#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Trey Graves <JSG9328@ACS.TAMU.EDU> --------------------------------- Dreadful Selfish Crime by Robert Earl Keen on the album Gringo Honeymoon ------------------- | capo on 1st fret | ------------------- >From Trey Graves ( trey@silly.tamu.edu ) G Em G Em G Em G Em G Em G Em Seems like yesterday I was here G Em G Em Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer C G Em G Em Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars C G Em G Em Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars D C G Em G Em Barely livin' on money from tip jars I had a little place just up the block Had me a French girlfriend I loved the way she talked We spent our afternoons watchin' the TV Findin' things to do that we could do for free When we split up she said you don't do enough for me Chorus: C D G C D G I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime C D G Em G Em I had robbed myself of all my precious time Had my first gig here in the neighborhood We had a little band I thought was good Hocked my old shotgun bought a used P.A. We got a quart of rum drank it all that day When the big gig come we were just to drunk to play Chorus Chorus Sometimes I can't believe those days are gone Most of my friends back then have moved along One's in Hollywood one's a millionaire Some are gone for good some still livin' here Me I'm just the same lost in a crowd Lookin' for the rain in a thunder cloud I have moved around but it don't matter though One thing I have found there are just two ways to go It all comes down to livin' fast or dyin' slow Chorus Chorus Seems like yesterday, just like yesterday
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Don't Turn out the Light by Robert Earl Keen Jr. Intro: D G Scarecrow and a yellow moon D A7 D and a roadhouse on the edge of town. D G Hear that midnight rooster crow D A7 well I'll have one more before I go G D but Honey, don't turn out the light A7 G D 'cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight The night is cool beneath the stars ridin' home in John's old car got my head out in the wind here I am drunked up again but Honey, don't turn out the light 'cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight Me and John in a pickup truck bottle of gin and a paper cup Runnin' wild and livin' hard I passed out in our front yard but Honey, don't turn out the light 'cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight Instrumental The moon is high, the sun is down Honey came out in her night gown On the porch at a quarter to three talkin' to the deputy sherrif and me but Honey, don't turn out the light 'cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight I said Honey, don't turn out the light 'cause I think i'm in the mood for love tonight I said Honey, don't turn out the light 'cause I think i'm in the mood for love tonight This song has a really great instrumental intro: D G A7 D G A7 E|------2---------3---3|--2---------0---0|--2-------3---3|--2---------0---0-| B|------3---------0---0|--3---------2---2|--3-------0---0|--3---------2---2-| G|--0-2---2^4^2-0-----0|--2---------0---0|2---2---0-----0|--2---------0---0-| D|4-----------------0--|4---4-2-0-2-----2|------4-----0--|4---4^5^4-2-----2-| A|---------------------|--------------0--|---------------|--------------0---| E|---------------------|-----------------|---------------|------------------| G E|------3---------------2---2---2---2|------0-------3---2---2---2---2| B|------3---------------3---3---3---3|------2-------0---3---3---3---3| G|------0---------------2---2---2---2|------0-------0---2---2---2---2| D|--0-0---0-2-0-4^2^0-0-----0-0-----0|--2-2-----0-0---0-------0------| A|2-----------------------0-------0--|0-------------------0-------0--| E|-----------------------------------|--------3----------------------| Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Crazy Cowboy Dream by Robert Earl Keen Jr. D G D Hot coffee on the dash board a cold front on the way D G A7 Last night I was in Oregon tomorrow Santa Fe D G A7 Up for two days runnin' and I'm feelin' tired inside D... G A7 D Down to my last dollar but tonight I'm gonna ride Chorus: G D Silver spurs and gold tequilla G D You know they keep me hangin' on D... Pretty girls in old cantinas G A7 Give me shelter from the storm G D The mile that I have traveled G D the places I have seen D... Just won't let me put a saddle G A7 D On this crazy cowboy dream A gold watch in my pocket that my daddy gave to me He spemt his lifetime working for a home and family I call him on the phone sometimes, I see him when I can Just long enough to check the binds and jump the fence again CHORUS: Bridge: And I'll never put a saddle on this crazy... Cowboy dream CHORUS: This song has a really good base line on some of the D chords. I've indicated them with D... It goes like this. D... G A7 D E|--2---2---2---2-|--3---0---2--| B|--3---3---3---3-|--3---2---3--| G|--2---2---2---2-|--0---0---2--| D|0---------------|--0---2-0----| A|----4---2---0---|----0--------| E|----------------|3------------| Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Copenhagen