The Lost Sheep setlist

7/27/2019 The Lost Sheep setlist

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That Lucky Old Sun (C) 29Teenage Wedding 30The hand that changed its mind (Gm) 31

These boots were made for Walkin (E) 33Trouble in mind (Blues in B flat) 34Welcome To The Club (Blues in Cm) 35What would I do without you? (c) 36When my blue moon turns to gold again (C) 37Whole Lotta Shakin Goin' On (Blues in C) 38

Worried life Blues (Blues in C) 39You win again (Blues in F) 40Your Hillbilly Music Is Buggin Me. F 41


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A clear new glass (Dm)

Dm Dm Dm Dm Gm Gmm Dm A DmA clear new glassA little dash of vodkaA touch of classThen perhaps anotherThe smallest sipCan sink the biggest shipSo beware! The white Russian bear.

A friend or two,Gather round a table

A glass or two,A white bear on the labelStarting slowLooking for the glowBut beware! The white Russian bear.

The time is pastTo care about tomorrow,So raise your glassRepairing all your sorrowsDrink without care

Drink if you dareBut Beware! The white Russian bear!

Slainte, Skol, Slanja, skolGezondheid y Gayola Gezoondhide ee gayolaSlainte Skaal Slanje skaalPod stolom Uvid-imsja Pod shtolum oolvid-imsja

Prost! Salud Prost! SalooPura vide, Lachaiem Pura veeda Lachi-emSalut, y amor, Chin chin Salu, ee amoray, chin-chin

Chorus(C)The night is done(Dm)The bear has won(C)You lay your head(F)Upon on your bed(Bb)Sleep the sleep(Dm)Of winter deepThe sleep of the (A7)white Russian (Dm)bear


4/41

Cow Cow Boogie (Blues in G) (C Moothie)

Out on the plains, down in Santa FayI met a cowboy riding the range one day,And as he jogged along,I heard him singingA most peculiar cowboy song,It was a ditty, he heard in the cityCom-i-ta-ya-ya-yay, Com-i-ta-yip-te-ya-yay.

Singing his cowboy song, he's just too muchHe's got a knocked-out western accent-With a Harlem touch

He was raised on Loco-weed,He's what you call a swing- half breedSinging his cow-cow boogie, in the strangest wayCom-i-ta-ya-ya-yay, Com-i-ta-yip-te-ya-yay.

Break Moothies.Break - Cliff

Singing his cowboy song, he's just too muchHe's got a knocked-out western accent-With a Harlem touchHe was raised on Loco-weed,He's what you call a swing- half breedSinging his cow-cow boogie, in the strangest wayCom-i-ta-ya-ya-yay, Com-i-ta-yip-te-ya-yay.


5/41

Cherchez la Femme (Am)

Am G G7 FAm G G7 FAm G/B C F EAm E Am-E -A

Late at night as the red wine flows,The price is right, but never disclosed,And out of sight, shes stealing the show,Cherchez la femme!

Just a look and the turn of a heel,Youre on the hook and shes winding the reel,She wrote the book and shes closing the dealCherchez la femme!

A game of chess, played by a queenShes the best youve ever seenYour distress is her caffeineShes the cream

She holds the cards and makes all the rulesYou play the game and she plays it coolShe knows the game is only played by foolsCherchez la femme!

- solos- Mad Dog- Tommo

You played and lost all you hadThats the cost of her latest fad

And losing her will drive you madShes so bad!

Towards the flame, the moth will flyThe silken web will capture the flyAnd all thats left is the sound of the cry -Cherchez la femme! (this last line higher & stronger)


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Crawdad song C

Cx6G - G C C7 F-F7 - C-G-CYou get a line and I'll get a pole, Baby (x3)We'll go fishin' in the crawdad hole,Honey, Baby mine.

Sittin' on the bank 'til my feet get cold, Baby, (x3)Lookin' down that crawdad hole,Honey, Baby mine.

Donald solo then straight into Tommo solo

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, Baby (x3),Packin' all the crawdads he can pack,Honey, Baby mine.

Cliff solo

The man fell down and he broke that sack, Baby, (x3)See those crawdads starin back,Honey, Baby mine.

Mike solo

Well, I heard the duck say to the drake, Baby, (x3)There ain't no crawdads in this lake,Honey, Baby mine.

Includes drum solo


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Deep Ellem blues (Blues in D)When you go down to Deep Ellem,Keep your money in your shoes.

