Walters Songbook

A G long D long Em7 time ago Am I can still re-C-member

how that Em music used to make me D smile Dsus4 D Dsus2 D

And G I knew D if I Em7 had my chance

that Am I could make those C people dance and Em maybe they'd be C happy for a D while
D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
Em But February Am made me shiver Em with every paper Am I'd deliver

C Bad news G on the Am doorstep I C couldn't take one more D step

I G can't re-D-member Em if I cried when I Am7 read about his D widowed bride

But G something D touched me Em deep inside the C day the D7 music G died
So G bye C bye Miss A-G-merican D Pie

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

Now do G you be-D-lieve in Em Rock 'n Roll? Can Am7 music save your C mortal soul?

And Em can you teach me A7 how to dance D real slow?
Well, I Em know that you're in D love with him 'cause I Em saw you dancin' D in the gym

You C both kicked G off your A7 shoes Man, I C dig those rhythm ‘n’ D7 blues

I was a G lonely D teenage Em broncin' buck with a Am pink carnation and a C pickup truck.

But G I knew D I was Em out of luck the C day the D7 music G died C G

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

But Em that's not how it D used to be Dsus4 D Dsus2 D

when the G jester D sang for the Em King and Queen

In a Am7 coat he borrowed C from James Dean And a Em voice that A7 came from you and D me Dsus4 D Dsus2 D

The C courtroom G was ad-A7-journed No C verdict was re-D7-turned

And while G Lennon D read a Em book of Marx the Am court kept practice C in the park

And G we sang D dirges Em in the dark The C day the D7 music G died.C G

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

The Am7 players tried for a C forward pass But the Em jester's on the A7 sidelines in a D cast Dsus4 D Dsus2 D

'cause the G players D tried to Em take the field The Am marching band re-C-fused to yield

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

With Em no time left to D start again So come on, G Jack be nimble

No C angel G born in A7 hell Could C break that Satan's D7 spell

And as the G flames climbed D high in-Em-to the night To Am light the sacri-C-fical rite

I saw G Satan D laughing Em with delight The C day the D7 Music G Died C G

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

I G met a D girl who Am sang the blues And I C asked her for some Am happy news

But Em she just smiled and turned D away Dsus4 D Dsus2 D

I [G]went down to the sacred [D]store

Where I'd [Em]heard the music [Am7]years before But the [Em]man there said the [A7]music woudn't [D]play Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
And in the [Em]streets the children [D]screamed The [Em]lovers cried, and the poets [D]dreamed

[C]But not a [G]word was [A7]spoken The [C]Church bells all were [D7]broken

And [G]three men I [D]admire most The [Em]Father, [Am]Son and the [C]Holy Ghost

They [G]caught the [D]last train [Em]for the coast The [C]Day the [D7]Music [G]Died.[C] [G]

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' Em this'll be the day that I A7 die

Drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry

them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye

Singin' C this'll be D the day that I G die C G

and the G sky is Em grey E7

on a F winter's E day E7

if I G was in L. Em A. E7

California Am dreaming G F

on G such a winter's Em day E7

I passes a-G-long the Em way E7

Oh I F got down on my C knees E7 Am

and I pre-F-tend to E pray E7

You know the preacher likes the Am cold, G F

he knows G I'm gonna Em stay E7

California Am dreaming G F

on G such a winter's Em day E7

and the G sky is Em grey E7

on a F winter's day E E7

I could G leave to-Em-day E7

California Am dreaming G F

on G such a winter's Em day (California dreaming) E7 F

on G such a winter's Am day G F

on G such a winter's Fmaj7 day G Cmaj7

before you can F call him a C man?

How many F seas must a C white dove sail,

before she Dm sleeps in the G7 sand?

Yes, and C how many F times must the C cannon balls fly,

before they're F forever C banned?

The Dm answer, my G7 friend, is C blowin' in the Am wind

the F answer is G7 blowing in the C wind.

before it's F washed to the C sea?

Yes, and how many F years can some C people exist,

before they're al-Dm-lowed to be G7 free?

Yes, and C how many F times can a C man turn his head,

pretending he F just doesn't C see?

The Dm answer, my G7 friend, is C blowin' in the Am wind,

the F answer is G7 blowing in the C wind

before he can F see in the C sky?

Yes, and how many F ears must C one man have,

before he can Dm hear people G7 cry?

