JENNY

D     B     G    A

(Strum Chords no more than twice)
D                     B                   G                    A
you roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch-style house
D        B G                     A
on a new kawasaki, all yellow and black
D
fresh out of the showroom.
A
our house faced west,
D         B G                       A
so the big orange sun positioned at your back,
(Strum Chords regularly)
G                             A
lit up your magnificent silhouette.
D
how much better?
G
how much better can my life get?
(Strum chords no more than twice)
G                                 A
900 cubic centimeters of raw whining power.
D                                G
no outstanding warrants for my arrest.
D               A
whoa-whoa. whoa whoa.
D
the pirate's life for me.

(Strum quickly)
D Dsus4 D G Aadd2 A Asus4    x 4

(Strum chords no more than twice)
D                     B G                          A
i hopped on back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you.
D               B G               A
and i sank my face into your hair.
D              B        G                       A
and then i inhaled as deeply as i possibly could.
D                      B   G                             A
you were as sweet and delicious as the warm desert air.

(Strum chords regularly)
G                                 A
and you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon,
D                     G
we were the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on.

(Strum chords no more than twice)
G                    A
900 cc's of raw whining power,
D                            G
no outstanding warrants for my arrest.
D
hi diddle dee dee.
A
god damn!
D
the pirate's life for me!

(Strum chords quickly)
D Dsus4 D Aadd2 A Asus4

@Mountain Goats
"Source Decay" - written by john darnielle
tabbed by Russ Sweetser
ruxxell@comcast.net
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E--A--E---A
E
Once a week I make the drive
F#                          A
two hours east to check the Austin post office box.
E                      F#
I take the detour through our old neighborhood,
                A                         B
see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks,
       A                      B
and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards
          E               A
that you continue to send:
          F#                        A
where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember.
               E                      B
I like these torture devices from my old best friend.
           C#
Well I'll tell you what I know
         F#
like I swore I always would --
         A                 B
I don't think it's gonna do you any good:
     E          A             E           A       B     A         E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.

A E A E



E
I always get a late start,
          F#
when the sun's going down
         A
and the traffic's thinning out
         E
and the glare is hard to take. I wish the
E                        F#
West Texas highway was a Möbius strip --
         A                           B
I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break,
          A                                 B
I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard.
   E                             A
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard.
   C#
I fall out of the car
        F#
like a hostage from a plane,
A
think of you a while and
       B
start wishing it would rain.
E              A            E            A       B     A         E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.

A E A E

  E
I come into the house,
     F#
put on a pot of coffee,
A                       E
walk the floors a little while.
E                                  F#
I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it,
A                         B
start sorting through the pile.
A
I check the pictures and the postmarks
         B
and the captions and the stamps
     E                       A
for signs of any pattern at all.
        F#                                 A
When I come up empty-handed, the feeling almost overwhelms me.
E                 B
I let a few of my defenses fall
        C#                              F#
and I smile a bitter smile -- it's not a pretty thing to see --
         A                                 B
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983
       E            A           E             A       B
A                 E
and I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward
the water



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mountain goats - color in your cheeks
from "all hail west texas"
tabbed by Russ Sweetser
ruxxell@comcast.net


C#       G#        A            B
she came in on the redeye to dallas-fort worth.
E       G#       A        B
all the way from sunny taipei.

skin the color of a walnut shell,
and a baseball cap holding down her black hair.

             A             B
and she came here after midnight.
    E                    E
the hot weather made her feel right at home.
E                A
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
E                             A             B
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks.


he drove from in from mexicali, no worse for wear.
money to burn, time to kill.
but five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew he
was broken pretty bad, so we gave him what we had.
we cleared a space for him to sleep in,
               E                               
and we let the silence that's our trademark
A
make its presence felt.
E               A
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
E                             A             B
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks.

C# G# A B E Bm

they came in by the dozens, walking or crawling.
some were bright-eyed.
some were dead on their feet.
and they came from zimbabwe,
or from soviet, georgia.
east saint louis, or from paris, or they lived across the street.
but they came, and when they'd finally made it here,
it was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear.
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks.