home
***
CD-ROM
|
disk
|
FTP
|
other
***
search
/
Die ultimative Songtext
/
SONGTEXTE VOL. 1.ISO
/
SONGTEXTE NACH INTERPRET
/
M
/
MARY CHAPIN CARPENTER
/
a_lot_like_me.crd
< prev
next >
Wrap
Text File
|
1996-07-08
|
5KB
|
100 lines
#----------------------------------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. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
#
Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab,rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature
Path: news.ttu.edu!newshost.lanl.gov!ncar!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!news.cac.psu.edu!news.pop.psu.edu!hudson.lm.com!godot.cc.duq.edu!news.duke.edu!eff!news.kei.com!newshost.marcam.com!zip.eecs.umich.edu!umn.edu!maroon.tc.umn.edu!schn0170
From: schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu (Adam Schneider)
Subject: CRD: "A Lot Like Me" (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
Message-ID: <schn0170.790450025@maroon.tc.umn.edu>
Sender: news@news.cis.umn.edu (Usenet News Administration)
Nntp-Posting-Host: maroon.tc.umn.edu
Organization: University of Minnesota, Twin Cities
Date: Wed, 18 Jan 1995 17:27:05 GMT
Lines: 82
Xref: news.ttu.edu alt.guitar.tab:25555 rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature:28618
A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
-------------------------------------
[Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two
chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]
C C F F G G C G C C F F G G C G
[intro]
C C F F
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
Dm G C G
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
C Em F F
And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night
Dm G F - G C G
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
C C F F
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
Dm G C G
I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
C Em F F
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot
Dm G F - G C
In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
F G
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
C - Em F
With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Dm G C - Em F
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
C Em/B Am - G F
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Dm G F - G
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
C C F F G G C G
(me) [instrumental]
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
C C F F G G C G C Em F F Dm G F-G C
[violin solo] [harmonica solo]
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Dm G F - G Am
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Dm G F - G
Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
C C F F G G C C.
(me) [instrumental]
==-=--=---=----=-----=-------=---------=---------=-------=-----=----=---=--=-==
Adam Schneider schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu Minneapolis, MN
Mail me if you want guitar chords for Mary-Chapin Carpenter,
Indigo Girls, Suzanne Vega, Lucinda Williams, etc.
==-=--=---=----=-----=-------=---------=---------=-------=-----=----=---=--=-==