Subject: Why Are You Crying Flying Burrito Brothers Chords/Words
From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 01:41:35 GMT
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Flying Burrito Brothers   Why Are You Crying  by  Rick Roberts
G           F          Em         A
Why are you crying and what can I do
G           C         G            C          G
It's not so easy just watching you cry all alone
C                      G
Can you tell me what's wrong
C                          G         C        G          C         
And if you think it might help I can bring my guitar and sing you a 
G
song
G
I know love's made a fool of others
F
And I know love's made a fool of  me
C                                G          F
Try to answer questions that you never even asked of me
G                                       F
I know you've been left in doubt by the things that you not sure about
C
Well I can say I've been there too
      G          F                Am       D7
And maybe we can both find out if you will tell me
G           F          Em         A
Why are you crying and what can I do
G           C         G            C           G
It's not so easy just watching you cry all alone
C                      G
Can you tell me what's wrong
C                         G          C        G          C          
And if you think it might help I can bring my guitar and sing you a 
G
song
G                                     F
You say there's no way I can help and in the end that might be true
C
But you never know untill you try
    G               F
And that's all I've asked of you
G
And I can see you have your secrets
     F
And that's all right I have mine too
C
But you should always share your troubles
G                  F        Am      D7
Makes it that much easier on you
G           F          Em          A
Why are you crying and what I can do
G                 C   G            C           G
It's not so easy just watching you cry all alone
C                       G
Can you tell me what's wrong
C                         G          C        G          C         
And if you think it might help I can bring my guitar and sing you a 
G
song
       Copyright @ 1971 Goose Feather Music(BMI)
       From the The Flying Burrito Bros"  LP A & M Records
Thema:	All Alone/Cody Cody/Colorado/White Line Fever
Datum:	23.03.97 16:39:03
From:	rickl1@ix.netcom.com (Rick Lusher)
To:	GDJayhawk@aol.com
You wrote: 
>
>Hi Rick,
>
>I think you are the guy with the greatest Byrds archive on the net, 
it's
>great.
>
>You saw that I'm trying to catch all Parsons, Hillman and Flying 
Burrito
>chords. I don't know why, but I'm not a McGuinn fan.
>
>To complete my songbook, please check out the songs and if you have 
time
>please send me what I'm looking for and what you are missing.
>
>Do you have a complete list of all your songs?
>
>Thanks
>Hans
Hi sorry I dont have a complete list yet of what I have.
>Burrito Brothers    All Alone  written by  Chris  Hillman/Rick Roberts
D         A                D        A
All alone she waits at the window
          D    A          D         A
While the sun sets in the sea
Bm          A                            G              A
Is that the sound of his foot steps that echoes in the hall
Bm            A               G                 A
And then they fade away no it wasn't him after all
       D    A            D         A
He was gone in the early morning
       D    A              D         A
And he said he wouldn't be long
Bm           A                        G                     A
But that was spring and now that the leaves have all turned brown
Bm        A                       G                A
She only shares her bed with the lonliness she has found
          D      A            D            A
Still she waits alone at the window
        D   A            D         A
For the one who wandered away
Bm           A                      G                   A
Each day the room grows colder her tears grow harder to hold
Bm            A                      G                        A
And still she saves her love for the day she knows he'll come home
    Copyright @ 1971 Irving Music Inc./Goose Feather Music(BMI)
    From the " The Flying Burrito Bros"  LP  A & M RecordsP
Flying Burrito Brothers      Tried So Hard    written by  Gene Clark
D
Stopped awhile this morning on my way back home
         A
I had to realize this time that I'd be all alone
             Em                             G
Cause she is moving somewhere far away  not slow
             D        A       E
And though I tried so hard to please her
D            A             G   D
She said she really had to go
D
Even though this time it really hurts me bad
               A
I've been thru similarities it's not the first break I've had
      Em                                  G
And I just can't let it bring me down too low
             D        A       E
And though I tried so hard to please her
D             A                 G
There must be something more to know
Bm
Never thought that we would end this way
   F#m
It seemed  that everything was going fine
Bm
Still with all the things that I can do or say
         D                                 E     G    D
It won't change the fate I know so well is mine
SOLO
D
So I'll stop and look right past the pain
           A
Cause I've been in love before and I can love again
             Em                            G
While she is moving somewhere far away not slow
             D        A       E
And though I tried so hard to please her
D            A             G    D
She said she really had to go
              Copyright @ 1966 Irving Music Inc.(BMI)
              From the "Flying Burrito Bros" LP
Burrito Brothers     Colorado     written by  Rick Roberts
G   D  Em     G7     C           G    D
Hey Colorado  it was not so long ago
G D         Em       G7 C               G  G7
I left your mountain to try life on the road
        C                  G    G7      C               G   G7
Now I'm finished with that race it  was much too fast a pace
       C               G G7    C                   G     D  Em D
And I think I know my place Colorado I wanna  come home
G     D     Em    G7    C            G      D
There was a woman but I left her far behind
G  D         Em    G7       C            G   G7
I could have loved her if I only had the time
      C                 G G7     C              G   G7
But I stopped along the way just long enough to say
         C                     G G7
Lord I'd really really like to stay
       C                      G D Em D
But my lady knows I've got to go
Em D   C   G      Em        D    C     G
I  was too young  to   know what I've done
