Rogers Chord Songbook Print Version

ROGER’S CHORD
SONGBOOK
(Print Version)
April 11, 2021
CONTENTS
Folksongs [59]
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall..(Bob Dylan)……………………………………….....…… 1

A Man of Constant Sorrow.. (Trad. Am.)……………… ………………………………….... 2
Alberta, Let Your Hair Hang Low………………………………………………………… 3
All My Trials.......................................................................................................................... 4
Autumn to May..(Yarrow/Yardley).............................................................................. 5
Be Not Too Hard..(1973 Christopher Louge/Joan Baez).............................................. 6
Blow the Candles Out..(Suffolk, Eng. 17th Century)……………………………. ....... .. 7
Blowin' In the Wind..(Bob Dylan)......................................................................... ........ .. 8
Both Sides Now..(Joni Mitchell)....................................................................................... 9
Can’t Help But Wonder..(Tom Paxton) 1963………………………………………………... 10
Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies.. (Am. Folk)......................................................... 11
Daddy, You Been On My Mind..(Bob Dylan)………………………….………. ............. 12
Don't Think Twice..(Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1963)........................................ 13
Donna Donna....(Sholom Secunda/Aaron Zeitlin) ...................................................... 14
Fare Thee Well.(Eng. Folk ballad)...................................................................... ................. 15
Freight Train..(Elizabeth Cotton)................................... .................................................. 16
Goodman, Schwerner, and Chaney..(Tom Paxton, 1965)…………………….. ............. 17
Henry Martin..(Trad. (Joseph B. Scot.).............................. .............................................. 18
I Know Where I'm Going..(Trad. Scot.)......................................................................... … 19
If I Had Wings..(Yarrow/Yardley)....................................................................... ......... 20
Is There Anybody Here?..(Phil Ochs)…….……………………………….……............... 21
John Riley..(Bob Gibson/Ricky Neff, 1961)........................................................ ............ 22
Johnny, I Hardly Knew You..(Eng., Joseph B. Georghegan)............................. .......... 23
Kilgarry Mountain................................................................................................ ............ 24
Lou Marsh..(Phil Ochs, 1963)………………………………………………….….. ........... 25
Mary Hamilton....(16th c. Scot.)................................................................ ......................... 26
Mister Tamborine Man..(Bob Dylan, 1965)……………. …………………….………….. 27
Nine Hundred Miles…………………………………………………………….…………… 28
Orphans of Wealth..(Don McLean, 1970)……...………………………………............ 29
Pretty Peggy-O....(Trad. Scot.).......................................................................................... 30
Pretty Polly...(Trad. Eng.)........................................................................... ...................... 31
Red Rosy Bush……………………………………………………………………. ................ 32
Rickety-Tickety-Tin..(Tom Lehrer)....................................................................... .......... . 33
Roddy M'Corley................................................................................................... ............. 34
Silver Dagger........................................................................................................ ............. 35
The Bells of Rhymney (Words from "Gwalia Deserta" by Idris Davies, music
by Pete Seeger).......................................................................................................... 36
The Calton Weaver..(Ewan MacColl)................................................................ .............. 37
The First Time..(Ewan MacColl)…………………………………………………… .......... 38
The Fox..(Trad. Eng.).................................................................................. ...................... 39
The Great Mandella..(Peter Yarrow)……………………………………………… ........... 40
The House of the Rising Sun............................................................................. ............ 41
The Klan..(Alan Grey and D. Grey, 1951)......................................................... .............. 42
The Lass From the Low Country..(Trad. Scot)……………………………….... ............. 43
The Marines Have Landed On The Shores of Santo Domingo (Phil Ochs) 1965……………. 44
The Power and The Glory..(Phil Ochs)……...…………………………………………. 45
The Ringing of Revolution..(Phil Ochs)………………………………………... ......... …. 46
The Sally Gardens..(Words, W.B. Yeats, Trad.)………………………………………….. 47
The Silkie...(Trad. Scot.)……................................................................................................. 48
The Springhill Disaster..(Ewan MacColl/Peggy Seeger, 1960)………………………… 49
The Thresher Disaster..(Phil Ochs)……………………………………………................. 50
The Times, They Are a’Changing..(Bob Dylan)………...……………………................. 51
The Water Is Wide…(Trad. Scot.)………. ………………………………………………….. 52
Times Are Getting Hard..................................................................................... .............. 53
Tomorrow's Children..(English translation by Walter Lowenfels, from the
French of Gullevic, music by Pete Seeger, 1964)…………………………….. ..... …. 54
Universal Soldier..(Buffy Sainte-Marie)………………………………………... .............. 55
Wasn't That a Time............................................................................................. .............. 56
What Have They Done To the Rain..(Malvina Reynolds).............................. .............. 57
When I’m Gone. . (Phil Ochs)………………..………………………………….................. 58
Wish I Had A Troubadour..(Tom Paxton)……………………………………………….. 59
Other Songs [11]
From a Distance..(Julie Gold, 1966)…………………………………………...………...… 60
Green Fields..(Melody - Terry Gilkyson,Rich Dehr,Frank Miller, 1956)………………… 61
Hello's the Word Before Goodbye..(Rod McKuen)…………………………… ............ 62
In the Summertime of Days..(Rod McKuen).................................................... ............ 63
Scarlet Ribbons..(Jay Danzig/Jack Segal)………………………………...…………… 64
Stranger in Paradise..(Wright/Forrest)……….…………………………….............…… 65
The Twelfth of Never..( Paul Francis Webster, Jerry Livingston 1957)…….. .............. 66
The Veterans Big Parade..(Dory Previn)…………………………………………………. 67
Twenty Mile Zone..(Dory Previn)………………………………………………………. 68
Unchained Melody..(Hal Zaret, Alex North).................................................... ............. 69
Yesterday..(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)......................................................... .......... 70
Jewish Songs [17]
Al Kol Eleh........................................................................................................................ 71
From Creation to Redemption..(David Feinberg)……………..…………………...………. 72
Hashkiveinu..(CraigTaubman)…………..…………………………………….….….... 73
Here, O Israel..(David Feinberg) 1993……………………………………...….……….... 74
L’chi Lach..(Debbie Friedman/Savina Teubal).……………………………...……….……. 75
Miracles..(Roger Gradess).…………….……………………………………………….…….. 76
On Eagles Wings..(Michael Joncas)……………………………………….….………...... 77
Oseh Shalom..(Elena Jagoda)……………………………………………………….………... 78
Oseh Shalom..(Ma Navu tune)……………………………………..………………..…. 79
Oseh Shalom..(Nurit Hirsch).………...…………………………………………….……….... 80
Shabat Hamalka..(David Feinberg/C. N. Bialik)…………...……………….………. 81
Shalom Rav..(Klepper/Friedlander).…………..……………..………..……..………. 82
Shalom Rav..(Ben Steinberg)…………………………………………..………………...... 83
V’Ahavta..(Steven Kaplan).………..………………………………………………….…..…. 84
V’Shamru..(Steve Reuben)………………..…………………….……………….……… 85
Veshameru..(Lewandowski)….……………..………………..……………………….…....... 86
Yism’khu ..(Round - David Feinberg)……………….………..…………………………….. 87
A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall Bob Dylan 1
C G
Where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Where have you been, my darling young one?
F G C
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
F G C
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
F G C
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
F G C
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
F G C
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
G C F C G C
And it's a hard, hard, hard, hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
C G
What have you seen, my blue-eyed son? What have you seen my darlin' young one?
F G C
I saw a newborn babe with wild wolves all around it,
F G C
I saw a highway of golden with nobody on it,
F G C
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
F G C
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
F G C
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
F G C
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
F G C
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
G C F C G C
C G
What did you hear, my blue-eyed son? What did you hear, my darlin' young one?
