Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 It only hurts me when I'm awake

 It seems to die with dreaming

 And there is only so much that I can fake

When my whole life's careening down

I will not die

Same chunking as first verse Am F C G etc.

It only kills me 'cause I'm alive

And living this disaster

And it's all I can do now to survive

I live to be my master

I will not die. Down I will not die

(Fig. 2)

When I'm well I long to be

Only in love with you

But I guess I'll never be whole

 And you know it's true

(Fig. 2)

It does not stop me that we all die

I know this trip's to slaughter

But if only I could let me cry

I'd feel the healing water

Down I will not die. Down I will not die. Down I will not die.

Out of L.A.

This town's gotta shake down to its roots

 And I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits

I don't believe all the things I see

 But I'm still bettin' on you and me

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

A met a girl who looked like a movie star

She was goin' for a ride and I don't mean in a car

Had the brain about the size of a frozen pea

But on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

A big fat man's gonna make me a king

He gotta see through tan and a pinky diamond ring

Slick back hair, shirt to his thigh

Import silk, slave labor dyed

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

A tattoo is a popular accoutrement

It come in red and in blue and it says anything you want

Some folks say your gonna regret

But the somedays haven't come around just yet

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.

And the boy-whores sell their souls on the boulevard

And that's a shirt-free store where they don't take credit cards

From the hills to the chills it's a quick fall down

It's a great big city it's a real small town

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.

The chunking pattern goes root chord chord per measure. When a chord is held over one measure the pattern changes to root chord chord, fifth chord chord.

You Mama, You

Intro

just strumming a G chord

When I was young and pushed around

And beaten up and beaten down

Who'd I run to mama tell me who

And as I grew to be a man

And all the world held such élan

I did what I thought I just had to do

It was you mama you, it was you all along

 It was you I ran away from I was wrong

And if I could I'd change my life

I swear to God I'd cut it out with a knife

 And with a glue stick I'd reapply it in a song

Continue the same chunking pattern

And laid back Kerouac never had no heart attack

Drinking and thinking about the place he ran back to

The moloch is an old man the moloch is a love-lack

Bending for a quick snack remembering his friend Jack

Mama sometimes and I remember you

Chorus

Man loves woman

Mother loves child

Sometimes I call my lady mama

 So I can feel at home for a while

 So I can feel at home for a while

Looking around at all the Mellencamp towns

The excuses and the nooses where the coffee grounds

I found places and traces of a storybook world

And I went out there for a ride

On the misty coast but the holy host

is under the Mickey D's American flag and it's unfurled

Chorus

Man loves woman sometimes

Mother loves child

Sometimes I call my lady mama

So I can feel at home for awhile

So I can feel at home for awhile

George

(Fig.1)

George died in the fifth grade

No one ever knew why

He was out selling lemonade

On the Fourth of July, and he died

Sister Claire said that he was

An angel on earth

She stood there and she told us

She had clearly rehearsed every verse

Of the lies that tie you down

I've forgotten my first love

I haven't seen her since when

There's a bum on the corner

He thinks that I'm his best friend, we pretend

He says the rapture is any day

That's when God's coming round

But maybe he best stay away

They'll run him right out of town, like a clown

With the lies that tie you down

There are times when a man feels

That it's him against the world

There are times when a man steals

From the love of his girl

There are days when a beast dies

Long before the gun

And there are days when a crow flies

Straight into the sun, to be done

With the lies that tie you down

The lies that tie you down

The lies that tie you down

(Fig. 2)

Nineteen-ninety

Nineteen-ninety

Nineteen-ninety nine

It's almost time

Paper Towel

(fig. 1)

I'm not immune so I commune

With the objects in my home

I am caressed by my razor

And so am not alone

I spoon an oversized pillow

I bought for such that use

And to the flowers in my garden

I am lover not recluse

If you my dear were such a flower

You would stay and only grow

And I would tend to you and water baby

And straight up would you go

You would spread and maybe blossom

With each passing summer's day

And not the suitors from a hundred hives

Could draw your love away

(Fig. 3)

Then as autumn shut the light

Down in advance of winter's bite

According to true lover's creed

You would not die but go to seed

(Fig. 1)

For so it is with paper towels

And other things about my place

The old begets the new

And the things I need keep up to pace

But you my dear are gone forever

You left no silly seed behind

Save a rotten pit it lingers

Cherry stone in my mind

(Fig. 2)

You're not a paper towel, no

You're like the wind go howling

(Fig. 3)

You fled as if the autumn greys

Were the herald of final days

Uprooting with your seeds

An all cruel harvest of love's first fall

(Fig. 2)

You're not a paper towel

You're like the wind go howling

Can't wrap you around my dowel, no no

You're like the wind go howling

Bring her back for me Little Bo Peep

I've got to find her I can't

Go to sleep

(Fig. 3)