Cos the women in deep EllenGives you Deep Ellem blues.Hey now Momma,Daddys got them Deep Ellem blues.Tell your brothers and your sistersDaddys got them Deep Ellem blues.

When you go down to Deep EllemYoure on a one way track.You can take your money with you,But youll never take it back,

Hey now Momma,Daddys got them Deep Ellem blues.Tell your brothers and your sistersDaddys got them Deep Ellem blues.

Piano Solo

When you go down to Deep Ellem,Keep your money in your socks.Cos the women in Deep EllemPut a man out on the rocksHey now Momma,Daddys got them Deep Ellem blues.Tell your brothers and your sistersDaddys got them Deep Ellem blues.

2ndpiano solo (quieter)

When you go down to Deep EllemYoure on a one way track.You can take your money with you,

But youll never take it back,Hey now Momma,Daddys got them Deep Ellem blues.Tell your brothers and your sistersDaddys got them Deep Ellem blues.

Finish last line x3


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Don't Get Me Wrong (C)

Don't get me wrongIf I'm looking kind of dazzledI see neon lightsWhenever you walk by

Don't get me wrongIf you say "Hello" and I take a rideUpon a sea where the mystic moonIs playing havoc with the tide

Dm] Once in a[G7]while[Dm] Two people meet [G7][Dm] Seemingly for no [G7] reasonThey just [Dm] pass on the [G7]street[Dm] Suddenly [G7] thunder,showers ev[G7]rywhereWho can ex[G7]plain the thunderand [G7] rainBut there's something [G] in the air

Don't get me wrongIf I'm acting so distractedI'm thinking about the fireworksThat go off when you smile

Don't get me wrongIf I split like light refractedI'm only off to wander (short to G)Across a moonlit mile

[Dm] Once in a[G7]while[Dm] Two people meet [G7][Dm] Seemingly for no [G7] reasonThey just [Dm] pass on the [G7]street[Dm] Suddenly [G7] thunder,showers ev[G7]rywhereWho can ex[G7]plain the thunderand [G7] rainBut there's something [G] in the air

(quieter)

Don't get me wrongIf I come and go like fashionI might be great tomorrowBut hopeless yesterday

Don't get me wrongIf I fall in the 'mode of passion'It might be unbelievableBut let's not say "So long" (Am)

It might just be fantasticDon't get me (G chord up)wrong(C blues run down)


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Fisherman's blues

G F Am CI wish I was a fishermantumblin' on the seasFar away from dry landand its bitter memoriesCasting out my sweet linewith abandonment and loveNo ceiling bearin' down on meSave the starry sky aboveWith light in my head

you in my armsWoo!

I wish I was the brakemanon a hurtlin' fevered trainCrashing a-headlong into the heartlandlike a cannon in the rainWith the beating of the sleepersand the burnin' of the coalCounting the towns flashing by

in a night that's full of soulWith light in my headyou in my armsWoo!

Tomorrow I will be loosenedfrom bonds that hold me fastThat the chains all hung around mewill fall away at lastAnd on that fine and fateful day

I will take thee in my handsI will ride on the trainI will be the fishermanWith light in my headyou in my arms

Light in my headYou in my arms (repeat)


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Goodnight Irene (G)

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnightGoodnight Irene, goodnight IreneI'll see you in my dreams

Last saturday night I got marriedMe and my love settled downNow me and my love are partedI'm gonna take another stroll downtown

Chorus

Sometimes I live in the countrySometimes I live in the townSometimes I have a great notionTo jump In the river and drown

Chorus

Ramblin' stop your gamblin'Stop stayin' out late at nightGo home to your wife and your familySit down by the fireside bright

Chorus


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Great Balls Of Fire (blues in C)

[This 1stverse slow & use rattle]

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brains,Too much love drives a woman insane,You broke my will!But what a thrill!!Goodness! Gracious! Great Balls Of Fire!!

[Long wait & then FAST]

I laughed at love cos I thought it was funny,

You came along and changed me honey!You changed my mind!This love is fine!Goodness! Gracious! Great Balls Of Fire!

CHORUS:Kiss me Baby!Mmmmm - Feels Good!Hold me Baby!I want to love you like a lov-er should.You fine!So Kind!Got to tell this world that you 're Mine! Mine! Mine!