F G C
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning,
F G C
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
F G C
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing,
F G C
I heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening,
F G C
I heard one person starve, I heard many persons laughing,
F G C
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
F G C
I heard the sounds of a clown who cried in the alley,
F G C
I heard the sound of one person who cried he was human,
G C F C G C
G C
Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darlin' young one?
F G C
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
F G C
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
F G C
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
F G C
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
F G C
I met one man who was wounded in love,
F G C
I met another man who who was wounded in hatred,
G C F C G C
And it's a hard, hard, hard, hard, It's a hard rain's a gonna-fall.
C G
What'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? What'll you do now, my darlin' young one?
F G C
I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling,
F G C
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
F G C
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
F G C
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
F G C
Where the home in the valley meets the damp, dirty prison,
F G C
Where the destruction of a nation lies in one man’s pen,
F G C
Where the destruction of a person lies in one man’s fist,
F G C
Where the destruction of the world lies in one man’s mind, — [by Daniel, age 5?]
F G C
Where the executioner's voice is always well-hidden,
F G C
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
F G C
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
F G C
And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
F G C
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
F G C
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking,
F G C
But I'll know my song well, before I start singing,
G C F C G C
A Man of Constant Sorrow 2
C G C
I am a man of constant sorrow
Am Dm G
I’ve seen trouble all my days
G C
I’m going back to California
Am Dm G
Place where I was partly raised
G C
All through this world I’m bound to ramble
Am Dm G
Through storm and wind, through sleet and rain
G C
I’m bound to ride that northern railroad
Am Dm G
Perhaps I’ll take the very next train
G C
Your friends they say I am a stranger
Am Dm G
You’ll never see my face no more
G C
There is just one promise that’s given
Am Dm G
We’ll sail on God’s golden shore
G C
I am a man of constant sorrow
Am Dm G
I’ve seen trouble all my day
G C
I’m going back to California
Am Dm
Place where I was partly raised
Alberta, Let Your Hair Hang Low 3
Am F7 Am F7
Alberta, let your hair hang low
C G7 C C7
Alberta, let your hair hang low
F (F7) Em Em7 Am7 F Fm

I’ll give you more gold than your apron can hold
C A7 D7 G7 C E7
If you’ll just let your hair hang low
Am F7 Am F7
Alberta, what’s on your mind
C G7 C C7

You keep me worried, keep me bothered all the time
C A7 D7 G7 C E7
Am F7 Am F7
Alberta, don’cha treat me unkind
C G7 C C7
Alberta, don’cha treat me unkind

Oh, my heart is sad, ‘cause you treat me so bad
C A7 D7 G7 C F7 C
Alberta, don’ch treat me unkind
All My Trials 4
G G7
Hush little baby, don't you cry
G Bm C
You know your mother is bound to die
G Bm D7
All my trials, Lord,
D G
Soon be over.
G G7
The Jordan River is chilly and cold
G Bm C
It chills the body, but warms the soul
G Bm D7
D G
Soon be over.
G G7 Bm
Too late, my brother
C
Too late, but never mind
G Bm D7
D7 G
Soon be over.
G G7
If living was a thing that money could buy
G Bm C
Then the rich would live, and the poor would die
G Bm D7
D G
Soon be over.
Autumn to May (Yarrow/Yardley) 5
D C Bm C D
Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown.
C Bm C D
I taught him how to whistle, to sing and dance and run.
G Em Bm G Em
His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide,
G Em Bm C D
around the world in half a day upon him I could ride.
G C D Em C D
(Chorus) Sing terry oh-day, sing Autumn to May.
D C Bm C D
Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest red.
C Bm C D
He’d lean upon a silver cane, a top hat on his head.
G Em Bm G Em
He’d speak of far-off places, of things to see and do,
G Em Bm C D
and all the kings and queens he’d met while sailing in a shoe.
G C D Em C D
D C Bm C D
Oh, once I had a flock of sheep that grazed upon a feather.
C Bm C D
I’d keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather.
G Em Bm G Em
And every day the sun would shine they’d fly all through the town
G Em Bm C D
to bring me back some golden rings, and candy by the pound.
G C D Em C D
D C Bm C D
Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail.
C Bm C D
She sat upon an oyster, and hatched me out a snail.
G Em Bm G Em
The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly,
G Em Bm C D
and he who tells a bigger tale will have to tell a lie.
G C D Em C D
Be Not Too Hard Christopher Louge/Joan Baez 1973 6
C Em Am F G7
Be not too hard, for life is short, and nothing is given to man.
C Em Am F G7
Be not too hard, when he's sold or bought, for he must manage as best he can.
C Em Am F G7
Be not too hard when he blindly dies, fighting for things he does not own,
C Em Am F G7
And be not too hard when he tells lies, or if his heart is sometimes like a stone.
Am F G7
Be not too hard, for soon he'll die, often no wiser than he began,
C Em Am F G7 C
Be not too hard, for life is short, and nothing is given to man.
Blow the Candles Out (Suffolk, Eng. 17th Century) 7
Am G Am C G Am
When I was apprenticed in London, I went to see my dear
Am G Am C G Am
The candles they were burning, the moon shone bright and clear
C Am G Am
I knocked upon her window to ease her ache and pain
Am G Am C G Am
She rose, she let me in, then she barred the door again.
Am G Am C G Am
I like your well behavior and thus I often say
G Am C G Am
I won't rest contented, love, while you are far away.
C Am G Am
The roads, they are so muddy, we cannot gang about;
Am G Am C G Am
Come, roll me in your arms, dear, and blow the candles out.
Am G Am C G Am
Your father and your mother In yonder room do lie
G Am C G Am
A-hugging one another, so why not you and I?
C Am G Am
A-hugging one another without no fear nor doubt.
Am G Am C G Am
Come roll me in your arms, dear, and blow the candles out
Am G Am C G Am
And if we prove successful, love, pray name it after me
G Am C G Am
Keep it neat and kiss it sweet, and dap it on your knee.
C Am G Am
When my three years are ended, my time it will be out.
Am G Am C G F Am
Then I'll double my indebtedness by blowing the candles out.
Blowin’ In The Wind (Bob Dylan) 8
G C G C G
How many roads must a man walk down before he’s called a man?
C G Em C Am D7
How many seas must a white dove sail before he sleeps in the sand?
G C G G C G
And how many times must the cannon balls fly before they’re forever banned?
C D7 G Em C D7 G
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind.
G C G C G
How many years can a mountain exist before it’s washed in the sea?
C G Em C Am D7
How many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free?
G C G G C G
And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn’t see:
C D7 G Em C D7 G
G C G C G
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
C G Em C Am D7
How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
G C G G C G
And how many deaths will it take ‘til he knows that too many people have died?
C D7 G Em C D7 G
C D7 G Em C D7 G
Both Sides Now (Joni Mitchell) optional tuning: DADGBD 9
G C G
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
G C G C G C G
Bows and flows of angel hair From win and lose, and still, somehow
C G C G
And ice cream castles in the air It’s love’s illusions I recall
C C D7 G C G C
And feather canyons everywhere I really don’t know love at all.