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(Verse chords)

Well I knew a dealer, Dan, and he'd say Don't worry 'bout me

I'm never gonna fit the plan and I'll never work for free

And then he spent some time in a State Penitentiary

I believe he made ten cents an hour

And I knew a girl in college as sweet as the summer sun

Never worried 'bout books or knowledge

She was busy having too much fun

And I hear these days she's livin' at home with her three-year-old son

Readin' up on women taking power

(Chorus chords)

The trees grow high

And the leaves they grow green

Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen

Don't be surprised little bro

When the world turns out mean

Life is what happens in between

(Verse chords)

Well I knew a man, old man, about ninety-five

He could hardly see nor stand but he was goddamn glad to be alive

And he said

Hey son go and taste of life

Get in your car and drive

And that's exactly what I do

But out here on the road

You know a man leads a simple life

Don't carry no heavy loads

And he don't get time for the lady or a wife

But sometimes the stars I'm followin'

Well they don't shine so bright

And that's when I wish I was home with you

(Chorus Chords)

And the trees they grow high

And the leaves they grow green

Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen

Don't be surprised little bro

When the world turns out mean

Life is what happens in between

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(Verse Chords)

Well you remember our dad

Remember what he said

He said

This here's a family

Gonna be together til we're dead

Ten years and two homes ago

It ain't quite what turned out to be

And I still hear those words

They ring and ring and ring inside of me

(Chorus Chords)

The trees grow high

And the leaves they grow green

Oh me oh my all the things that I have seen

Don't be surprised little bro

When the world turns out mean

Life is what happens in between

Life is what happens in between

Prophet

Intro

I guess I make my way OK, I guess I do

I guess I get by, just like you

I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind

I don't want to leave any fingerprints

Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame

The Japanese they're up against it trying to match their

 hand sizes with the household names

 And I just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into

 furry fairy prostitutes

And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and

I remember when I first had come to town

 And you suggested that I kneel and kiss the ground

 You were such a prophet then to me

And you, you're nothing to me

Nobody wants to help when you start with a please

To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his knees

But that's not why I arrived, no that was not the reason

Don't mind if I retire from a town without one just like a season. . .

I remember when I first had come to town

And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then to me

And you, you're nothing to me

Waltzing slowly in

Counter time to your piercing cameras before me

Moving closer I've

Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me

Pretty good show she said

I kinda like your style

Well, maybe we could go to bed and I could help you run the three-minute mile

But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles

She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . .

I remember when I first had come to town

And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then, to me

And you, you're nothing to me

I remember when

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She was a faker

I was a fool

I tried to make her

I broke the rules

And over coffee

On the morning next

I learned the reddest

Have regrets

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Life lays me down down

But my God was still coming around around

He was a salesman

I was a fool

He had retirement

I had a stool

And over bourbon

And a Coca Cole

I fought the bad guy

And I kept my soul

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Life can lay me down down

But my God will still coming around around around around around

And it's a full house flush

With a bass and a brush

And a subtle soft shade

Of the cheekbone blade

And the world turns around

The sun that's found

To be casually gunning

For life overrunning

In heels

He squeals and reveals

God don't cut deals

He was a savior

I was a child

Programmed behavior

And a Santa smile

And over red wine

And a little bread

We commune with the divine

And the diva in the priest suit said

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Boy life lay you down down

But my God will still come around around around around around

And it's a drag queen sheriff of a ghost town

Probably since the last days of hate

When the mushroom clouds came down

Smoke signaling too late

And CNN broke the blow dry grip

For a flash of the end - like it's some hot tip

If the last voice I hear on that community screen

Sounds deeper than Yours and doubly as mean

Then the Jedi knight was right

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Life lay you down

Life can lay me down

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Life lay me right down on the ground

Life can lay me down

Life can lay me down

Life can lay me down down down down

Life can lay me down

So hard sometimes I even sing like jazz fusion

And it's a full house flush

With a bass and a brush

And a subtle soft shade

Of the cheekbone blade

And the world turns around

The sun that's found

To be casually gunning

For life overrunning

In heels

He squeals and reveals

God don't cut deals

Life lays me down

Life lays me down

Life can lay me down

But my God will still come in

Around around around around around

My God

Baby Ruth in Atlanta

I asked you for a ride I was lonely

 And hoping to see you before I left town

You said "I'm sorry I'd like to

If only I had had the time maybe next time around"