Em D   C  G               F     D7
I made my plans but I was wrong yes I was wrong
G    D    Em G7         C                 G         D
Hey Colorado  is it too late to change my mind
G    D         Em       G7      C              G   G7
I've done some thinking and I'm trying hard to find
C                     G        G7
The way to come back home
        C                 G     G7
Oh I've been so very long alone
          C                 G   G7    C                     G
Won't you take care of your own Colorado I think I'm coming home
   Copyright @ 1971 Silver Wing Songs(BMI)
   From the "Flying Burrito Bros" LP
Burrito Brothers       White Line Fever                 written by  
Merle Haggard
D     G    A       F#m                 A             D
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul
D     G    A         F#m               A                   D
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole
    G              A                 D
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me
         G    G/F#  Em         G        G/F#    A
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old
                                     D
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
D                  A                D
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
                   A                D
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song
     G                  A            D
I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more
G                   A                  D
I haven't found one place that I ain't been before
 D    G    A       F#m                A              D
White Line Fever a sickness born down deep inside my soul
D     G    A         F#m               A                   D
White Line Fever the years keep flying by like a high line pole
                  Copyright @ Blue Book Music(BMI)
                  From the "The Flying Burrito Bros"  LP  A & M Records
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From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: Northbound Bus    The Flying Burrito Brothers    Chords/Words
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Flying Burrito Brothers  Northbound Bus  written by Nickey Barclay
vocal by Gene Parsons
A       E         D
Catch a ride on a northbound bus
               B7            D       A     E
'Cause there's nothin' goin' on down here
A          E             D
Could have cried for the way it was
            B7             D      A
But there's no one left to dry my tears
                 E
When I think of how it used to be
         G             D             Bm
When we all played together just for fun
       D                       A
Didn't matter who was right or wrong
                E             G          D
Now I gotta get away, I can't be what is coming
                              A   D   A
I think I've been around too long
A       E          D
You and I were the best of friends
        B7            D        A    E
Well I think it was a thousand years
A        E           D
Now good bye this is where it ends
               B7            D       A
'Cause there's nothin' goin' on down here
                       E         G           D
When I think about the way I was paid for my trouble
              Bm               D                    A
It don't seem right and that's why I gotta sing this song
                E             G          D
Now I gotta get away, I can't be what is coming
  D                          A   D    A
I think I've been around too long
SOLO
                       E         G           D
When I think about the way I was paid for my trouble
              Bm               D                    A
It don't seem right and that's why I gotta sing this song
                 E            G          D
Now I gotta get away, I can't be what is coming
                              A   D    A
I think I've been around too long
A       E         D
Catch a ride on a northbound bus
               B7           D        A   E
'Cause there's nothin' goin' on down here
A          E             D
Could have cried for the way it was
            B7             D      A
But there's no one left to dry my tears
                 E
When I think of how it used to be
        G          D                 Bm
When we all played together just for fun
   D                  A
Nobody had to come on strong
                E             G          D
Now I gotta get away, I can't be what is coming
                              A    D           A
I think I've been around too long, around too long
     From  The "Airborne" LP
     Columbia Records
 
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From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: Out Of Control    Flying Burrito Brothers      Chords/Words
Date: Sat, 03 May 1997 21:33:19 GMT
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The Flying Burrito Brothers   Out Of Control by Gene Parsons
lead vocal by Gene Parsons                      Gib Guilbeau
* =  basic riff then variations
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----------------------7 5--
--5 7 7 5 7  5 7 7 5-------
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A
She's a lot of woman but she's out of control
                                    G    D
She's so hard to hold, she's out of control
D                            A  *
You know she's got me losing again
A
She's a lot of woman but she's out of control
A                                         G D
Needs a whole lot of love, I'm losing my hold
      D                        A    *
She's slipping right out of my hand
D                    A
She's got it all and knows how to use it
Bm                         A
And I get caught up in the fire
D                       A
She turns it around and knows I can't lose it
 C#m                F#m    *
Leaving me lost in desire
A
She's a lot of woman, she can torture your soul
A                                           G  D
She's just gotta have more, she goes out of control
D                             A    *
I'm hanging on the best way I can
G D A   G  D  A    then SOLO
A
She's a lot of woman but she's out of control
                                    G   D
She's so hard to hold, she's out of control
D                                A    *
And you know she's got me losing again
D                     A
She's got it all and knows how to use it
Bm                         A
And I get caught up in the fire
D                       A
She turns it around and knows I can't lose it
C#m                 F#m   *
Leaving me lost in desire
A
Out of control
You've got me losing my mind...