D7 G C G
I’ve looked at clouds that way. Tears and dreams and feeling proud
G C G C G
But now they only block the sun To say I love you right out loud
C G C
They rain and snow on everyone Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
C D7
So many things I would have done I’ve looked at life that way
D7 G C G
But clouds got in my way But now my friends are acting strange
C G
G C G They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now C
C G C G Well, something’s lost and something’s gained
From up and down and still, somehow, D7
C G In living every day
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
C D7 G C G C G C G
I really don’t know clouds at all. I’ve looked at life from both sides now
C G C G
G C G From win and lose and still, somehow,
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels C G
C G It’s life’s illusions I recall
The dizzy, dancing way you feel C D7 G
C I really don’t know life at all
When every fairy tale comes real
D7
I’ve looked at love that way
G C G
But now it’s just another show
C G
You leave them laughing when you go
C
And if you care, don’t let it show
D7
Don’t give yourself away.
Can’t Help But Wonder (Tom Paxton) 1963 10
C F Am Dm G7 C
It’s a long and a dusty road, it’s a hot and a heavy load, and the folks I meet ain’t always kind.
C F Am Dm
Some are bad and some are good, some have done the best they could,
G7 C
Some have tried to ease my troublin’ mind.
Dm G G7 C Em Am
(Chorus) And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
Dm G7 C
Can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.
C F Am Dm G7 C
I have been around this land, just a-doin’ the best I can, tryin’ to find what I was meant to do.
C F Am Dm G C
And the faces that I see, are as worried as can be, and it looks like they are wonderin’ too.
(Chorus) Dm
C F Am Dm
I had a little gal one time, she had lips like sherry wine,
G7 C
and she loved me till my head went plumb insane.
C F Am Dm
But I was too blind to see, she was a-driftin’ away from me,
G7 C
and one day she left on the mornin’ train.
(Chorus) Dm
C F A Dm G7 C
I’ve got a buddy from home, but he started out to roam, and I hear he’s out by Frisco Bay.
C F Am Dm
And sometimes when I’ve had a few, his voice comes singin’ through,
G7 C
and I’m goin’ out to see him some old day.
(Chorus) Dm
C F Am Dm G7 C
If you see me passing by, and you sit and wonder why, and you wish that you were a rambler, too,
C F A Dm G7
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace ‘em up and bar the door, thank your stars for the roof
C
that’s over you.
(Chorus) Dm
Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies 11
Sing D
G C D7 G C G Em
Come all ye fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court young men
D7 G D G Em C D
They’re like the stars of a summer morning, they’ll first appear and then they’re gone.
C D7 G C G Em
If I had known before I courted I never would have courted none
D7 G D G Em C D
I’d have locked my heart in a box all golden, and fastened it up with a silver pin.
C D7 G C G Em
I wish I were a little swallow, and I had wings and I could fly.
dd
D7 G D G Em C D
I’d fly away to my false-true lover, and when he’d speak I would deny.
C D7 G C G Em
Oh don’t you remember our days of courting, when your head lay on my breast?
D7 G D G Em C D
You could make me believe by the fall of your arms that the sun rose in the West.
C D7 G C G Em
But I am not a little swallow; I have no wings, nor can I fly.
D7 G D G Em C Em
So I’ll sit down here to weep in sorrow, and try to pass my troubles by.
Daddy You Been On My Mind (Bob Dylan) 12
C Am
Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat I’m colorin’
D7
The crossroads I’m standing at
C D7 C
Or maybe it’s the weather, or somethin’ like that,
D7 G7 C‘ G7
Cause, Daddy, you been on my mind.
C Am
I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down, don’t get upset, I am not pleading,
D7
Or sayin’ I can’t forget you
C D7 C
I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
D7 G7 C
Daddy, you been on my mind.
C Am
Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow where you been don’t bother me
D7
Or bring me down in sorrow
C D7 C
It don’t even matter who you’re waking with tomorrow
D7 G7 C
Daddy, you’re just on my mind.
C Am
I am not asking you to say words like yes or no, please understand me
D7
I’m not callin’ for you go go
C D7 C
I’m just breathin’ to myself, pretendin’ not that I don’t know
D7 G7 C
That Daddy, you been on my mind.
C Am
When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror, though you know I won’t be next to you
D7
You know I won’t be near
C D7 C
I’ll just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
D7 G7 C
As someone who’s had you on her mind.
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right Bob Dylan, 1963 (Capo I) 13
C G Am F C G7
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, Babe - it don't matter anyhow
C G Am D7 G G7inv
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, Babe - if you don't know by now
C C7 F D7 C
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and I'll be gone
Am F C G7 C G7
You're the reason I'm travelin' on - but don't think twice, it's all right.
C G Am F C G7
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, Babe - that light I never knowed
C G Am D7 G G7inv
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, Babe - I'm on the dark side of the road
C C7 F
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say,
D7 C
to try and make me change my mind and stay
Am. F. C G7 C G7
We never did too much talkin' anyway, so don't think twice, it's all right.
C G Am F C G7
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, Babe - where I'm bound, I can't tell
C G Am D7 G G7inv
But goodbye's too good a word, Gal - so I'll just say fare thee well
C C7 F D7 C
I ain't sayin' that you treated me unkind, you could have done better, but I don't mind
Am F C G7 C G7
You just kinda wasted my precious time, but don't think twice, it's all right.
C G Am F C G7
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, Gal - like you never did before
C G Am D7 G G7inv
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, Gal - I can't hear you anymore
C C7
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonder'n all the way down the road
F D7
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
C Am F C G7 C (G7, C)
I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul - but don't think twice, it's all right.
Donna, Donna 14
Am E Am E Am Dm F E
On a wagon bound for market there's a calf with a mournful eye
Am E Am E Am Dm E Am
High above him there's a swallow winging swifty through the sky.
G C G C
How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might
G C E Am E Am
Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night - (Donna, donna)
E Am G C
Donna, donna, donna, donna -- donna, donna, donna don.
E Am E Am
Donna donna, donna, donna – donna, donna, donna don.
Am E Am E Am Dm F E
"Stop complaining," said the farmer, "who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with, like the swallow so proud and free?"
G C G C
G C E Am E Am
E Am G C
E Am E Am
Am E Am E Am Dm F E
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why,
But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly.
G C G C
G C E Am E Am
E Am G C
E Am E Am
Fare Thee Well 15
G F G F D7
Oh fare thee well, I must be gone, and leave you for a while
G Em C G
Wherever I go I will return, if I go ten thousand miles.
GCG Em C D7 G
If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand miles.
G F G F D7
Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far to leave me here alone
G Em C G
While I may lie, lament, and cry, and you, you'll not hear my moan
GCG Em C D7 G
And you'll, no you'll and you'll not hear my moan.
G F G F D7
Oh the crow that is so black my love will change his color white
G Em C G
If ever I should prove false to thee, the day, day will turn to night
GCG Em C D7 G
Yes, the day, oh the day, yes the day will turn to night.
G F G F D7
Oh, the rivers never will run dry, or the rocks melt with the sun
G Em C G
I'll never prove false to the boy I love, 'til all, all these things be done
GCG Em C D7 G
'Til all, 'til all, 'til all these things be done.
Freight Train 16
C G7 C G7
Freight train, freight train, goin’ so fast Freight train, freight train, comin’ round the bend
C C
Freight train, freight train, goin’ so fast Freight train, freight train, gone again
E E7 F F6 E E7 F F6
I don’t care what train I’m on One of these days turn that train around
C G7 C G7 C G7 C G7
As long as it keeps rollin’ on Go back to my hometown
C G7 C G7
When I die just bury me deep One more place I’d love to be
C C
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street One more sight I’d love to see
E E7 F F6 E E7 F F6
So I can’t hear old Number Nine To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountains climb
C G7 C G7 C G7 C G7
As she rolls down the line As I ride old Number Nine
C G7 C G7
When I’m dead and in my grave Freight train, freight train, goin’ so fast
C C
No more good times will I crave Freight train freight train, goin’ so fast
E E7 F F6 E E7 F F6
Marble slab at my head and feet Please don’t tell what train I’m on
C G7 C G7 C G7 C
Tell the world that I’ve gone to sleep So they won’t know where I’ve gone
Goodman, Schweiner, and Chaney (Tom Paxton) 1965 17
Em D Em D
The night air is heavy, no cool breezes blow, the sounds of the voices are worried and low
Em A Em D Em
Desparately wondering and desperate to know about Goodman and Schweiner and Chaney.