Yes, and C how many F deaths will it C take 'til he knows

that too many F people have C died?

The Dm answer, my G7 friend, is C blowin' in the Am wind

the F answer is G7 blowing in the C wind

you're F shaking my C confidence G7 daily.

Oh, F Cecili-C-a, I'm F down on my C knees;

I'm F begging you C please to come G7 home.

you're F shaking my C confidence G7 daily.

Oh, F Cecili-C-a, I'm F down on my C knees;

I'm F begging you C please to come G7 home.

with C Cecilia F up in G7 my bedC room.

(Making love) I got C up to F wash my face,

when I C come back to bed someone's G7 taken my C place.

you're F shaking my C confidence G7 daily.

Oh, F Cecili-C-a, I'm F down on my C knees;

I'm F begging you C please to come G7 home.

I F fall on the C floor and I'm G7 laughing,

Jubi-F-la-C-tion, she F loves me a-C-gain,

I F fall on the C floor and I'm G7 laughing

Yes I would, if I could, I surely Em would

Hmm

I'd rather be a hammer than a G nail

Hmm
A-C-way, I'd rather sail away

Like a G swan that's here and gone

A C man gets tied up to the ground

He gives the G world its saddest sound

Its saddest Em sound

Yes I would, if I could, I surely Em would

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my G feet

Yes I would, if I only could, I surely Em would C G C G Em

I've come to talk with you Am again.

Because a C vision softl-F-y creep-C-ing

Left it's seed while I w-F-as sleep-C-ing,

And the F vision that was planted in my C brain

Still rem-Am-ains

Narrow streets of cobble Am stone.

'Neath the C halo of a-F-a street C lamp,

I turned my collar to the F cold and C damp,

When my F eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon C light

That split the Am night

And C touched the G sounds of Am silence.
Am And in the naked light I G saw

Ten thousand people, maybe Am more.

People talking C witho-F-out spea-C-king,

People hearing with-F-out listen-C-ing,

People writing F songs that voices never C shared,

And no one Am dared

Dist-C-urb the G sounds of Am silence.
"Am Fools!" said I, "you do not G know,

Silence like a cancer Am grows.

Hear my words that C I m-F-ight teach C you,

Take my arms that I m-F-ight reach C you."

But my F words like silent raindrops C fell...

And Am echoed C in the G wells of Am silence.

To the neon gods they Am made.

And the sign flashed C out F its war-C-ning,

In the words that it F was form-C-ing,

And the sign said, "The F words of the prophets are written on the subway C walls

And tenement Am halls."

And C whispered in the G sounds of Am silence.

The Boxer (Simon And Garfunkel)

C I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Am told

I have G squandered my resistance

For a Dm pocket full of G mumbles, such are C promises

All lies and Am jest, still a G man hears what he F wants to hear

And disregards the C rest G F F C
When I C left my home and my family, I was no more than a Am boy

In the G company of strangers

In the Dm quiet of a G railway station, C running scared

Laying Am low, seeking G out the poorer F quarters

Where the ragged people C go

Looking G for the places F only F they would C know

But I get no G offers

Just a Dm come-on from the G whores on Seventh C Avenue

I do de-Am -clare, there were G times when I was F so lonesome

I took some comfort C there

G Lie lie lie lie la F F C
Then I'm C laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Am gone

Going G home where the Dm New York City winters G aren't C bleeding me Am

Leading G me,F going C home.
In the C clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Am trade

And he G carries a reminder of ev'ry G7 glove that laid him down

Or C cut him till he cried out in his anger and his Am shame

I am G leaving, I am F leaving

But the fighter still re-C -mains
Lie la Am lie, Lie la G lie la lie la lie, Lie la Am lie,

G Lie la lie la la la la, lie F la la la la C lie.