by Robert Earl Keen Jr. C F Now, I went out last Sunday with my little Mary-Ann G C She said please stay still Monday, and grabbed me by my can C F She laid a big one on me, suprised me with her tounge, G C But her suprise was waitin' there, between my cheek and gum. Chorus: C Copenhagen, what a wad of flavor. C G Copenhagen, you can see it in my smile. C Copenhagen, do yourself a favor. C G C Chew Copenhagen, drive them pretty girls wild. So I went to the movies with my little Peggy-Sue, I had my dip there in my lip just like I always do. She didn't know that I was spittin' in my Coca-Cola cup, she took a great big swoller' and threw her popcorn up! Oh! Chorus: The moral of this story is so very sad but true. If you stay 'till breakfast friend, they'll want to marry you. So try my little method and I promise you no doubt Dip some Copenhagen if you want to snuff 'em out. Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Corpus Christi Bay by Robert Earl Keen Jr. Capo on 3rd fret G C G I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight G C On the Corpus Christi Bay C G I'd get off and drink 'til daylight G D Sleep the mornin' away D C G I had a plan to take my wages G C Leave the rigs behind for good C G D But that life it is contagious D G And it gets down in your blood I lived in Corpus with my brother We were always on the run We were bad for one another But we were good at having fun We got stoned along the seawall We got drunk and rolled a car We knew the girls at every dancehall Had a tab at every bar Chorus: G D C If I could live my life all over C G It wouldn't matter anyway G C D 'Cause I never could stay sober D G On the Corpus Christi Bay My brother had a wife and family You know he gave 'em a good home But his wife thought we were crazy And one day we found her gone We threw here clothes into the car trunk Her photographs her rosary We went to the pier and got drunk And threw it all into the sea CHORUS Now my brother lives in Houston He married for the second time He got a job with the union And it's keeping him in line He came to Corpus just this weekend It was good to see him here He said he finally gave up drinkin' Then he ordered me a beer CHORUS (TWICE) Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: tbacus@onramp.net Barbeque by Robert Earl Keen Jr. This song is played with all barred Emajor chords. The number's indicate the fret so 1=F, 3=G etc. 1-3 Oooh when I was a little boy 1-3 Only one or two 1-3 The first thing I did enjoy 1-3 Was a plate of Barbeque CHORUS: 6-7 Barbeque sliced beef and bread 6-7 Ribs and sausage and a cold Big Red 1-3 Barbeque makes old ones feel young 1-3 Barbeque makes everybody someone 10 If you're feelin' puny and you don't know what to do 8 1-3 Treat yourself to some meat eat some barbeque Now there was a girl I knew She treated me so mean I offered her my Barbeque She licked my platter clean CHORUS: Don't give me no broccoli Or any Swiss fondue Baby if you want to rock me Give me good ole barbeque CHORUS: Don't send me to heaven It ain't where I should go Cause the Devil's got a charcoal pit And a good fire down below CHORUS: Let your feet hit the street Find a good place to eat Get some Barbeque ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Rollin' By by Robert Earl Keen From: Moondog 96 <skywise@io.com> This song uses a capo on 3rd fret and all chords are written as if 3rd fret was open. The opening uses a variation(i.e. -- these chords, but i don't want to write out the tab for it) of these chords(in this order): D C D C D C G D D C G D It's a busted old town on the plains of West Texas. D C G D The drugstore's closed down, and the river runs dry. D C G D The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions D C G Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild D C G Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by. (after this the song uses the same progression, even for the solos -- which i won't transcribe here either.) And the mission still stands at the edge of the plateau. A stone marks the graves where the old cowboys lie. Asleep in a time, in a town just a youngster Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by. And the drive-in don't play no Friday night pictures. No big silver screen to light up the sky. Gone are the days of post-war-time lovers Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by. And me -- I stand here at the last fillin' station Where the wind moans a dirge to the coyote's cry. I jump in my car; I'm back out on the highway Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by. submitted by wildstar@ix.netcom.com