Em D Em D
Calm desperation and flickering hope, reality grapples like a hand on the throat
Em A Em D Em
For you live in the shadow of ten feet of rope, if you're Goodman or Schweiner or Chaney.
Em D Em D
The Pearl River was dragged and two bodies were found, but it was a blind alley for both men were brown,
Em A Em D Em
So they all shrugged their shoulders, and the search it went on for Goodman and Schweiner and Chaney.
Em D Em D
Pull out the dead bodies from the ooze of the dam; take the bodies to Jackson all according to plan,
Em A Em D Em
With the one broken body do the best that you can. It's the body of young James Chaney.
Em D Em D
The nation was outraged and shocked through and through. Call J. Edgar Hoover, he'll know what to do
Em A Em D Em
For they murdered two white men, and a colored boy, too: Goodman and Schweiner and Chaney.
Em D Em D
James Chaney, your body exploded in pain, and the beating they gave you is pounding my brain,
Em A Em D Em
And they murdered much more with their dark, bloody chain, and the body of pity lies bleeding.
Em D Em D
The potbellied copper shook hands all around, and joked with the rednecks who came into town,
Em A Em D Em
And they swore that the murderers soon would be found; and they laughed as they spat their tobacco.
Henry Martin (Capo I) 18
Am E Am Dm C E
There were three brothers in Merry Scotland, in Merry Scotland there were three
Am Dm C E
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
Am C G Am
For to turn robber all on the salt sea.
Am E Am Dm C E
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin, the youngest of all the three
Am Dm C E
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea
Am C G Am
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
Am E Am Dm C E
They had not been sailing but a long winter’s night and part of a short winter’s day
Am Dm C E
When he espied a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship
Am C G Am
Come a bibbing down on him straight away.
Am E Am Dm C E
“Hello, hello,” cried Henry Martin, “what makes you sail so nigh?”
Am Dm C E
“I’m a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, London Town, London Town.
Am C G Am
“Would you please for to let me pass by?”
Am E Am Dm C E
“Oh no, oh no,” cried Henry Martin, ” this thing it never could be.”
Am Dm C E
“For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
Am C G Am
For to maintain my two brothers and me.”
Am E Am Dm C E
“Come lower your tops’l and brail up your mizzen, bring your ship under my lee,
Am Dm C E
“Or I will give to you a full cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball,
Am C G Am
“And all your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.”
Am E Am Dm C E
“Oh no, we won’t lower our lofty topsail, nor bring our ship under your lee,
Am Dm C E
“And you shan’t take from us our rich merchant goods, merchant goods, merchant goods,
Am C G Am
“Nor point our bold guns to the sea.”
Am E Am Dm C E
And broadside and broadside and at it they went, for fully two hours or three
Am Dm C E
‘Til Henry Martin gave to them the death shot, the death shot, the death shot,
Am C G Am
And straight to the bottom went she.
Am E Am Dm C E
Bad news, bad news, to Old England came, bad news to fair London Town
Am Dm C E
There’s been a rich vessel and she’s cast away, cast away, cast away
Am C G Am
And all of her merry men drowned.
I Know Where I’m Going (Trad. Scot.) 19
D A7
I know where I’m going, and I know who’s going with me;
D F#m B Em7 A A7
I know who I love and my dear knows who I’ll marry.
D A7
Well, I have stockings of silk and shoes of bright green leather,
D F#m B Em7 A A7
Combs to buckle my hair, and a ring for every finger.
D A7
Feather beds are soft and painted rooms are bonnie,
D F#m B Em7 A A7
But, I would trade them all for my handsome, winsome Johnny.
D A7
Now, some say he’s bad, but I say he’s bonnie,
D F#m B Em7 A D
Fairest of them all is my handsome, winsome Johnny.
If I Had Wings (Yarrow/Yardley) 20
C F C F
If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly
C FG
The bird sings, no one asks why
C Em F Em F
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
Em
If you see somethin’ else
F
Keep your thoughts to yourself
G C
I’ll fly free then.
C F C F
Yesterday’s eyes see their colors fading away
C FG
They see their sun turning to gray
C Em F Em F
You can’t share in a dream that you don’t believe in
Em
If you say that you see
F
And pretend to be me
G C
You won’t be then.
C F C F
How can you ask if I’m happy goin’ my way?
C FG
You might as well ask a child to play
C Em F Em F
There’s no need to discuss, or understand, me
Em
I won’t ask of myself
F
To become somethin’ else
G C
I’ll just be me.
C F C F
If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly
C FG
The bird sings, no one ask why
C Em F Em F
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
Em
If you see somethin’ else
F
Keep your thoughts to yourself
G C
I’ll fly free then.
Is There Anybody Here? 21
G Em
Is there anybody here who’d like to change his clothes into a uniform?
C E C D7
Is there anybody here who thinks they’re only serving on a raging storm?
G Bm G Bm
Is there anybody here, with glory in their eye, loyal to the end, whose duty is to die?
C D G
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck, I want to shake his hand,
C D G
want to call his name, put a medal on the man.
G Em
Is there anybody here who’d like to wrap a flag around an early grave?
C E C D7
Is there anybody here who thinks they’re standing taller on a battle wave?
G Bm G Bm
Is there anybody here who’d like to do his part, soldier to the world and hero to his heart?
C D G
C D G
Em D Em A7 D
Is there anybody here, proud of the parade, who’d like to give a cheer and show they’re not afraid?
B7 Em A7 D
I’d like to ask him what he’s trying to defend -- I’d like to ask him what he think’s he’s going to win
G Em
Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame?
C E C D7
Is there anybody here who wouldn’t mind a murder by another name?
G Bm G Bm
Is there anybody here, whose pride is on the line, with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind?
C D G
C D G
Em D Em A7 D
Is there anybody here so proud of the parade, who’d like to give a cheer and show they’re not afraid?
B7 Em A7 D7
I’d like to ask him what he’s trying to defend -- I’d like to ask him what he think’s he going to win.
G Em
Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame?
C E C D7
Is there anybody here who wouldn’t mind a murder by another name?
G Bm G Bm
Is there anybody here, whose pride is on the line, with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind?
C D G
C D G
going to call his name, put a medal on the man,
Put a medal on the man.

John Riley (Bob Gibson/Ricky Neff, 1961) 22
Dm G Dm G Dm
Fair young maid all in a garden. Strange young man he pass-ed by.
F C Em Dm
Said, "Fair young maid, will you marry me?" This then, sir, was her reply.
G Dm G Dm
Oh no, kind sir, I cannot marry you, for I've a love who sails across the sea.
F C Em Dm
He's been gone for seven years, still, no man shall marry me.
Dm G Dm G Dm
What if he's in some battle slain, or drown-ed in the deep salt sea?
F C Em Dm
What if he's found another love, and they both married be?
Dm G Dm G Dm
If he's in some battle slain, then I shall die, and know not when.
F C Em Dm
Or if he drowned in the deep salt sea, I'll be true to his memory.
Dm G Dm G Dm
And if he's found another love, and they both married be,
F C Em Dm
I wish them health, and happiness, where they dwell far across the sea.
Dm G Dm G Dm
He picked her up, high in his arms, and kisses gave her one, two, three.