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs,I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun,Come on baby, drive me crazy,Goodness! Gracious! Great Balls of Fire!

Instrumentals & stuff

CHORUS

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs,I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun,Come on baby, drive me crazy,Goodness! Gracious! Great Balls of Fire!


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Hand Me Down My Walking Cane F

F C C F Bb F F C FHand me down my walking cane x3Im leaving on the midnight train,All my sins are washed away

Hand me down my walking shoes x3Im gonna walk away my blues,All my sins are washed away.

Cliffs solo

Hand me down my walking cane x3Im leaving on the midnight train,All my sins are washed away

Hand me down my walking shoes x3Im gonna walk away my blues,All my sins are washed away,All my sins are washed away,All my sins are washed away.

Finish last line x3


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High heeled sneakers Blues in F

Put on your red dress baby 'cause we're going out tonightPut on your red dress baby 'cause we're going out tonightWear your boxing gloves in case some fool might wanna fight

Put on your high heeled sneakers and put your wig hat on your headPut on your high heeled sneakers and put your wig hat on your headMay not win a prize, I'm pretty sure you're gonna knock them dead

Put on your red dress baby 'cause we're going out tonightPut on your red dress baby 'cause we're going out tonightWear your boxing gloves in case some fool might wanna fight


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Keep that business to yourself (Blues in G)

(You gotta) do me a favour -Keep that business to yourself,(You gotta) do me a favour -Keep that business to yourself,Don't talk to anybody,Don't you tell nobody else.

2. (Repeat first verse)

I got a husband, you got a wife,

If you start talking you're gonna mess up my life,So, baby,Keep that business to yourself,Don't talk to anybody,Don't you tell nobody else.

Sax Instrumental

Don't tell your Sister! Don't tell your Brother!

Don't tell your Father! Don't mention it to yourMother!!Please ba-by.Keep that business to yourself,Don't talk to nobody -Don't tell nobody else.

Piano solo

REPEAT LAST VERSE.

Finish last line x3


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Johnny B. Goode (Blues in G)

(Cliffs introduction, join in on C)

Way down Louisiana, close to New Orleans,Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,There was a log cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode,He never ever learned to read and write so well,But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell

GO Johnny GO! Etc.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunning sack,Way back up in the woods by the railroad track,'Engineer blew his whistle every day,MY! How those country people would sway,You never ever saw such a sight,So Johnny play it good tonight!

Chorus...

His Mama said some day you will be a man,And you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people comin from miles around,To hear you play your music when the sun goes down,Some day, son, your name will be in lightsSaying "Johnny B Goode Tonight!"

ChorusFinish last line x3


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Josephine (Blues in G)

Hello Josephine

How do you do?Do you remember me babyLike I remember you?You used to laugh at meAnd holler "hoo hoo hoo"

I used to walk you homeI used to hold your handYou used to use my umbrellaEvery time it rainedYou'd cry so much

It was a dog gone shame

Solos etc.

You used to shake it over yonder,By the railroad track,When it rained you couldn't walk,I used to tote you on my back,Now it's a crying shame,It had to be like that.

Finish last lines x3


17/41

Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon (Am)

Dm C F CA (-G-F-E-) Dm

Dm C F C

A (-G-F-E-) Dm

D7 G7 C7 F A7

Dm G7 D7 G7 (C7?)F A7 D (-C-B-Bb-)

A (-G-F-) E

The taxman's taken all my dough

And left me in my stately home

Lazin' on a sunny afternoon

And I can't sail my yacht

He's taken everything I've got

All I've got's this sunny afternoon

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze

I got a big fat mama tryin' to break me

And I love to live so pleasantly

Live this life of luxury

Lazin' on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime

My girlfriend's run off with my car

And gone back to her ma and paTellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty

Now I'm sittin' here

Sippin' at my ice-cooled beer

All I've got's this sunny afternoon

Help me, help me, help me sail away

Or give me two good reasons why I oughta stay

'Cause I love to live so pleasantly

Live this life of luxury

Lazin' on a sunny afternoonIn the summertime


18/41

Lonesome midnight Waltz instrumental

One complete verse is:

Dm//dm//c//dm//dm//dm//g//a//Dm//dm//c//dm//c//c//f//f//

Bb//Bb//f//f//g//gh//c//c//Dm//dm//c//dm//c//c//f//f//


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Love me Like A Man E

The men that I've been seeing

Well they got their soul up on a shelfYou know they could never love meCuz they can't even love themselves