From: tbacus@onramp.netMerry Christmas From the Family by Robert Earl Keen Jr. G C9 Mom got drunk and Dad got drunk G C9 At our Christmas party G Em We were drinkin' champagne punch C D And homemade eggnog G C9 Little sister brought her new boyfriend G C9 He was a Mexican G Em We didn't know what to think of him C D 'Til he sang Feliz Navidad G Feliz Navidad Brother Ken brought his kids with him The three from his first wife Lynn And the two identical twins >From his second wife MaryNell Of course he brought his new wife Kaye Who talks all about AA Chain smokin' while the stero plays Noel, Noel, The first Noel CHORUS: D Carve the turkey turn the ball game on C Mix Margaritas when the eggnog's gone D Send somebody to the Quik-Pak store C We need some ice and an extention cord D A can of bean dip and some Diet Rite C A box of tampons and some Marlboro Lights G Em Hallelujah everybody say cheese C D G Merry Christmas from the family Fran and Rita drove from Harlingen I can't remember how I'm kin to them But when they tried to plug their motorhome in They blew our christmas lights Cousin David knew just what went wrong So we all waited on our front lawn He threw the breaker and the lights came on And we sang Silent Night Oh Silent Night CHORUS: Carve the turkey turn the ballgame on Make Bloody Marys cause we all want one Send somebody to the Stop 'n Go We need some celery and a can of fake snow A bag of lemons and some Dite Sprite A box of tampons and some Salem Lights Hallelujah everybody say cheese Merry Christmas from the family Feliz Navidad. Here's how he plays the song on the album.. G C9 G C9 E|--3-----3---3-----3-|--3-----3---3-----3- B|--3-----3---3-----3-|--3-----3---3-----3- G|--0-----0---0-----0-|--0-----0---0-----0- D|--0-----0---0-0^2---|--0-----0---0-0^2--- A|--2-0^2---3---------|--2-0^2---3--------- E|3-------------------|3------------------- G Em C D E|--3---3---0-0-0-|--0-0-0---2-2-2- B|--3---3---0-0-0-|--1-1-1---3-3-3- G|--0---0---0-0-0-|--0-0-0---2-2-2- D|--0---0---2-2-2-|--2-2-2-0------- A|--2---2---2-2-2-|3--------------- E|3---2---0-------|---------------- Last time I saw him live he was finger picking the song. E-mail me if you want info on this.
From: davidb@efficient.com (David Byboth) Subject: robert_earl_keen, Mariano for Song Archive... Mariano By Robert Earl Keen Jr. From the West Textures CD. Submitted by David Byboth (davidb@efficient.com) Capo up 2 frets to play with record Am F The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano Am F G He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom Am F He says that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato Am G Am Thats two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from this room. I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken spanish He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall Sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is And if when he is gone will he'll remember me at all I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette When the day is ended, I look outside my window There on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette He sits upon a stone in a south-easterly direction I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home I've never been the sort to say I'm in to intuition But I swear I see the faces of the ones he calls his own Their skin is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of expression Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin Innocent as crying from a baby being born They hover around a dying flame and pray for his protection Their prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail He sends them colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper And all his weekly wages, saving nothing for himself It's been a while since I have seen the face of Mariano The border guards they came one day and took him far away I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato I worry though I read there's revolution every day... Guitar: (Steady Travis Pick) hhhh: Sucessive hammer Am F G ---|-1-|-3-| -1-|-1-|---| -2-|-2-|---| -2-|-3-|---| ---|-1-|-2-| ---|-1-|-3-| Intro tab....My first shot at tabbing so I apologize if it's all wrong. Am F Am G Am --|----------------|----------------|----------------|----3-----------| --|------0-1hhhhh--|-----1----------|-----0-1hhhh----|0----0-------0-1| --|---2------------|---2--2---------|---2------------|---0--0----2----| --|--2-------------|--3----3--------|--2-------------|--0-------2-----| --|0-------0-------|----------------|0---------------|--------0------1| --|----------------|1-------1-------|----------------|3---------------| 1 2 3 4 Am F F Am Am G Am --|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| --|-----1--1---1---|1---1-------01h-|----------------|----------------| --|---2------2---2-|--2--2----2-----|----------------|----------------| --|--2------3------|-3-------2------|----------------|----------------| --|0-------3-------|3------0--------|----------------|----------------| --|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| --PART-BOUNDARY=.19505161513.ZM10348.efficient2--