F C Em Dm
Said, "Weep no more, my own true love, I am your long lost John Riley."
F C Em Dm
Said, "Weep no more, my own true love, I am your long lost John Riley."
Johnny, I Hardly Knew You
23
Em Em
With your guns and drums and drums and guns You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg
G G
Hurroo, Hurroo Hurroo, hurroo
Em Em
With your guns and drums and guns and drums You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg
G B7 G B7
Hurroo, Hurroo Hurroo, hurroo
G D G D
With your guns and drums and drums and guns You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg
C B7 C B7
The enemy nearly slew you You're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg
Em A C D Em A C D
Oh my darling dear you look so queer And you'll have to be put with a bowl to beg
Em Em
Johnny, I hardly knew you. Johnny, I hardly knew you.
Em Em
Where are your legs that used to run? They're rolling out the guns again
G G
Hurroo, hurroo Hurroo, hurroo
Em Em
Where are your legs that used to run? They're rolling out the guns again
G B7 G B7
Hurroo, hurroo Hurroo, hurroo
G D G D
Where are your legs that used to run They're rolling out the guns again
C B7 C B7
When first you learned to carry a gun But they'll never take our sons again
Em A C D Em A C D
Oh I fear your dancing days are done No, They'll never take our sons again
Em Em
Johnny, I hardly knew you. Johnny, I'm swearing to you.
Em
With your guns and drums and drums and guns
G
Hurroo, Hurroo
Em
With your guns and drums and guns and drums
G B7
Hurroo, Hurroo
G D
With your guns and drums and drums and guns
C B7
The enemy nearly slew you
Em A C D
Oh my darling dear you look so queer
Em
Johnny, I hardly knew you.
Kilgarry Mountain 24
G Em
As I was a goin’ over Kilgarry Mountain,
C G
I saw Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin’
Em
I drew forth my pistols and I rattled my sabers sayin’,
C G
“Stand and deliver for I am the Bold Deceiver”
D7 G C G D7 G
Mush a rim, digum da, whack fall the laddio, whack fall the laddio, there’s whisky in the jar.
G Em
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
C G
I took the money home to my darlin’, lovin’ Jenny
Em
Jenny said she loved me, and she never would deceive me,
C G
but the devil’s in the women and they always lie so easy
D7 G C G D7 G
G Em
I went to my chamber for to take a slumber
C G
To dream of golden girls and of course it was no wonder
Em
Jenny took me charges and filled them up with water
C G
And called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter
D7 G C G D7 G
G Em
Next mornin’ early, before I rose to travel
C G
There came a band of footmen, and likewise Colonel Farrell
Em
I drew forth my pistols for she’d stolen my rapier
C G
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn’t shoot the water
D7 G C G D7 G
G Em
They took me to the jail with a judge all a-writin’
C G
For robbin’ Colonel Farrell up on Kilgarra Mountain
Em
But they didn’t take my fists so I knocked the jailer down
C G
And bid a farewell to that tight-fisted town
D7 G C G D7 G
G Em
I’d like to find my brother, the one that’s in the Army
C G
But I don’t know where he’s stationed, in Cork or in Killarny
Em
Together we’d go rovin’ o’re the mountains of Killkenny
C G
And I swear he’d treat me fairer than me darlin’, sportin’ Jenny
D7 G C G D7 G
G Em
Some take delight in the carriages and rollin’
C G
Some take delight in the hurley or the bowlin’
Em
I take delight in the juice of the barley
C G
And courtin’ pretty girls in the morning OH so early
D7 G C G D7 G
Lou Marsh Phil Ochs 1963 25
Em Am B7
On the streets of New York City, when the hour was getting late,
Em Am B7
There were young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate,
Em G B7 Em
And Lou Marsh stepped between them, and died there in his tracks,
D
For one man is no army when a city turns its back,
G Am
And now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark,
D Em
So keep an eye on shadows, and never pass the park.
G Am
For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight,
D Em
And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night.
Em Am B7
He left behind the chambers of the church he served so long
Em Am B7
For he'd learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrong,
Em G B7 Em
His church became an alley, and his pulpit was a street,
D
And he made his congregation from the boys he used to meet,
G Am
D Em
G Am
D Em
Em Am B7
There were two gangs approaching in Spanish Harlem town,
Em Am B7
The smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid down.
Em G B7 Em
He felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their lives,
D
And the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knives,
G Am
D Em
G Am
D Em
Em Am B7
Will Lou Marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave?
Em Am B7
Will his memory still linger on in those he tried to save?
Em G B7 Em
And all of us who knew him will now and then recall,
D
And shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all,
G Am
D Em
G Am
D Em
Mary Hamilton (capo 1) 26
G C G
Word is to the kitchen gone
G D G C G
And word is to the hall She put not on her robes of black
C G Em G D
And word is up to madam the Queen Nor her robes of brown
G D G C G Em
And that’s the worst of all But she put on her robes of white
C G Em G D G
That Mary Hamilton’s born a babe To ride into Glasgow Town
G D G
To the highest Stuart of all
G C G
And as she rode into Glasgow Town
G C G G D
Arise, arise Mary Hamilton The city for to see
G D C G Em
Arise and tell to me The bailiff’s wife and the provost’s wife
C G Em G D G
What thou has done with thy wee babe Cried ach and alas for thee
G D G
I saw and heard weep by thee
G C G
Ah, you need not weep for me, she cried
G C G G D
I put him in a tiny boat You need not weep for me
G D C G Em
And cast him out to sea For had I not slain my own wee babe
C G Em G D G
That he might sink or he might swim This death I would not dee
G D G
But he’d never come back to me
G C G
G C G Ah little did my mother think
Arise, arise Mary Hamilton G D
G D When first she cradled me
Arise and come with me C G Em
C G Em The lands I was to travel in
There is a wedding in Glasgow Town G D G
G D G And the death I was to dee
This night we’ll go and see
G C G
Last night I washed the Queen’s feet
G D
And put the gold in her hair
C G Em
And the only reward I find for this
G D G
The gallows to be my share
G C G
Cast off, cast off my gown, she cried
G D
But let my petticoat be
C G Em
And tie a napkin’ round my face
G D G
The gallows I would not see
G C G
Then by and come the King himself
G D
Looked up with a pitiful eye
C G Em
Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton
G D G
Tonight you’ll dine with me
G C G
Ah, hold your tongue, my sovereign liege
G D
And let your folly be
C G Em
For if you’d a mind to save my life
G D G
You’d never have shamed me here
G C G
Last night there were four Marys
G D
Tonight there’ll be but three
C G Em
There was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seton,
G D G
And Mary Carmichael, and me
Mr. Tamborine Man Bob Dylan 27
F G C F C F Dm G
Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to
F G C F C F Dm G C FC
Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me, in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you.
F G C F C F
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand,
C F Dm G
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
F G C F C F
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet, I have no one to meet
C F Dm G
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.
F G C F C F Dm G
F G C F C F
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship, my senses have been stripped,
C F C F
my hands can’t feel to grip, my toes too numb to step,
C F Dm G
wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
F G C F C F
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade, into my own parade,
C F Dm G
Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it.
F G C F C F Dm G
F G C F C F Dm G C F C
F G C F
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun
C F C F
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the run,
C F Dm G
And but for the sky there are no fences facing.
F G C F C F
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, to your tamborine in time,
C F C F
it’s just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn’t pay it any mind,
C F G
It’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing.