But I want someone to love meBaby I want one to understandWon't put himself above meWho can love me like a man

I never seen such losersEven though I triedFind a mind to take me home instead ofTaking me for a ride

Baby, I use someone to careBelieve it when I tell you darlin'You can love me like a man

Oh they want me to rock themLike my back ain't got no boneI want a man whose gonna rock meLike my backbone was his own

Baby, I want to wait until you canBelieve it when I tell you darlin'You can love me like a man

Come home sad and lonelyFeel like I wanna cryCome over here and hold me babyAnd don't ever ask the reason whyI said I, I want a loverWon't have to work to understand


20/41

MOJO (Blues in E)I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on youI got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you

I wanna love you so bad, child, but i don't know what to do

I'm going down to Louisiana, gonna get me a mojo handGoing down to Louisiana, gonna get me a mojo hand.Gonna have all you women under my command.

Got my mojo workin'!(Got my mojo workin'!)


Got my mojo workin'!

(Got my mojo workin'!)Got my mojo workin'!

(Got my mojo workin'!)Got my mojo workin', but it just don't work on you!

I got a Gypsy woman giving me advice.I got a Gypsy woman giving me advice.I got a whole lot of trickskeeping our love on ice





Got my mojo workin', but it just don't work on you!
http://www.luckymojo.com/layingtricks.htmlhttp://www.luckymojo.com/layingtricks.html


21/41

Money (Blues in DM)

The best thingsIn life are freeBut you can keep themFor the birds and beesGive me money(That's what I want)That's what I want(That's what I want)That's what I want, yeahThat's what I want

Your lovin' give me a thrillBut your lovin'

Don't pay my billsGive me money(That's what I want)That's what I want(That's what I want)That's what I want, yeahThat's what I want

[Tommo Solo]

Money don't buyEverything, it's true

But what it don't getI can't useGive me money(That's what I want)

Lots of money(That's what I want)That's what I want, yeahThat's what I want

[Cliff solo]

Give me money

(That's what I want)Lots of money(That's what I want)Just give me some money(That's what I want)A whole lotta money(That's what I want)That's what I want, yeahThat's what I want


22/41

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. C

C E A Dm A Dm A F F#dim C A D

G

Once I lived the life of a millionaireSpending my money, with never a careTakin' all my friends out for a good timeDrinkin' high-priced liquor, champagne and wine;Then I began to fall so low;Didn't have a friend, and no place to go

If I ever get my hands on a dollar againI'm gonna squeeze it, until the eagle grins, cause

Nobody knows you when you're down and out.In your pocket, not one pennyAnd your friends -- you find you haven't any.But as soon as you get back on your feet againEverybody wants to be your long-lost friendIt's might strange, without a doubtNobody knows you when you're down and out.


23/41

Old Black Joe (C)

C F C

C F GC F CG F CC G C

ChorusF C D G

Im coming home, Im coming home,For my head is bended low,I hear those gentle voices calling,Old Black Joe

Repeat 1stverse.

Chorus:Home, where my Father is waiting for me,Home, where are my friends, are calling to me.

Verse


24/41

Ou Est La Whiskey? (C)

Bonjour, Mesdames & Messieurs,Alors, Ce soir por votre pleasire, nous avons la band premiere de la Boogie WoogieVoila! - le Shithouse Corner Band!!

Ou Est La Whiskey? (Where is the w)

Ou Est La Whiskey?Je Voudrez La Whiskey. (I want whisky)

Alors! La Whiskey! (Now! Whisky!)JAdore La Whiskey! (I love whisky!)Encore! La Whiskey! (Again! Whisky)

Cliffs solo

Avez vous La Whiskey. (have you whisky)Avez vous La Whiskey.

Jaime beaucoup La Whiskey? (I greatly love whisky)

Encore Un fois la Whiskey, (again! Whisky)Donnez Moi La Whiskey! (Give me whisky)Ooh la la, La Whiskey. (ooh! La la)

Colins solo

Encore Un fois la Whiskey,Donnez Moi La Whiskey!Ooh la la, La Whiskey.

Alors! La Whiskey!JAdore La Whiskey!Encore! La Whiskey!


