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Richard Thompson : Still
2015

  1. She Never Could Resist A Winding Road
  2. Patty, Don't You Put Me Down

  3. Fork In The Road
  4. Fergus Laing

She Never Could Resist A Winding Road

D
In the old, cold embers of the year
G
D
When joy and comfort disappear
G
I search around to find her
Em
I'm a hundred miles behind her
G
A
D
The open road whispered in her ear And she never could resist a winding road She never could resist a winding road Maybe just around the bend A rainbow waiting at the end She never could resist a winding road And she never could stay any place too long To not be standing still's where she belongs If you love her, better know She needs you now, but soon she'll go She never could stay any place too long
Bm
G
It's not that she don't care about you
Bm
G
Say you love her, she don't doubt you
Bm
G
But she can learn to live without you
Em
A
When she hears the call
Instrumental verse
Love her now and let her be Don't lie down, just set her free Too many things she wants to see The whole wide world, that's all And she never could resist a winding road She never could resist a winding road Maybe just around the bend A rainbow waiting at the end
G
A
Bm
/a
She never could resist a winding road
G
A
Bm
/a
She never could resist a winding road
G
A
D
She never could resist a winding road

Patty, Don't You Put Me Down

Capo:
III
Em
Patty don't tell me one thing and change your mind
Am
Em
We might be in bed together but the deal's not signed
Am
Em
They say you collect shrunken heads, would you like to have mine?
G
C
Patty, don't you put me down
G
C
Patty, don't you put me down
F#
Bm
Patty, don't you put me down
Em
A
Don't colour me cruel
Em
A
Don't colour me cruel You're so used to skimming the ace and palming the jack The right hand giving and the left hand taking it back At society functions they probably give you more slack Patty, don't you put me down Patty, don't you put me down Patty, don't you put me down Don't colour me cruel Don't colour me cruel
Instrumental verse
C7 shape, descending chromatically from D7:
D7
You can stamp all you want, but this ain't television
C#7
I can't fix it all with a small incision
C7
It's a meltdown you're having, not nuclear fission
B7
There's no room service at the seaman's mission In your ten watt world it's beyond any pleasure you know To stick your fingers in the socket, and give yourself a glow Keep that up and they might make you part of the show Patty, don't you put me down Patty, don't you put me down Patty, don't you put me down

Fork In The Road

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E
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A
B
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x7
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E
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A
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B
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A
D/a
A
D/a
A
E
An Esperanto lullaby is keeping me in stitches
A
D/a
A
D/a
A
E
Don't know what she's saying but the sound of it bewitches
D
C#m
F#sus4
Oh, it's over my head, she thinks she's queen for a day, hurray
E
A
B
Which way? Passion or poison? Which way? Get the highway code All questions, no answers Standing here at a fork in the road
E
At a fork in the road Now Eglantine, she takes her time, she takes good aim and fires A crystal ball is hard to read when it's tangled in the wires Oh, it's over my head, she thinks she's queen for a day, hurray Which way? Passion or poison? Which way? Get the highway code All questions, no answers Standing here at a fork in the road
C
At a fork in the road
Guitar solo in new key. The next verse starts in this key,
but returns to the original key for the last line and choruses.
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C
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Bb
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F
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G
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C
F/c
C
F/c
C
G
Miss Carnaby she wants to be Calliope on meth
C
F/c
C
F/c
C
G
She fits the job description if she doesn't bleed to death
D
C#m
F#sus4
But it's all in her head, nobody made her that way, hurray Which way? Passion or poison? Which way? Get the highway code All questions, no answers Standing here at a fork in the road At a fork in the road

Fergus Laing

Em
D
Em
Fergus Laing is a beast of a man
G
A
Em
He stitches up and fleeces
Em
D
Em
He wants to manicure the world
G
A
Em
And sell it off in pieces
G
He likes to build his towers high
A
He blocks the sun out of the sky
Bm
A
In the penthouse the champagne's dry
Em
And slightly gassy Fergus Laing, he works so hard As busy as a bee is Fergus Laing has seventeen friends All as dull as he is His seventeen friends have seventeen wives All the perfect shape and size They wag their tails and bat their eyes Just like Lassie
A
Fergus Laing he builds and builds
Em
Yet small is his erection
A
Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair
Em
D
When the wind's in the right direction
C
B7
The wind's in the right direction Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends They live inside a bubble There they withdraw and shut the door At any sign of trouble Should the peasants wail and vent And ask him where the money went He'll simply say, it's all been spent On being classy Fergus' buildings reach the sky Until you cannot see 'em He thinks the old stuff he pulls down Belongs in a museum His own fair home is on the Park An airy jewel, a city ark Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque But nothing brassy Fergus Laing he builds and builds Yet small is his erection Fergus Laing has a fine head of hair When the wind's in the right direction The wind's in the right direction