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Warren Zevon : Warren Zevon
1975

  1. Hasten Down The Wind
  2. Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

  3. I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
  4. Carmelita
  5. Desperados Under The Eaves

Hasten Down The Wind

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

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

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

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

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

Carmelita

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E
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A
E
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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

Desperados Under The Eaves

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
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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