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How Things Will Be
02:23
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How Things Will Be
© 2009 by R. Bowdon
Gonna hit the road / gonna hit the highway
Headed toward I don’t know where
got some cash but I need some courage
Ain’t no one says it’s fair
Gonna step into that all night diner
eat my grits with a greasy spoon
I’m grindin gears and I'm burnin daylight
shootin’ past the moon
Gonna turn some gas / on into speed walk up
You don’t ever know / how things will be
Well now’s my chance to take up smoking
it’s a perfect time to drink and drive
Everybody’s got to die of something / keeping me alive
Ain’t nothing safe / ain’t nothing free walk up
You don’t ever know / how things will be
So hand me down my silver plated / automatic carbine gun
Just in case there may be trouble / in case there may be fun
You got to be prepared / you got to wait and see walk up
You don’t ever know / how things will be
Gonna hit the road / gonna hit the highway
Headed toward I don’t know where.....
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2. |
This Heart of Mine
03:34
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I'm Blue
03:54
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I’m Blue
© 2009 by R. Bowdon
Key of A, 12 bar blues
A7
I’m blue … o o ooo. If you were me you would be too
D7
Listen what I’m telling you / I’m blue ….
A7
Please believe me when I say I’m blue blue blue
E7
When I die it won’t be long
D7 A7
I know you’ll forget this song / I’m blue ….
I’m sad aaaad. When I think of what we had
Darlin’ girl it drives me mad / I’m sad ….
Please believe me when I say I’m sad sad sad
Only God knows how I feel
I swear to God this pain is real / I’m sad ….
I’m gone gone gone gone gone. Put me in your deepest freeze
Cool me down to ten degrees / I’m gone ….
Please believe me when I say I’m gone gone gone
Tie that tag around my toe
Put me in the ground so slow / I’m gone ….
I said When I die and it won’t be long
I’m sure you’ll forget this song / I’m blue ….
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Free Will Blues
03:36
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Free Will Blues
by Nick Johnson
key of D
D C G D
Saw the lady evangelist / talking on T V
D C G D
Saying God's got plans / for you and me
D C G D
I said we ain't robots baby / we got minds
D C G D
But it's a sin / if we don't use 'em right
If you can't handle money / If you can't handle love
Why don't you give them to Jesus / he'll take care of ya
He got more love than you or me have ever seen
But it's for saint and sinner only / not for those in between
Chorus
D G D G
I got the free will blues / know what I'm gonna do
D G
I'm gonna go to the riverside
A D
Jump right in and drown
Well he knows we ain't perfect / but he knows we try
He said we should prepare ourselves for paradise
But can we trust him to tell us all he knows
If he don't want to, he don't have to
Well you got them pearly gates / you got Satan's welcome mat
Brother you can go this way, yeah, or you can go there
Ain't no middle ground, you got to choose
Don't you stop to sing those free will blues
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6. |
The Thrill is Gone
05:06
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Four July Parade
03:50
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Four July Parade
© 2006 by R. Bowdon
KEY of D
G D
Two bits won't buy a paradigm of virtue any more
A A7 D D7
But virtue is it's own reward so I'll get up off the floor
G D Ebdim
And rise to heights not seen before last Tuesday afternoon
E E7 A A7
When ol' Cupid caught me staring at the moon
Chorus:
G D
Like a four July parade, like a hammock in the shade
A A7 D D7
While sucking down a straw full of that homemade lemonade
G D Ebdim
I can't hold it all inside, I can't hope to try to hide
A A7 G D D7
That old feeling when you lay down by my side
This old guitar is made of wood, its strings are wound with steel
The chords go 'round from C to C like the turning of a wheel
You can't win it playing poker, you can't take it to the bank
You can't get nowhere by struttin', pulling rank
Like a four July parade, like a moonlight serenade
Like a triple stack of buttermilks with orange marmalade
I can't hold it all inside, I can't hope to try to hide
That old feeling when you lay down by my side
I know life with me it may not be a picnic every day
But legs just need to reach the ground to be long enough they say
I'm still in love with you, anybody says I ain't, they lie
Just watch me turn on back to you tonight
Like a four July parade, like a cabin in the glade
While the morning sun is shining on those children that we made
I can't hold it all inside, I can't hope to try to hide
That old feeling when you lay down by my side
repeat first chorus
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8. |
Bears
03:07
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9. |
Layla
04:44
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10. |
No Time to Kill
03:51
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