F G C F C F Dm G
F G C F
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
C F C F C F
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees,
C F C F Dm G
Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
F G C F C F
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea,
C F C F C F
circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
C Dm G
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
F G C F C F Dm G
Nine Hundred Miles 28
Am
I am riding on this train
Em Am
There are tears in my eyes
Trying to read a letter from my home
Em Am
If this train runs me right, I’ll be home Saturday night
Em Am
For I’m nine hundred miles from my home
(Chorus)
E7 Am
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
E7 Am
It’s that long lonesome train whistling down
Am
Well this train I ride on
Em Am
Is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Em Am
And the lonesome whistle call Is the mournfullest of all
Em Am
‘Cause it’s nine hundred miles from my home
(Chorus)
Am
Well, I’ll pawn you my watch
Em Am
And I’ll pawn you my chain
I’ll pawn you my gold diamond ring
Em Am
For if this train runs me right I’ll be home Saturday night
Em Am
‘Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home
(Chorus)
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ORPHANS OF WEALTH 29
Don Mclean (1970) Tune: EADGBD, Capo on 5th fret
G D G Em
There is no time to discuss or debate
C D G
What is right, what is wrong for our people
G D G Em
Time has run out for all those who wait
C D G
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
(Chorus) G Em C D7
And the rain falls and blows through their window
G Em C D7
And the snow falls and blows through their door
G Em C D7
And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation
G Em C G
When the tides rise, they cover the floor
G D G Em
And they come from the north and they come from the south
C D G
And they come from the hills and the valleys
G D G Em
And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans
C D G
Our census neglected to tally (Chorus)
G D G Em
And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
C D G
Hungry and hopeless Americans
G D G Em
The Orphans of Wealth and of adequate health
C D G
Disowned by this nation they live in
G D G Em
And with weather-worn hands on bread lines they stand
C D G
Yet but one more degradation
G D Em
Yes, and they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
C D G
This thriving and prosperous nation (Chorus)
G D G Em
And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
C D G
Infested, diseased, and decaying
G D G Em
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
C D G
By the poisonous pools they are playing
G D G Em
In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
C D G
With corpses breathing inside them
G D G Em
Oh yes, and we pity their plight as they call in the night
C D D G
And we do all that we can do to hide them
G Em C D7
(Outro) And the rain falls and blows through their window
G Em C D7
And the snow falls in white drifts that fold
G Em C D
and the tides rise, with floods in the nursery
G Em C D
and a child is crying, he’s hungry and cold
C D C D
his life has been sold, his young face looks old
C D G
it’s the face of America dying
Pretty Peggy-O (Capo I) 30
C F C Em C
As we marched down to Finerio, as we marched down to Finerio
Am G Am C Am F C
The Captain fell in love with a lady like a dove, and they called her by her name, Pretty Peggy- O
C F C Em C
What will your mother think, Pretty Peggy-O, what will your mother think, Pretty Peggy-O?
Am G Am C Am F C
What will your mother think, just to hear the guineas clink, and the soldiers all marching before you-O.
C F C Em C
You shall ride in a coach, Pretty Peggy-O, you shall ride in a coach, Pretty Peggy-O
Am G C Am C Am F C
You shall ride in a coach with your true love by your side, as fair as any lady in the a-re-o.
C F C Em C
Come stepping down the stair, Pretty Peggy-O, come stepping down the stair, Pretty Peggy-O
Am G Am C Am F C
Come stepping down the stair combing down your yellow hair, to bid farewell to sweet William- O.
C F C Em C
Sweet William he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O, sweet William he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
Am G Am C Am F C
Sweet William he is dead, and he died for a maid, the fairest in all of the a-re-o.
C F C Em C
Sweet William he is gone, Pretty Peggy-O, sweet William he is gone Pretty Peggy-O
Am G Am C Am F C
Sweet William he is gone, and he died for a maid, we buried him in the country-O.
C F C Em C
If ever I return, Pretty Peggy-O, if ever I return, Pretty Peggy-O
Am G Am C Am F C
If ever I return all your cities I will burn, and destroy all the ladies in the a-re-o.
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Pretty Polly 31
Em
I courted pretty Polly the live-long night
G
I courted pretty Polly the live-long night
Em Am Em
And left her next morning, before it was light
Em
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me.
G
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Em Am Em
Before we get married some pleasures to see.
Em
She jumped on behind him and away they did go
G
She jumped on behind him and away they did go
Em Am Em
Over the hills and the valley below.
Em
They went a little farther and what did they spy?
G
They went a little farther and what did they spy?
Em Am Em
But a new dug grave with a spade lying by.
Em
“Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m afraid of your ways!”
G
“Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m afraid of your ways!”
Em Am Em
“I’m afraid you will lead my poor body astray!”
Em
“Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you’ve guessed just about right.”
G
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you’ve guessed just about right”
Em Am Em
“I dug on your grave for the most of last night.”
Em
He throwed her on the ground and she broke into tears
G
He throwed her on the ground and she broke into tears
Em Am Em
She throwed her arms around him and trembled with fear.
Em
“There’s no time to talk now, there’s no time to stand.”
G
“There’s no time to talk now, there’s no time to stand.”
Em Am Em
He drew out his knife all in his right hand.
Em
He stabbed her in the heart and the blood it did flow.
G
He stabbed her in the heart and the blood it did flow.
Em Am Em
And into the grave pretty Polly did go.
Em
He threw on some dirt and he started for home
G
He threw on some dirt and he started for home
Em Am Em
Leaving none back behind but the wild birds to moan.
Em
Now a debt to the devil Willie must pay
G
Now a debt to the devil Willie must pay
Em Am Em
For killing pretty Polly and running away.
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Rickety-Tickety-Tin Tom Lehrer (Capo II) 33
Am G Am
About a maid I’ll sing a song, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
About a maid I’ll sing a song, she didn’t have her family long
G Am Dm Am G Am G
Not only did she do them wrong, she did every one of them in, them in
Am G Am
She did every one of them in.
Am G Am
One morning in a fit of pique, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
One morning in a fit of pique she drowned her father in the creek
G Am Dm Am G Am G
The water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin, with gin
Am G Am
And we had to make do with gin.
Am G Am
Her mother she could never stand, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned
G Am Dm Am G Am G
Her mother died with a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Am G Am
And her face in a hideous grin.
Am G Am
She set her sister’s hair on fire, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
She set her sister’s hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames grew higher
G Am Dm Am G Am G
She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, o-lin,
Am G Am
Playing a violin.
Am G Am
She weighted her brother down with stones, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
She weighted her brother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones
G Am Dm Am G Am G
And all they ever found were some bones, and occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Am G Am
And occasional pieces of skin.
Am G Am
One day when she had nothing to do, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two
G Am Dm Am G Am G
And served him up in an Irish stew, and invited the neighbors in, bors-in,
Am G Am
And invited the neighbors in.
Am G Am
And when at last the police came by, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
And when at last the police came by, her little pranks she could not deny
G Am Dm Am G Am G
For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin
Am G Am
And lying, she knew, was a sin.
Am G Am
My tragic tale I’ll not prolong, sing rickety-tickety-tin
Dm Am G Am
My tragic tale I’ll not prolong, and if you did not enjoy my song
G Am Dm Am G Am G
You’ve yourselves to blame if it was too long, you should never have let me begin, begin
Am G Am
You should never have let me begin.
Roddy M’Corley (Capo 4) 34
G Em C G
Oh see the fleet foot hosts of men, who speed with faces wan
G C G C Am D7
From farmstead, and from fisher’s cot, upon the banks of Bann.
G C G Em Am D7
They come, with vengeance in their eyes, too late, too late are they
G Em C G
For young Roddy M’Corley goes to die, on the Bridge of Toome today.
G Em C G
Up the narrow street he stepped, smiling and proud and young;
G C G Em Am D7
About the hemp-rope on his neck the golden ringlets clung.
