

F

so he tells her to hasten down the wind

F

Am

Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free

Bb

C

F

Then she says she'd rather be with him

Dm

Gm

C

Csus4

C

But it's just a whim, by which she hopes to keep him on the limb

Bb

Am

Gm

C

F

She's so many women, he can't find the one who was his friend

Bb

Am

Dm

So he's hanging on to half her heart, but he can't have the restless part

Gm

C

F

so he tells her to hasten down the wind

Dm

Bb

F

Gm

C

Csus4

C

Bb

Am

Gm

C

F

She's so many women, he can't find the one who was his friend

Bb

Am

Dm

So he's hanging on to half her heart, but he can't have the restless part

Gm

C

F

so he tells her to hasten down the wind

Dm

Bb

F

He tells her to hasten down the wind

C

G

D

G

C

D

G

C

G

D

G

I lay my head on the railroad tracks

C

D

G

Waiting for the double E

C

G

D

G

The railroad don't run no more

C

D

G

Poor, poor pitiful me

C

G

D

G

Poor, poor, pitiful me

C

D

G

Poor, poor, pitiful me

C

G

D

G

These young girls won't let me be

C

G

D

Lord have mercy on me

G

Woe is me Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood And I ain't naming names But she really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes, Lord Sort of like a Warring Blender Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me

C

G

D

G

C

D

G

Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the Hyatt House I don't want to talk about it

C

D

G

Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me

A

So much to do, there's plenty on the farm

D

A

I'll sleep when I'm dead

A

Saturday night I like to raise a little harm

D

A

I'll sleep when I'm dead, hey

A

D

A

D

A

D

A

D

A

D

A

D

A

D

A

D

I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin I'll sleep when I'm dead Straight from the bottle, twisted again I'll sleep when I'm dead alright Well, I take this medicine as prescribed I'll sleep when I'm dead It don't matter if I get a little tired I'll sleep when I'm dead hey I've got a 38 special up on the shelf I'll sleep when I'm dead If I start acting stupid I'll shoot myself And I'll sleep when I'm dead hey So much to do there's plenty on the farm I'll sleep when I'm dead Saturday night I like to raise a little harm I'll sleep when I'm dead alright

A

E

|

A

E

|

A

E

I hear mariachi static on the radio

B7

And the tubes they glow in the dark And I'm there with her in Ensenada

E

When I'm here in Echo Park

A

Carmelita, hold me tighter

E

A

I think I'm sinking down

E

B7

And I'm all strung out on heroin

E

On the outskirts of town Well I'm sitting here playing solitaire With my pearl handled deck The county won't give me no more methadone And they cut off your welfare check Carmelita, hold me tighter I think I'm sinking down And I'm all strung out on heroin On the outskirts of town

Instrumental verse and chorus

Well I pawned my Smith Corona And I went to meet my man He hangs out down on Alvarado Street By the Pioneer Chicken Stand Carmelita, hold me tighter I think I'm sinking down And I'm all strung out on heroin On the outskirts of town Carmelita, hold me tighter I think I'm sinking down And I'm all strung out on heroin On the outskirts of town

E

A

Bb

C

F

Am

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel

Bb

C

Dm

I was staring in my empty coffee cup

A7

/g

Dm

Gm

I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'

F

C

All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles, I'm gonna drink 'em up

Bb

C

F

And if California slides into the ocean

Bb

C

Gm

F

Like the mystics and statistics say it will

Bdim

Am

Gm

F

Bb

C

I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill

Bb

C

F

Don't the sun look angry through the trees?

Bb

F

C

Gm

Dm

Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?

Dm

G

Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves?

Bb

C

Bb

F

Heaven help the one who leaves

Gm

Dm

Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands

F

C

Dm

And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me

A7

/g

Dm

But except in dreams you're never really free

Bb

F

C

Gm

F

Don't the sun look angry at me?

Bb

C

F

Am

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel

Bb

C

Dm

I was listening to the air conditioner hum, it went...

Bb

C

F

Bb

F

C

Mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Bb

C

F

Bb

F

C

Look away down Gower Avenue, look away Look away down Gower Avenue, look away Look away down Gower Avenue, look away Look away down Gower Avenue, look away

Warren Zevon : Warren Zevon
1975

Hasten Down The Wind

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

Carmelita

Desperados Under The Eaves

Warren Zevon : Warren Zevon 1975

Hasten Down The Wind

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

Carmelita

Desperados Under The Eaves

Warren Zevon : Warren Zevon
1975