 And I walked for miles and carried my bags

 On streets with no sidewalks in search of a ride

 It was me and a Baby Ruth

 A chewy chunk of chocolate truth

 And here from the bus I would like to say thanks

Thank you

I had imagined a breakfast of coffee

And muffins maybe some cinnamon toast

If I believed I'd gain your attendance

I could have provided the ho-holy host

And I walked for miles in search of a ride

On streets with no sidewalks and carried my bags

It was me and a Baby Ruth

A chewy chunk of chocolate truth

And here from the bus I'd just like to say thanks

Thank you

Thanks a lot

Thank you not

Two seats behind me reclining

An angel is peering at me now from under a book

She catches me staring and smiles to the window

Again I'm in love and with only a look

And it must be it's true I am free

And last night a bird you know who spoke to me

Saying welcome the solitude it's your family tree

Natural harmonics at the 12th fret

And you would've been

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Only a heaven

At noon I will fly to my city my prison

And you will be forever gone from my life

And soon I'll deny any lingering vision

Of me in some catalogue and you as my wife

'Cause I walked for miles in search of a ride

On streets with no sidewalks and steep muddy banks

It was me and a Baby Ruth

A chewy chunk of chocolate truth

And here from the bus I'd just like to say thanks

Thank you

Thank you

Thanks a lot

Thank you

I was walkin' down the road carryin' a heavy load

Feelin' and believin' that might've been a prince toad

But no

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(Fig.1)

Had all I can use of your silly teachin'

Had all I can use of your silly preachin'

(Fig. 2)

And here's the news I make on my wise

All I really need are some shoes my size

(Fig. 1)

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size

(Fig. 1)

Must be nice to be boy genius

In your paradise, you got the only penis

(fig. 3)

I know it's true, I can hypotheticalize

All I really need is some shoes my size

(Fig.1)

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size, nine-five, shoes my size

(Fig. 1)

I don't do much in the way of prayin'

And I'm out of touch with religious sayin's

(Fig. 3)

I think your cross is just a little too wide

All I really need is some shoes my size

(Fig. 1)

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size

Some shoes my size, nine-five, double wide, you provide

Way down in SoHo town

Where the lovely people love to be

 And they all write all their best lines down

 And they hope their hair turns white like Andy

There's a man who was almost king

He was lionized when they left the ring

And some time away was soon the end

And the truth is there's no one you can depend on

And love, I know

You're gone for good

I can't go back

But I know I should

A Boticellian beauty she was with a body of jelly

And a booty because

She turned the corner

She turned some heads

And before it was cool she wore black and blue keds

Sit and spin his old thirty threes

It was groovy again to know

Chucky's In Love with a friend

You can fall in the arms of each other

And nothin' is like that brother

And love, I know

You're gone for good

I can't go back

But I know I should

Love is larger than letters

Taking up his sword again

It was a Mont-Blanc monogrammed pen

And he wielded the power of his PhD

While he sat there and gloated his Green screen tragedy

And love, I know

You're gone for good

I can't go back

But I know I should

Love, I know

You're gone for good

I can't go back

But I know I should

Love is larger than letters

Cammie

(Fig. 1)

I got a letter today

An invitation

The writing looked like you

Hello how are you, and by the way

Please RSVP I do

I thought of writing sad words

Of how it used to be

But I didn't wanna bring you down

I guess the bells'll ring pretty well without me

Don't worry 'bout me baby, I'll wear the thorny crown

I'll play the clown

If you think that I don't love you

[G/f#]

You're dead wrong

[G/f#]

And that don't matter anyway

 I couldn't bear to see you up there with the white dress on

Here's my vow to you: I'll stay away (Fig. 1)

I remember when

In a lover's whisper you said

No other man would ever share your bed

But we both know that's not been so

And I wish I'd never let you go

Now you've found a better man instead

I wish you health and wealth

And a white house on the hill

And I, I hope you raise a family

Little boy and a little girl

A little more joy in this little old world

Would that it be enough for me

If you think that I don't love you

You're dead wrong

And that don't matter now anyway

I couldn't bear to see you up there with the white dress on

Here's my vow to you: I'll stay away

Time rolls on and dreams they die

 And I've thrown out the pictures I had of you & I

 And if you're wondering if love can be true

 Well, think of me and my baby darling

Like I, like I do

Old friendships fade away

Love falls apart

And you've not spent a single day outside my heart

And there's just one more dream I have inside for you

I hope you're smiling when

He turns around and says I do

I do

  [G/f#] Ddim7

More Than I Wanted

(tune almost a half step down for this one)

I heard nothing

 But the empty slap of words

That was all I heard

 When you spoke to me

Ah, ah aye

Ah, ah aye

I want you

You

Asked me if I knew

What a nipple was for

Put me on the floor

And then raped me to explode

Ah, ah aye

I found you

I had much more than I wanted

I found much more than I gave

The lives we're living

Are too complex for words

Yet we are turds

Of great philosophers

In the sky

Way up high

cockadoodle-doo

I found much more than I wanted

I got much more than I gave

Mary had a little boy

And the little lamb

Who am

I...

And why...

Are you...

I got much more than I wanted

I got much more than I get