Standard (EADGBE)

 Slavin’ away, all for you my love,

 and I’ve nothing to show for it

 ‘cept my dusty old book full of pictures.

 Dusty old book, tell me a story

 ‘bout how I wasn’t so tired

 from all my slavin’ away.

Then play this chord progression a few times

(listen to the song and it will make sense):

I ran off,

 put on corduroy knickers that I got from the coal shoveling kid

and hitch-hiked in a rickety old Ford,

hitch-hiked in a rattley old Norton side-car

“down strange roads, in the purring rain”, as the poet put it,

on up to St. Paul

on a cold day in the middle of the fall.

<repeat the="" same="" chord="" progression="" (am,="" c,="" f,="" am)="" for="" following="" lyrics="">

And they picked me up

for not wearing a dress

and suspended my sentence

if I wore something with a strap that was pink

and I scrubbed up good on somebody’s sink.

So now I’ll catch the Canadian Pacific and not be too specific,

to somewhere up north,

and get into lumber and slumber when I like

and in the spring ride down into Cheyenne on my bike.

Then play the same "Slavin Away" chord progression (Am, C, F, Am) for the

spoken word, and up until the happy part and you play this:

Instrumental

happy part):

Crazy dramatic part:

 I could see her, looking in the mirror at me

 wondering if it wasn’t plain for everyone t’see–

 nothing ever seemed to turn out how it might be.