Jesse with the Long Hair... by Robert Earl Keen Jr. Capo at 2nd fret Intro: C Am C Am C Am Jesse took a powder, slicked his long hair back F C C G put a cartridge in his gun and stepped outside his shack, Am F Em F saddled up his buckskin mare and rode off into town. C G C Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Luann fixed her makeup, straightened out her dress, picked up a photograph and held it to her breast. How could she ever love him? He never was around. Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Chorus: F C Flesh and blood it turns to dust F C Scatters in the wind Em F C Love is all that matters in the end Sheriff Paul was sleppin', his hat off in his lap When he got a package that woke him from his nap. He unrolled a poster, couldn't help but frown Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. They had been compadres many years before. Jesse saved his life one time back before the war. Now he was the king of thieves, he wore it like a crown. Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. CHORUS Mr. Brown the banker hid the money in his case. It was time for him to leave this god forsaken place. HIs true love loved the outlaw who hated Mr. Brown That was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Mr. Brown had taken the land that Jesse owned. The banker claimed that Jesse had not repaid his loan. Truth and lies were tangled but when the truth unwound there was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Mr. Brown was all alone when Luann came walking in. She pulled a pistol from her purse and pointed it at him. When the door blew open she turned to look around It was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Mr. Brown grabbed Luann's gun and held it to her head. "I'll blow her to Kingdom Come" is what the banker said. In that fateful moment Jesse stood his ground. Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. CHORUS The bullet that killed Mr. Brown came through th windowpane. It put a hole above one eye and lodged down in his brain. He never saw a puff of smoke, no flash, no fire, no sound. From Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Sheriff Paul was fast asleep, his hat down on his eyes, when he got a letter and much to his suprise a picture of the sweet Luann in her wedding gown and Jesse with the long hair hangin' down. Chorus: Flesh and blood it turns to dust Scatters in the wind Love is all that matters in the end my friend Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET
Date: Tue, 7 Nov 95 14:27:17 CSTFrom: davidb@efficient.com (David Byboth) Subject: Jennifer Johnson & Me (Corrected with proper credit) Jennifer Johnson & Me By F. Koller and S. Silverstein From The Robert Earl Keen Jr. West Textures CD Submitted By David Byboth davidb@efficient.com C F C Deep in the pocket, of an old sport coat jacket C G I chanced to discover an old memory F C Three for a quarter, a black and white portrait C G C Taken of Jennifer Johnson and me I'm in the corner, my shirt collar open Like some Latin lover, on late night TV Smiling right there with her head on my shoulder It's Jennifer Johnson, and she's lookin' at me It must have been summer, Ninteen Sixty Seven The Beatles were singing "Love Is All You Need" I held her hand as we walked through the arcade Two young believers on a three dollar spree CHORUS: F C Three for a quarter a black and white portrait G Jen, close the curtain so no one can see F C Hey kiss me quick, 'cause the red light is flashing C G It's flashing on Jennifer Johnson and Me Waiting on that late night train back to home I felt her warm, in the cool evening breeze Told her I'd probably love her forever Forever for Jennifer Johnson and Me CHORUS: Three for a quarter a black and white portrait Jen, close the curtain so no one can see Hey kiss me quick, 'cause the red light is flashing It's flashing on Jennifer Johnson and Me Three for a quarter a black and white portrait Two young believers on a three dollar spree F C I saved you picture in my sport coat pocket G C Jennifer Johnson, did you save one of me. C G F C Jennifer Johnson, did you save one of me-------------e -- >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< David Byboth - Test Guy Efficient Networks, Inc. email: davidb@efficient.com (214) 991-3884 x 351
From: tbacus@onramp.net I'm Comin' Home by Robert Earl Keen Jr. G D Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain Em C Bought a ticket on a late night train G D Took a taxi through the pourin' rain C D G I'm comin' home to you Flew from Boston out to San Jose Sae our old friends in Monterey Bay When they asked me if I'd like to stay I said I'm comin' home to you Chorus: G D I'm comin' home G C Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do G D Can't love nobody on the telephone C D G I'm comin' home to you They threw a party there from dusk 'till dawn Seems like everybody knows old sleepy John He said next time I better bring you along I'm comin' home to you They had fresh caught salmon on the bareques There were people jammin' all night to the blues Life is good out in Santa Cruz but I'm comin' home to you CHORUS I drove forever out to God knows where Come ten-thirty there was no one there They couldn't pay me but I didn't care I'm comin' home to you I'm feelin' better since I got your card I read it over and over when the road gets hard Ain't nothin' better than your own backyard I'm comin' home to you CHORUS TWICE Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain Bought a ticket on the late night train Took a taxi in the pourin' rain......