This Land Is Your Land (Woody Guthrie)
D This land is G your land, this land is D my land,

From Calif-A7 -ornia to the New York D Island,

From the Redwood G Forests to the Gulf Stream D waters;

A7 This land was made for you and D me.
D As I was G walking that ribbon of D highway,

I looked a-A7-bove me, there in the D skyway,

I saw be-G-low me, the Golden D Valley;

A7 This land was made for you and D me.
D This land is G your land, this land is D my land,

From Calif-A7 -ornia to the New York D Island,

From the Redwood G Forests to the Gulf Stream D waters;

A7 This land was made for you and D me.
D I roamed and G rambled, and followed my D footsteps

Through the sparkling A7 sands of her diamond D deserts,

And all a-G-round me this voice kept D saying,

A7 "This land was made for you and D me."
D This land is G your land, this land is D my land,

From Calif-A7 -ornia to the New York D Island,

From the Redwood G Forests to the Gulf Stream D waters;

A7 This land was made for you and D me.
D As the Sun was G shining, and I was D strolling

Through the wheat fields A7 waving and the dust clouds D rolling,

I could feel in-G-side me and see all a-D-round me,

A7 This land was made for you and D me.
D This land is G your land, this land is D my land,

From Calif-A7 -ornia to the New York D Island,

From the Redwood G Forests to the Gulf Stream D waters;

A7 This land was made for you and D me.

Help Me Make It Through The Night (Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson)
Take the ribbon from your D hair Dsus4 D Gib des Bandl aus die Haar

shake it loose and let it G fall Em Beutl’s owi, lass es fall’n

playing soft against you’re A skin Asus4 A Lass’ auf Deiner wachen Haut

like the A7 shadows on the D wall Dsus4 D zarte, sanfte Schatten mal’n

till the early morning G light Em bleib bis morgen in der Friah

all I'm taking is you’re A time Asus4 A I will nur Dei’ Zeit von Dir

help me A7 make it through the D night Dsus4 D Gö, Du bleibst heut Nacht bei mir

I don't try to under-D-stand Dsus4 D I will a gar nix versteh’n

let the devil take to-E-morrow Esus4 E und I pfeif auf des, was morgen is

'cause tonight I need a A friend Asus4 A weil heut nacht, da brauch I wen

and tomorrow's out of G sight Em und für morgen is noch viel z’früh

and it's sad to be A alone Asus4 A nur, allen sein is net guat

help me A7 make it through the D night Dsus4 D Gö, Du bleibst heut Nacht bei mir

and tomorrow's out of G sight Em

and it's sad to be A alone Asus4 A

help me A7 make it through the D night Dsus4 D

help me A7 make it through the D night Dsus4 D

you can E stretch right up and touch the sky,

when the A weather is fine,

you got women, you got women on your E mind.

Have a H7 drink, have a drive,

A go out and see what you can E find.

If her E daddy's rich, take her out for a meal.

If her E daddy's poor, just do what you feel.

Speed a-A-long the land,

do a ton, or a ton and twenty-E-five.

When the H7 sun goes down, you can A make it,

make it good in a lay-E-by.
We're not E grey people, we're not dirty, we're not mean.

We love E everybody, but we do as we please.

When the A weather is fine

we go fishing or go swimming in the E sea.

We are always H7 happy,

live's for A living, yeah, that's our philoso-E-phy.

Da-da-E-da-da-da..Yeah, we're hap-happy

Dee-da-da-dee-da-da-da-dee-E-daaa.

Daa daa H7 da da da A daa daa da da E daaaa
When the E winter's here, then it's party time.

Bring a E bottle, wear you're bright clothes. It'll soon be summertime.

And we'll A sing again,

we''l go drivin' or maybe we'll settle E down.

If she's H7 rich, if she's nice,

bring you're A friends and we'll all go into E town.

And the A sun shines daily on the D mountaintop.

I took a trip on a G sailing ship,

But when I A reached Jamaica I D made a stop.

My heart is down, my head is Em turning around;

I had to A7 leave a little girl in D Kingston town.
D Sounds of laughter G everywhere,

And the A dancing girls swing D to and fro.

I must declare my G heart is there,

Though I've A been from Maine to D Mexico.

My heart is down, my head is Em turning around;

I had to A7 leave a little girl in D Kingston town.
D Down at the market G you can hear,

Ladies A cry out while on their D heads they bear,

Akkay rice, salt G fish are nice,

And the A rum is fine any D time of year.

My heart is down, my head is Em turning around;

I had to A7 leave a little girl in D Kingston town.
D Down the way where the G nights are gay,

And the A sun shines daily on the D mountaintop.

I took a trip on a G sailing ship,

But when I A reached Jamaica I D made a stop.

My heart is down, my head is Em turning around;

I had to A7 leave a little girl in D Kingston town.
But I'm sad to say I'm Em on my way,

A7 Won't be back for D many a day.

My heart is down, my head is Em turning around;

I had to A7 leave a little girl in D Kingston town.