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Petes caravan window (Em)At the corner of the streetAt the end of our roadLives a man called PeteIn a small abode

A very nice manIn a white caravan

And he livesDown our road.Hes always got a smile

Anytime of the day(pause) Its a whileSince his hair turned greyBut hes happy with himself

And his caravan waysAnd he livesDown our way.

Chorus

Petes caravan windowLittle window in his home,Petes caravan window

Its a window to his soul,Petes caravan windowIn his small abodePetes caravan window

At the end of our road

He fought in the occasionOf world war twoWhen he joined the Foreign LegionFor something to doBut he caught one in the region

Of his Waterloo(pause) Au-revoir,

Adieu

He married the nurseWhen he got back homeFor better or worseBut unbeknownShe wasnt averse

And she wasnt aloneHe was better offOn his own.

Chorus

He started selling vansWith a man he knewButparted with the manWhen theplan fell throughSo he tarted upa van

And with little adoAu Revoir

Adieu

Off he spedWith a caravan in tow

At least it had a bedBut he didnt really know

What lay aheadOr where he would goBut he was happyOn the road

Chorus

With his caravan he wheeledAs he drove through the nightHeparked in a field

And he saw the lightLife started to appeal

And to his delight

Everything feltJust right.

He made anotherplanDown our way

And moved the caravanDown to stayThats how it all began

And from that dayHes liveddown our way.

Chorus

G - Em - G - DG - Em - Am D - Em

ENDING

Am D G, F F# - G


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Rawhide (AM)Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' (4x) Rawhide

Am C

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin', though the streams are

swollenkeep them doggies rollin', Rawhide!

Am G Am

Rain and wind and weather, hell bent for leather,

G F E

wishin' my gal was by my side.

Am G

Am

All the things I'm missin', good viddies, love and

kissin',

G Am G Am

are waitin' at the end of my ride.

CHORUS

Am

Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em

on,

Emove 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide!

Am

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, cut 'em

out,

F EAm

cut 'em out, ride 'em in, Rawhide!

keep movin' movin' movin',

though they are disapprovin'Keep them doggies movin', Rawhide!

Don't try to understand them, just rope, throw and

brand 'em,

soon we'll be livin' high and wide.

My heart's calculatin',

my true love will be waitin',

waitin' at the end of my ride.

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' (4x) Rawhide


27/41

Sunday morning St Denis (Am)

Am Dm E

autumn was waiting in the streets

blown by the cold wind from the riveryou hear the whisper at your feetonly the hunger lasts forever

a flight of pigeons filled the airand I was queen of all Parisoh but what beauty could compareto Sunday morning St Denis

first comes the working class of lovethat keeps its pride with its indifferencethe black girls hear some secret dub

and toss their laughter to the distancefirst comes the white meat yawning stilladjusting strap and lingerieshe shakes her perm against the chill,.of winterSunday morning St Denis

and the bells ring

and god who's also tarted upand plagued by the lonely the drunk and the pompousthe echo in the sacred heartwill feel the winter with these daughters

and share with them the wounds of lovepimp and goose pimple equallythe sparrow numbered with the doveSunday morning St Denis

and the bells ring

autumn was waiting in the streetsfor me blown by the cold wind from the riveryou hear the whisper at your feet, cherie,only the hunger lasts foreverand we must earn our daily breadand what we should be giving free

we come to buy and sell insteadSunday morning St Denisoh and what we should be giving freewe buy and sell insteadSunday morning St Denis


28/41

St. James Infirmary Blues (Am)

Am Dm Am Am Dem E Am Dm Am F E Am

I went down to Old Joes Bar Room

at the corner of the Square,The drinks were being served as usual,And the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood old Joe MckinleyHis eyes were blood-shot red,He told me his sad story,And these. are the words.. that he ..said..

I went down to St. James Infirmary,See my baby there; Stretched out on a long, white table,So sweet, so cold, so fair.

Let him go, let him go, God bless him,Wherever he may be,He could search this wide world over,But hell never find a love like me.

SOLO

Sixteen coal-black horsesDrew him down the track,Five long miles to the Graveyard,And he aint coming back.

Folks, now that you have heard my story,Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;

If anyone should ask you,(Tell 'em I've got those) St. James Infirmary blues.


29/41

That Lucky Old Sun (C)

C Am C F C F F#dim C-Am C G C

Chorus: C E F C G C C E F C DG..

Up in the morning,Out to my job,Work like a devil for my pay,While that lucky old Sun,Gets nothing to do,But roll around Heaven all day.