         From The "Airborne" LP
         Columbia Records
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From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: Pick Me Up On Your Way Down     Rick Roberts     Chords/Words
Date: Sun, 04 May 1997 21:51:11 GMT
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Rick Roberts        Pick Me Up On Your Way Down
A
You were mine for just a while
           D
Now you're puttin' on the style
           E
And you've never once looked back
                        A
At your home across the track
A
You're the gossip of the town
       D
But my heart can still be found
          E
Where you tossed it on the ground
                       A
Pick me up on your way down
A
Pick me up on your way down
            D
When you're blue and all alone
           E
When their glamour starts to bore you
                       A
Come on back where you belong
You may be their pride and joy
            D
But they'll find another toy
            E
And they'll take away your crown
                       A
Pick me up on your way down
SOLO
A
They have changed your attitude
         D
Made you haughty and so rude
          E
Your new friends can take the blame
                            A
Underneath you're still the same
When you've learned these things are true
        D
I'll be waiting here for you
       E
As you tumble to the ground
                       A
Pick me up on your way down
A
Pick me up on your way down
            D
When you're blue and all alone
           E
When their glamour starts to bore you
                       A
Come on back where you belong
You may be their pride and joy
            D
But they'll find another toy
            E
And they'll take away your crown
                       A
Pick me up on your way down
        From The Rick Roberts Windmills LP
        A & M Records  1972
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From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: Sweet Desert Childhood     Flying Burrito Brothers      Chords/Words
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Flying Burrito Brothers  Sweet Desert Childhood by Gene Parsons
G
It was off the desert road
         C                            G
Fourteen miles up in the canyon I was born
G
Where the rocks were piled up high
    C
And when the sun went down
                         G
They looked like big old monsters
          C
You could yell out your whole name
        A7                            C
And the echo would come back crystal clear
         G
And the silence was so deafening
        C                          G
I could hear it like thunder in my ears
G
I still taste the sweet cool water
      C                                 G
As it bubbled out to quench the burning sand
And the cottonwoods stood trembling
       C                                 G
As the desert wind blew soft across the land
          C
Somewhere far away a coyote
A7                              C
Called out his mournful ghostly song
      G
And I knew that very soon
C                               G
Sweet desert childhood would be gone
      C  Bm             C
Can a man ever go back home again?
      C        Am             D       C    G
Can a man ever live that way again?
G
The old windmill made a groan
      C                                     G
As it turned around to face the cold of the night
G
The proof of all existence
         C                          G
Crackled warm in the flickering firelight
        C
And the stars were so perfect
        A7                               C
That I wondered might this all just be a dream
           G                      C                 G
Could this all-alone place really be as magic as it seems?
C              Am            C
Can a man ever go back home again?
C              Am            D           G
Can a man ever live that way again?