Lady In Black (Uriah Heep)
She Am came to me one morning, one Am lonely Sunday morning,

her G long hair flowing in the Am mid-winter wind.

I Am know not how she found me, for in Am darkness I was walking,

and de-G-struction lay around me from a Am fight I could not win.

to G fight and kill their brothers without Am thought of men or god.

And I Am begged her give me horses to Am trample down my enemies,

so G eager was my passion to de-Am-vour this waste of life.

so G easy to begin and yet im-Am-possible to end.

For Am she the mother of all men had Am counciled me so wisely that

I G feared to walk alone again and Am asked if she would stay.

"Have G faith and trust in me," she said and Am filled my heart with life.

There Am is no strength in numbers. I've Am no such misconceptions.

But G when you need me be assured I Am won't be far away.

I G stood and watched until I saw her Am black cloak disappear.

My Am labor is no easier, but Am now I know I'm not alone.

I G find new heart each time I think u-Am-pon that windy day.

And Am if one day she comes to you drink Am deeply from her words so wise.

Take G courage from her as your prize and Am say hello for me.

Blackbird has Em spo-Am-ken, D like the first G bird.

Like the first Em dew-Am-fall, D on the first G grass.

Born of the F#m one Hm light, E Eden saw A play.

Blackbird has Em spo-Am-ken, D like the first G bird.

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called Honah-G7-Lee,

And F brought him strings and C sealing Am wax and D7 other G7 fancy C stuff. G7 Oh!

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called Honah-G7-Lee,

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called G7 Honah-C-Lee.

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called Honah-G7-Lee,

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called G7 Honah-C-Lee.

And F Puff that mighty C dragon, Am he D7 ceased his G7 fearless C roar. G7 Oh!

With-C-out his life-long Em friend F Puff could not be C brave

So F Puff that mighty C dragon, Am sadly D7 slipped in-G7-to his C cave. G7 Oh!
C Puff, the magic Em dragon F lived by C the sea

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called Honah-G7-Lee,

And F frolicked in the C autumn Am mist in a D7 land called G7 Honah-C-Lee.

His F memory's fading, C with those medal D7 ribbons that he G7 wears

And C in our winter G city, the rain Am cries a little Em pity

For F one more forgotten C hero, and a G7 world that doesn't C care

So E why don't you leave her a-A-lone?”

And the E operator says: "Fourty cents more, for the next three minutes."
A Ple-D-ase Mrs. Adria, I've A just got to talk to her

E I'll only keep her a A while

D Please Mrs. Adria, A just want to tell her

Good-E-bye...

To E make her start crying and A stay."

And the E operator says: "Fourty cents more, for the next three minutes."
A Ple-D-ase Mrs. Adria, I've A just got to talk to her

E I'll only keep her a A while

D Please Mrs. Adria, A just want to tell her

Good-E-bye...

And D Sylvia's mother says: "A Thank you for calling...

And E so won't you call back a-A-gain."

And the E operator says: "Fourty cents more, for the next three minutes."

Good-E-bye...

Tell her goodbye

Please, tell her goodbye

Goodbye......

Vincent (Don McLean)
Starry starry G night Gsus4 G, paint your palette Am blue and grey Asus2 Am

Look out on a Cmaj7 summer's day with D9 eyes that know the darkness in my G soul

Catch the breeeze and the Cmaj7 winter chills, in D9 colors on the snowy linen G land Gsus4 G

They would not listen they did A7 not know how Am7 Per-D7-haps they'll listen G now Gsus4 G

Swirling clouds in Cmaj7 violet haze re-D9-flect in Vincent's eyes of shine and G blue

Weathered faces Cmaj7 lined in pain are D9 soothed beneath the artists's loving G hand

They would not listen they did A7 not know how Am7 Per-D7-haps they'll listen G now

And when no Am7 hope was left in sight, on that Cm starry starry night

You G took your life as F7 lovers often E7 do,

But I Am7 could have told you, Vincent,

This Cmaj7 world was never meant for one as D7 beautiful as G you Gsus4 G
Stary, starry G night Gsus4 G, portraits hung in Am empty halls Asus2 Am

Frameless heads on Cmaj7 nameless walls with D9 eyes that watch the world and can't for-G-get.

The silver thorn of Cmaj7 bloody rose, lie D9 crushed and broken on the virgin G snow

They would not listen they're not A7 listening still Am7 Per-D7-haps they never G will