Toil for my (woman)Sweat for my kids,Work till Im wrinkled and grey,While that lucky old Sun,Gets nothing to do,But roll around Heaven all day.

Good Lord above,Cant you see that Im pining?Tears are in my eyes,Send down that cloud with the silver lining,Take me on up to paradise,

Show me the river,Take me across,Wash all my troubles away,While that lucky old Sun,Gets nothing to do,But roll around Heaven all day. (x2 finish)

(repeat chorus & last verse)


30/41

Teenage Wedding

G and D

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well,

You could see that Pierre did truly love the little Mademoiselle,And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bellC'est la vie said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished up an apartment with the furniture from a sale,The Coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and Ginger ale,And when Pierre found work the little money coming in worked wellC'est la vie said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They Bought a hi-fi phone and Boy! did they let it blast,700 little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz,But when the sun came down, the rapid tempo of the music fell,C'est la vie said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

Piano Instrumental.

They bought a souped up Chevvy, 'was a cherry-red '53,

And drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary,It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle,C'est la vie said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well,You could see that Pierre did truly love the little Mademoiselle,And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bellC'est la vie said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

Sax Instrumental

Repeat 5.

Finish last line x3


31/41

The hand that changed its mind (Gm)

I got a hand but my hand has changed its mind,I got a hand but my hand has changed its mind,Was not sick, was not drunk, just dissatisfied

Ive got a mind to fold the hand that Im holdin tonightIve got a mind to fold the hand that Im holdin tonightThis ol hand changed its mind, just dissatisfied

Mmmmmmmmm dissatisfactionCau-au-au-au-au-sed this reactionThis ol hand changed its mind, just dissatisfied..

Repeat verses


32/41

The House of the Rising Sun. (Gospel style)

C C C G C F F C C G C

There is a house in New Orleans,

They call the Rising Sun,It's been the ruin of many poor girls,And me, 0 Lord, I'm one.

Go tell my baby sister,Never do what I have done,Tell her shun that house in New Orleans,They call the Rising Sun.

My mother was a Tailor,She sewed my new blue jeans,

My Father was a gambling man,Down in New Orleans.

Sax SoloPiano Solo

The only thing a drunkard wantsIs a suitcase and a bunk,And the only thing they're satisfied,Is when they're blind and drunk.

(Quietly...)One foot on the platformThe other an the train,I'm going back to New Orleans,To wear that ball and chain.

(Even quieter...)I'm going back to New Orleans,My race is almost run,I'm going to spend the rest of my days,At the house of the Rising Sun.

(Give it Laldy...!!!)There is a house in New Orleans,They call the Rising Sun,It's been the ruin of many poor girls,And me, 0 Lord, I'm one.

And Me, whoaoaoaoao Loooormmddd, I'm One!

Finish last line x3


33/41

These boots were made for Walkin (E)

E A E G E G E

You keep saying you got something for me

Something you call love but confessYou've been a-messin' where you shouldn't a-been a-messin'And now someone else is getting all your bestWell, these boots are made for walkingAnd that's just what they'll doOne of these days these bootsAre gonna walk all over you

You keep lying when you oughta be truthin'You keep losing when you oughta not betYou keep same-ing when you oughta be a-changin'What's right is right but you ain't been right yetWell, these boots are made for walkingAnd that's just what they'll doOne of these days these bootsAre gonna walk all over you

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playingAnd you keep thinking that you'll never get burnedI've just found me a brand new box of matchesAnd what he knows you ain't had time to learnWell, these boots are made for walkingAnd that's just what they'll doOne of these days these bootsAre gonna walk all over you


34/41

Trouble in mind (Blues in B flat)

Bb F Eb Eb Bb F Bb

1. Trouble in mind,

I'm blue,But I won't be blue always,Because the sun's gonna shine,On my backdoor someday

2. I'm gonna lay,My head,On some lonesome railroad tie,And let the Two-NineteenEase me troubled mind.

(Sax solo)

3. If you see,See me crying,Cryin', all night long,You know I'm Cryin'Cos my baby, he's gone.

4. I'm gonna lay,My head,On some lonesome railroad tie,And let the Two-NineteenEase me troubled mind.

(Piano solo)(Single length)

5. Trouble in mind,I'm blue,But I won't be blue always,Because the wind's gonna change,And blow my Blues away.


35/41

Welcome To The Club (Blues in Cm)

Dm Gm A

You walk right in,

And sit right down,I know your hearts been broken,And the tears run down,Everybody knows, you lost your love,So walk right in now Buddy,Lord, youre welcome to the club.