   From Flying Again
   Columbia Records
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From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: To Romona     Flying Burrito Brothers      Chords/Words
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Flying Burrito Brothers  To Romona      written by  Bob Dylan
 C                                          G
Romona come closer shut softley your watery eyes
                                                          C
The pangs of your sadness shall  pass as your senses will rise
        F                                                          
But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at 
G
times
There's no use in trying to deal with the dying
                                 C
Though I can not explain that in rhymes
 C
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss
                                G
Have to be by the touch of your skin
                                                      C
Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I'm in
    F
It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world 
                   G
that just    don't exist
It's all just a scheme babe a vaccum  of  dreams that sucks you into 
             C 
feeling like this
C
I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one
                          G
And no-one is better than you
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and 
           C
nothing to lose
      F                                                G
From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem
                                                                    
They'll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like 
C
them
I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a 
            G
meaningless ring  
                                           C
For deep in my heart there's no help I can bring
 F
Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should
G
do
                                                               C
Then someday maybe who knows baby I'll come and be crying to you
                Copyright @ 1964  M. Witmark & Sons
                From the "Flying Burrito Bros" LP
From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
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Subject: Love Of The Common People    Nashville West     Chords/Words
Date: Mon, 19 May 1997 01:28:31 GMT
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Nashville West  Love Of The Common People  by John Hurley
                                              Ronnie Wilkins
F
Living on free food tickets
	
Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
          Eb
Lets the rain came through
             Bb     C
What can you do ah ha
F
Tears from  the little sister
	
Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
	                  Eb
Without a patch for the party to go
           Bb              C
Oh but you know,she'll get by
       F                         Bb     C
She is living in the love of the common people
F                        Bb     C
Pride in  the heart of a family man
F                       Bb       C
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
F                              Bb          C          F
Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can,as she can
G
It's a good thing you don't have bus fare
It would fall through the hole in your pocket
                         F
And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground
             C              D
A walkin' to town to find a job
G
Trying to keep your hands warm
But the hole in your shoe let the snow come through
	   F
And your chilled to the bone
	           C               D
Oh,you better go home where it's warm
       G                         C      D
She is living in the love of the common people
G                        C      D
Pride in  the heart of a family man
G                       C        D
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
G                              C           D          G
Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can,as she can
A
Living on dreams ain't easy
But the closer the knit,the tighter the fit
        G
And the chills go away
                 D            E
You take them in stride,family pride
A
You know that faith is your foundation
And with whole lotta love and a warm conversation
    G
And plenty of prayer
           D                E
Making you strong,where you belong
       A                         D      E
She is living in the love of the common people
A                        D      E
Pride in  the heart of a family man
A                       D        E
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
A                              D           E          A
Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can,as she can
       B                         E      F#
She is living in the love of the common people
B                        E      F#
Pride in  the heart of a family man
B                       E        F#
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
B                              E           F#          B
Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can,as she can
         From The Nashville West CD
         Sierra Records
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Subject: By The Time I Get To Phoenix     Nashville West      Chords/Words
Date: Sun, 18 May 1997 18:13:50 GMT
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Nashville West  By The Time I Get To Phoenix  written by  Jimmy Webb
Gene Parsons   Lead vocals/drums
Clarence White lead guitar
Gib Guilbeau   fiddle/guitar
Wayne Moore    bass
       Gm                              Fmaj 7
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be risin
Gm                                         Fmaj 7
She'll find  the note I left hangin on her door
Bbmaj 7                         C9                 Am7 Dm
She'll laugh when she reads the part that say I'm leaving
Dm          Gm7                         Eb  C7
Cause I've left that girl so many times before
       Gm                                Fmaj 7
By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be workin
       Gm                                   Fmaj 7
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
Bbmaj 7                   C9            Am7  Dm
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin
        Gm7            Eb C7
Off the wall   that's all
       Gm                             Fmaj 7
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin
Gm                                       Fmaj 7
She'll turn softly and call my name out low
Bbmaj 7                C9               Am7   Dm
And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
     Gm                C7                Fmaj 7
But time and time I've tried to tell her so
Bbmaj 7         Gm   A              D
She just didn't know I would really go
SOLO
       Gm                                Fmaj 7
By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be workin
       Gm                                   Fmaj 7
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
Bbmaj 7                   C9            Am7  Dm
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin
        Gm7            Eb C7
Off the wall   that's all
       Gm                             Fmaj 7
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin
Gm                                       Fmaj 7
She'll turn softly and call my name out low
Bbmaj 7                C9               Am7   Dm
And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
     Gm                C7                Fmaj 7
But time and time I've tried to tell her so
Bbmaj 7         Gm   A              D   C  D
She just didn't know I would really go