From: trey@terminator.tamu.edu (John S Graves) ________________________________________________________________ Front Porch Song by Robert Earl Keen, Jr. and Lyle Lovett from Robert Earl Keen's album No Kinda Dancer >From Trey Graves ( trey@terminator.tamu.edu ) G Em C D G Em This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull C D Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce Texas G Em He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun C D G He's sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done Em Oh no C D He's got them cows and that red top cane This old porch is just a steaming greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions and a' guacomole salad You can get at the La Salle Hotel in old downtown With ice tea and a waitress who will smile everytime Yea she will I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill This old porch is a palace walk-in on the main stream Texas It ain't ever seen or heard the day of G & R and X's With the '62 poster that's almost faded down And a screen with out a picture since Giant came to town Oh no, I love them junior mints and them red hots, too Yes I do, oh yea, and old movie pictures This old porch is just a weathered gray hair seventy years of Texas He's doing all he can not to give in to the city And he always takes the rent late so long as I run his cattle He picks me up at dinner time I listen to him rattle He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along There ain't ever been no cane to grind the cotton's all but gone And you know this Chevrolet pickup she was something back in '60 Now there ain't nobody listen to him cause they all think he's crazy This old porch is just a long time waitin' and forgetin' And remembering the coming back not crying 'bout the leavin' And rememberin' and the falling down and the laughter and the curse of luck from all of those son's of bitches Who said we'd never get back up This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull Standin' under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun He's sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done Oh no I've known a whole lot of old bulls in my life and there work is never done First solo, adapted for guitar (mandolin on the album) begins at " and old movie pictures" There's another solo I will tab if anybody's interested. s:slide G Em C --------------|-------------------------|-------------15-17-15-20-17-15- --------------|-------------------12-15-|13-----15-17------------------- --16-14-12-15-|14-12---------12-14------|------------------------------- --------------|------14----14-----------|------------------------------- --------------|-------------------------|------------------------------- --------------|-------------------------|------------------------------- *little puase, come in on down beat D *17-15-|--17-15----------------------------------------- -------|17------17-15---14------------------------------ -------|--------------16---16-14----------------14-16--- -------|-------------------------16----14-16-17--------- -------|----------------------------17------------------ -------|------------------------------------------------ G Em |---------------------------------------------|---------------- |-15---15-------15----------------------------|---------------- |----16---16-14---16-14---16-14-------12---12-|---------------- |-----------------------17------17-14----12---|16-14-12---14--- |---------------------------------------------|---------14----- |---------------------------------------------|---------------- C -----------------------------|----------------15-17-15-(17)s20-- -----------------------------|13---13---15s17------------------- -----------------12---12--12-|---------------------------------- -12--12-14-12-14---14---14---|---------------------------------- ---14------------------------|---------------------------------- -----------------------------|---------------------------------- D G -17-|20----------------------------------------------|----------- ----|---17-18s19-17-15-------------------------------|----------- ----|-------------------16-14---16-14----------------|----------- ----|-------------------------16------16-14-16-14-16-|17--------- ----|------------------------------------------------|----------- ----|------------------------------------------------|----------- From: tbacus@onramp.net The Front Porch Song by Robert Earl Keen Jr. and Lyle Lovett G Em C D E|------3---3---3|------0---0---0|------0---0---0|------2---2---2---3| B|------3---3---3|------0---0---0|------1---1---1|------3---3---3---3| G|------0---0---0|------0---0---0|------0---0---0|------2---2---2---0| D|------0---0---0|------2---2---2|------2---2---2|2-1-0-----0---0---0| A|------2---2---2|--------2-----2|0-2-3-----3-3--|--------3---2---0--| E|0-2-3---3---3--|3-2-0-------0--|--------3------|-------------------| G Em This old porch is a big ol' red and white Herford bull C D Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas G Em He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun C D G Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done Em C D Oh no, With those cows and a red top cane This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions ans a guacamole salad You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown With ice tea and a waitress who will smile every time Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill This old porch is a palace walk in on a main street in Texas It ain't never seen or heard the days of G's and R's and X's and that '62 poster that's almost faded down and a screen without a picture since Giant came to town Oh no, I like those junior mints and the red hots too, yes I do BREAK This old porch is like a weathered grey haired seventy years of Texas who's doin' all he can not to give in to the city and he always takes my rent late so long as I run his cattle he pickes me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle he says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along there's never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone you know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60 but now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving and remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck from all those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up This old porch is a big old red and white Herford bull standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce he keep's on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun he's sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done I've know a whole lot of bulls in my time, and there work is never done.