Have a deck of cards,A TV too,They wont cure a thing,But they might comfort you,

Got every kind or record,That you can think of,So walk right in now Buddy,Lord, youre welcome to the club.

We nailed up the windows,So they cant see inside,Theyll never know,How much we cry,Some say a manAint supposed to cry,But no-one ever told me why?

Theres a sign on the doorSaying No Women Allowed,If it werent for these women,We wouldnt have such a crowd,The place stays packed,Like a hand in a glove,So walk right in now Buddy,Lord, youre welcome to the club.

Donald soloChorusLast verse

Tommo solo

1stverse

End, cliff does slow bit


36/41

What would I do without you? (c)

C E F C E Am-G-F C A D G C

Dont deceive me, please dont leave meWhat would I do, without you to see me through?If you leave me, then youll grieve me,What would I do without you to see me through?

Chorus:What would I do? I wanna know!

What would I do?? Where would I go?

And How you please me, when you squeeze me,What would I do without you to see me through?

Dont you know Im crazy, about my baby,What would I do without you to see me through?


37/41

When my blue moon turns to gold again (C)

C G C / C G F G C

Memories that linger in my heart

Memories that make my heart grow coldBut some day they'll live again, sweetheartAnd my blue moon again will turn to gold

When my blue moon turns to gold again When the rainbow turns the clouds away When my blue moon turns to gold again You'll be back in my arms to stay

Sax solo

The lips that used to thrill me soYour kisses were meant for only meIn my dreams they live again sweetheartBut my golden moon is just a memory


Piano Solo

The castles we built of dreams togetherWere the sweetest stories ever toldMaybe we will live them all againAnd my blue moon again will turn to gold


Finish last line x3


38/41

Whole Lotta Shakin Goin' On (Blues in C)

Come on everybody, whole lotta shakin goin' on,Come on everybody, really you can't go wrong,

We ain't fakin'Whole lotta shakin goin' on.

Come on everybody, we got chicken in the barn,Come on everybody, really got the bull by the horn,We ain't fakin'Whole lotta shakin goin' on.

Chorus:I said a Shake, baby shake,Shake, baby shake,Shake, baby shake,Aint fakin' - Whole lotta shakin' goin on.

Sax & Piano breaks

Come on everybody, we got chicken in the barn,(Who's barn? What barn? My barn)Come on everybody, really got the bull by the horn,We ain't fakin'Whole lotta shakin goin' on.

Chorus(quiet)Chorus(Quieter still)Chorus(Quieter still)

Chorus (LOUD!!!)


39/41

Worried life Blues (Blues in C)

Oh lordy lord, Oh lordy lord,'Hurt me so bad,

for us to part,But some day Baby,I ain't gonna worry my life any more.

You're on my mind,Ev'ry place I go,How much I loved you,You'll never know,But some day Baby,I ain't gonna worry my life any more.

Can you remember babyWhen you knocked on my door,Remember what I told you -I didn't love you no more,But some day BabyI ain't gonna worry my life any more.

(Piano break).

So Bye bye baby.All I've got to say to you,

- I'm goin,And I don't care what you do,Cos some day Baby,I ain't gonna worry my life any more.

(Sung low/soft leading to higher/stronger)


40/41

You win again (Blues in F)

(Cliffs solo introduction first)

The news is out, all over town

That you've been seen, out running roundI know that I should leave, but then,I just can't go,You win again.

Chorus:This heart of mineCould never seeWhat everybodyKnows but me

Just trusting you, was my big sin,What can I do?You win again.

Piano break

Chorus etc.


41/41

Your Hillbilly Music Is Buggin Me. F

F Bb F C F Bb Bb F C

I dont really want you

Hanging round my swamp,I just wish youd turn around,Go take a jump,And the reasonIs plain to see,Your hillbilly musicIs buggin me.

Im gonna get the sheriffTo run you out of townIve had about as much as I can takeOf that Hillbilly soundYes the reasonIs plain to see,That hillbilly musicIs buggin me.

I dont like your sisterI dont like your Pa,Playing tunes and hollering songsBack from Arkansas

So Take your fiddle,And your Banjo tooCos Hillbilly musicsToo good for you.

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