G C G Em Am D7
There’s never a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright are they
G Em C C(E bass) G
As young Roddy M’Corley goes to die, on the Bridge of Toome today.
G Em C G
When last he stepped up that street, his shining pike in hand,
G C G C Am D7
Behind him, marched in grim array a stalwart, earnest band.
G C G Em Am D7
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray
G Em C C(E bass) G
And young Roddy M’Corley goes to die, on the Bridge of Toome today.
G Em C G
There is never one of all your dead, more bravely fell in fray
G C G Em Am D7
Than he, who marches to his fate on the Bridge of Toome today.
G C G Em Am D7
True to the last, true to the last, he treads the upward way,
G Em C C(A bass) G
For young Roddy M’Corley goes to die, on the Bridge of Toome today.
Silver Dagger (tune DADGBD) 35
D G
Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother
D Em
She’s sleeping here, close by my side
C D
And in her right hand, she holds a dagger
Em C D
She says that I shan’t be your bride
D G
All men are false says my mother
D Em
They’ll tell you wicked lovin’ lies
C D
And the very next evening court some other
Em C D
Leaving you alone to pine and sigh
D G
My father is a handsome devil
D Em
He’s got a chain, five miles long
C D
On every link a heart does dangle
Em C D
Of some poor girl he’s loved and gone
D G
I wish I was a little sparrow
D Em
And one of those that flies so high
C D
I’d fly away to my false true lover
Em C D
And when he spoke, I would deny
D G
Go court some other tender lady
D Em
I hope that she will be your wife
C D
For I’ve been warned and I’ve decided
Em C D
To sleep alone all of my life
The Bells of Rhymney 36
G C G A G
Oh, what will you give me? say the sad bells of Rhymney
F Am D
Is there hope for the future? say the brown bells of Merthyr
G F Am D
Who made the mine owner? say the black bells of Rhondda
G C G Am G D7 G
And who robbed the miner? say the grim bells of Blaina
G C G D G
They will plunder, willy-nilly, say the bells of Carphilly
F Am D
They have fangs, they have teeth, say the loud bells of Neath
G F Am D
Even God is uneasy, say the moist bells of Swansea
G C G Am G D7 G
And what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney
G C G D G
Throw the vandals in court, say the bells of Newport
F Am D
All will be well if if if if . . . say the green bells of Cardiff
G F (Am) G
Why so worried, sisters, why? Sang the silver bells of Wye
G C G Am G D7 G
Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney
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The Calton Weaver Ewan MacColl (Capo II) 37
C Am F G Am Em F G
I’m a weaver, a calton weaver, I’m a rash and a roving blade
F Em F G C Am F G
I’ve got silver in my pockets, I’ll go and follow the roving trade.
C Am F G7 Am Em F G7
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-O
F Em F G7 C Am F G
I’ve got silver in my pockets, I’ll go and follow wherever you go.
C Am F G Am Em F G
As I came in by Glasgow city, Nancy whisky I chanced to smell
F Em F G C Am F G
I went in and I sat down beside her, seven long years I loved her well.
C Am F G Am Em F G
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her, the more I loved her, the more she smiled
F Em F G C Am F G
So I forgot my mother’s teaching - Nancy whisky had me beguiled.
C Am F G Am Em F G
F Em F G7 C Am F G7
C Am F G Am Em F G
I woke up early in the morning, to slake my thirst it was my need
F Em F G C Am F G
I tried to rise, but I was not able, Nancy whisky had me by the head.
C Am F G Am Em F G
“Come, landlady, what’s the lawin’? Tell me what there is to pay.”
F Em F G C Am F G
“Fifteen shillings is the reckoning. Pay me quickly, and go away.”
C Am F G Am Em F G
F Em F. G C Am F G7
C Am F G Am Em F G
I’ll go back to calton weaving, I’ll surely make the shuttles fly.
F Em F G C Am F G
For I’ll make more at calton weaving than ever I did in the roving way.
C Am F G Am Em F G
Come all ye weavers, ye calton weavers, and all ye weavers where’ere ye be
F Em F G C Am F C
Beware of whisky, Nancy whisky. She’ll ruin you as she’s ruined me.
The First Time (Ewan MacColl) 38
E B7 E G#min A
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes
E F#min B7 E D A E
And the moon and stars were the gift you gave to the dark and empty skies, my love
D B7 E
To the dark and empty skies.
E B7 E G#min A
The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth move in my hand
E F#min B7 E D A E
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird that was there at my command, my love
D B7 E
Thatt was there at my command.
E B7 E G#min A
The first time ever I lay with you and felt your heart beat close to mine
E F#min B7 E D A E
I thought our joy would fill the earth and last ‘til the end of time, my love
D B7 E
And last ‘til the end of time.
G#min F#min
The Fox 39
D D A7 D A7 D
A fox went out on a hungry plight And the fox is off to his den O, den O den O."
A7 G D
And begged of the moon to give him light Crying, "John, John, the gray goose is gone,
D G A7 D
He'd a long, long way to go that night And the fox is off to his den O".
D A7 D
Before he reached the town O,
A7 D D
Town O, town O, Then John went up to the top of the hill,
G D A7
He'd a long, long way to go that night And he blew a blast both loud and shrill.
A7 D D G
Before he reached the town, O. Says the fox, "That's very pretty music,
D A7 D A7 D
D Still I'd rather be in my den O, den O, den O."
At last he came to the farmer's yard G D
A7 Says the fox, " that's very pretty music,
Where the ducks and the geese declared it hard A7 D
D Still, I'd rather be in my den O."
That their nerves should be shaken and
G
their rest be marred
D A7 D A7 D D
By a visit from Mr. Fox O, fox O, fox O, At last Mr. Fox got home to his den,
G A7
That their nerves should be shaken and To his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten.
D D G
their rest be marred Says he, "We're in luck, here's a big fat
A7 D D A7 D
By a visit from Mr. Fox O. duck with his legs all dangling down O,
A7 D
D Down O, down O".
He seized the gray goose by the sleeve; G D
A7 Says he, "We're in luck, here's a big fat
Says he, "Mrs. Goose, and by your leave, A7 D
D G duck with his legs all dangling down O.
I'll carry you away without reprieve,
D A7 D
And take you away to my den O,
A7 D D
Den O, Den O, Then Mister Fox sat down with his wife,
G D A7
I'll carry you away without reprieve, And they did very well without fork and knife.
A7 D D G
And take you away to my den O". They never ate a better supper in their life,
D A7 D
D And the little ones picked on the bones O,
Then Old Mrs. Flipper Flapper jumped out of A7 D
bed Bones O, bones O,
A7 G D
And out of her window she popped her head They never ate a better supper in their life,
D G A7 D
Crying, "John, John, the gray goose is gone, And the little ones picked on the bones, O
The Great Mandella Peter Yarrow 40
A C G
So I told him that he’d better shut his mouth and do his job like a man
E7 A
And he answered, “Listen, Father. I will never kill another.”
C G
He thinks he’s better than his brother that died
F# G E7 A
What the hell does he think he’s doing to his father, who brought him up right?
A Em C D7' Em
Take your place on the great Mandella as it moves through your brief moment of time
C Em D7' Am Am6
Win or lose now, you must choose now, and if you lose, you’re only losing your life.
A C G
Tell the jailer not to bother with his meal of bread and water today
E7 A
He is fasting ‘til the killing’s over
C G
He’s a martyr, he thinks he’s a prophet, but he’s a coward, he’s just playing a game
F# G E7 A
He can’t do it, he can’t change it, it’s been going on for ten thousand years.