From: davidb@efficient.com (David Byboth) The Five Pound Bass By Robert Earl Keen Jr. >From the West Textures CD E Up this morning Before the sun Bm Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun E Jumped in my pickup A gave her the gas E Bm E I'm goin' out to catch a five pound bass Down by the lake side Just off the ramp All them people sleeping in their fising camp Some out in the pup tents Some out on the grass They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound bass Bridge: A The early birdie always gets his worm E Me I always get my wish A When you're talking 'bout that five pound bass son E Bm The early wormy gets the fish Jumped in my john boat I stow my gear I fire her up and when I am in the clear I sail across that water As smooth as glass Ready here I come you five pound bass Guitar..... I find a perfect spot Some old dead trees Back in a canyon where you cain't feel no breeze I tie my lure I make my cast It's breakfast time you five pound bass That old sun is rising That water is clear I watch my lure as it's flying through the air I see a ripple...... I hear a splash..... Lord have mercy, It's a five pound bass.. Spoken: That's a five pound bass son... Aw it's big as a god damned baby... --PART-BOUNDARY=.19505021353.ZM26259.efficient2--
From: Trey Graves <JSG9328@ACS.TAMU.EDU>Swervin' in My Lane by Robert Earl Keen, Jr. from No Kinda Dancer >From Trey Graves ( trey@silly.tamu.edu ) (Please let me know if you find the tab for the solo useful. If so I will do it more often.) G G A G G A A D A Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing A E A 'Cause sometimes all my days are filled with rain A D As I travel down life's higway, things ain't going my way A E A 'Cause there's always someone swervin in my lane A D A You keep a swervin' in my lane and it's causing' lots of danger E A I'm a honkin' on my horn, I'm a shooting you the finger D A I keep a switchin' on my bright lights, but your just too dim to know A E A When your swervin' on life's highway, your running someone off the road The day you drove away I thought I never Could love another. How else could I feel? But now when you run into me, I cain't believe I could not see Your all tanked up, but no ones at the wheel You keep a swervin' in my lane and it's causin' lots of danger I'm a cussin' out your name, I'm a shooting you the finger I keep a switchin' on my bright lights, but your just too dimm to know When your swervin' on life's highway, your running someone off the road When and if I ever finally pass you Oh when I do and if I'm still alive I want never see you, cause I'm ripping out my rearview And I'm shifting it on in to overdrive But your still swervin' in my lane and it's causin' lots of danger I'm a stompin' on the foot feed, I'm a shooting you the finger I keep a switchin' on my bright lights, but your just too dimm to know When your swervin' on life's highway, your running someone off the road G G A Guitar Solo: r: release b:bend s:slide h:hammer on p:pull off --------------------------|------------5-7-5-|7b(9)r7-5----12|-12b(14)r- --------------------------|-----5--5s7-------|---------------|---------- -------------2---2-4-2-4- |4s-6--------------|---------------|---------- --------2-4----4----------|------------------|---------------|---------- --2s4-------------------- |------------------|---------------|---------- --------------------------|------------------|---------------|---------- -12-----10--9h10p9---------|--------------- 12------------------- --------------------10-----|------10-12b(14)---(14)r12-10-------- -------------------------11|-9h11-------------------------------- ---------------------------|------------------------------------- ---------------------------|------------------------------------- ---------------------------|------------------------------------- |--0-------------------------|---------------------------|-------------|---- |----------------------------|---------------------------|-------------|---- |--4b(6)--r4b(6)--(6)r-2-----|---------------------------|-------------|-2-- |------------------------4-2-|4b(5)r--4b(5)r-4-2---------|--------2-4-2|---- |----------------------------|--------------------2b(3)r-|0--2s4-------|---- |----------------------------|---------------------------|-------------|----
From: tbacus@onramp.net Sonora's Death Row by Robert Earl Keen Jr. Capo at 3rd fret C Am F C Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night C Am F C Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight F C F G Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O C Am F C Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's death row Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't there Break: I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's again Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my side I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside the wall The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row
From: tbacus@onramp.netSing One for Sisiter by Robert Earl Keen Jr. D A7 G A7 D Summer Sunday evenings around the old homeplace G D A7 I would play my guitar sister'd sing along D A7 G A7 D Sister's smile would always light up my daddy's face G D A7 D When they'd get to dancing, they'd dance all night 'till dawn CHORUS: G D I would sing one for sister G D Play for Papa G D Moan one for Mama A7 D and I'd cry one for you Mama liked the slow one's. She'd shuffle 'cross the floor Sister liked the fast one's Lord she could step so high I could see my Daddy dancing "til he could dance no more When I'd play a sad song you would start to cry Chorus: Break: Now its just me and this old guitar I've no place to call my own Mama and Papa have passed away, sister's settled down You ran off and left me to live here all alone Now all I play is sad old songs since your leavin' town Chorus (X2):