A Em C D7' Em
C Em D7' Am Am6
Win or lose now, you must choose now, and if you lose, you’re only losing your life.
A C G
Tell the people they are safe now, hunger stopped him, he lies still in his cell
E7 A
Death has gagged his accusations
C G
We are free now, we can kill now, we can hate now, now we can end the world
F# G E7 A
We’re not guilty, he was crazy, and it’s been going on for ten thousand years.
A Em C D7' Em
C Em D7' Am Am6
Win or lose now, you must choose now, and if you lose, you’ve only wasted your life
D7' sus2 (Add Bb)

House of the Rising Sun 41
Dm A7 Dm Bb C F A7
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
Dm Dm7 Dm6 Bb Dm
It has been the ruin of many poor girls
A7 Dm
And me, oh Lord, am one.
Dm A7 Dm Bb C F A7
If I had listened to what my mama said, I'd be at home today,
Dm Dm7 Dm6 Bb Dm
But I was young, and foolish, oh Lord,
A7 Dm
And a gambler led me astray.
Dm A7Dm Bb C F A7
Go tell my baby sister: don't do what I have done,
Dm Dm7 Dm6 Bb Dm
To shun that house in New Orleans
A7 Dm
They call the Rising Sun.
Dm A7 Dm Bb C F A7
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run.
Dm Dm7 Dm6 Bb Dm
I'm going back to end my life
A7 Dm
Beneath the Rising Sun.
Dm7 Dm6 Bb
The Klan (Alan Grey and D. Grey, 1951) 42
Em G
The countryside was cold and still, there was a cross upon the hill
Em C Em
And this cross wore a burning hood to hide it’s rotten heart of wood
Em7 Am B7 Em
Father, I hear the iron sound of hoofbeats on the frozen ground.
Em G
Down from the hills the riders came. Jesus, it was a crying shame
Em C Em
To see the blood upon their whips, and hear the snarling of their lips
Em7 Am B7 Em
Mother, I feel a stabbing pain, blood flows down like a summer rain.
Em G
Now each one wore a mask of white to hide his cruel face from sight
Em C Em
And each one sucked a little breath out of the empty lungs of death
Em7 Am B7 Em
Sister, lift my bloody head, it’s so lonesome to be dead.
Em G
Now he who travels with the Klan is a monster, not a man
Em C Em
For underneath that white disguise I have looked into his eyes
Em7 Am B7 Em
Brother, will you stand with me? It’s not easy to be free.
The Lass From the Low Country (Trad. Scot.) 43
Am Em Dm Am A7 Dm
Oh, she was a lass from the low country, and he was a lord of high degree
Am Em Dm Am E E7
And she loved his lordship so tenderly. Oh sorrow, sing sorrow -
Am G F Am
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
Dm Am E E7 Am
And no one knows she loved him but herself and God.
Am Em Dm Am A7 Dm
One day when the snow was on the mead, he pass-ed by on a milk-white steed
Am Em Dm Am E E7
She spoke to him low, but he paid no heed. Oh sorrow, sing sorrow -
Am G F Am
Dm Am E E7 Am
And no one know she loved him but herself and God.
Am Em Dm Am A7 Dm
So if you be a lass from the low country, don't love no lord of high degree
Am Em Dm Am E E7
For they ain't got no heart nor no sympathy. Oh sorrow, sing sorrow -
Am G F Am
Dm Am E E7 Am
And no one knows she loved him but herself and God.
The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo Phil Ochs (tune DADGBE) 44
Em D
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning
C D C D Em
And the fish take flight, and scatter from the site, their courses turning
D
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest the sea is churning
C D C D Em
The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
Em D
The fishermen sweat, they’re pausing at their nets, the day’s a’warming
C D C D Em
As the warships sway, and thunder in the bay loud in the morning
D
But the boy on the shore’s throwing pebbles no more, he runs a warning
C D C D Em
That the Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
Em D
The streets are still, there’s silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
C D C D Em
And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn, the fields they’re keeping
D
As the first troops land and step into the sand the flags are weeping
C D C D Em
Em D
The unsmiling sun is shining down upon the singing soldiers
C D C D Em
In the cloud-dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they’re getting bolder
D
Ah, the old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders
C D C D Em
Em D
Ready for the treks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
C D C D Em
And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear’s unfolding
D
All the young wives, afraid, turn their backs to the parade with babes they’re holding
C D C D Em
Em D
A bullet cracks a sound, the Army hits the ground, the sniper's calling
C D C D Em
So they open up their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
D
He clutches at his head, and totters on the edge, look now, he’s falling
C D C D Em
Em D
In the Red Plaza Square the crowds come to stare, the heat is leaning
C D C D Em
And the eyes of the dead are turning every head to the widow’s screaming
D
But the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
C D C D Em
Em D
Up and down the coast the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
C D C D Em
And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the doors to see who’s winning
D
But the traitors will pretend that its getting near the end when its beginning
C D C D Em
Em D
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle ack and forth, the sand is burning
C D C D Em
And the fish take flight, and scatter from the site, their courses turning
D
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest the sea is churning
C D C D Em
Em
The Power and the Glory Phil Ochs 45
G7 C Em Am G7 C Em Am G7
C’mon and take a walk with me thru this green and growin’ land,
C Em Am G7 Dm7 Dm6 Dm
Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand,
Dm7 Dm Dm7 Dm
Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains,
F G
Walk thru the sun and walk thru the rain for
Chorus
Am Em
Here is a land full of power and glory
Am G7
Beauty that words cannot recall
C Em
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom
Am G7
Her glory shall rest on us all
Am G7 C
[last time] Yes, her glory shall rest on us all.
From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too
C Em Am (G) Dm7 Dm6 Dm
Virginia to Alaska, from the old to the new
Dm7 Dm Dm7 Dm
Texas and Ohio to the California shore
F G
Tell me who could ask for more? For
Chorus
Yet she’s only as rich as the poorest of the poor
C Em Am Dm7 Dm6 Dm
Only as free as a padlocked prison door
Dm7 Dm6 Dm7
Only as strong as our love for this land
F G
Only as tall as we stand for
Chorus
C’mon and take a walk with me thru this green and growin’ land,
C Em Am G7 Dm7 Dm6 Dm
Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand,
Dm7 Dm Dm7 Dm
Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains,
F G
Walk thru the sun and walk thru the rain for
Chorus
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The Ringing of Revolution (tune DADGBE) Phil Ochs 1965 46
D Em D Em D Em D
In a building of gold, with riches untold, live the families of which the country was founded,
D Em D Em D Em A
And the merchants of style, with their vain, velvet smiles, were there, for they also were hounded,
D Em D Em D Em F#m
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last, for the building was fully surrounded,
D Em D Em D
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
Sadly they stared, and sank in their chairs, and searched for a comforting notion,
D Em D Em D Em A
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall, as they shook in doubtful devotion.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
The icecubes would clink as they freshened their drink, wet their minds in bitter emotion,
D Em D Em D
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared, cried minds taken with treasure.
D Em D Em D Em A
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame, and pain was prevented by pleasure.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
The world, cold and gray, was so far away, in distance only money could measure.
D Em D Em D
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
And the clouds filled the room in darkening doom as the crooked smoke-rings were rising.
D Em D Em D Em A
"How long will it take?", "How can we escape?", someone askes, but no one's advising.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
And the quivering floor responds to the roar in a shake no longer surprising,
D Em D Em D
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
So softly they moan, "Please leave us alone!", as back and forth they are pacing.
D Em D Em D Em A
And they cover their ears and try not to hear, with pillows of silk they're embracing.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
The crackling crowd is laughing out loud, peeking in at the target they're chasing,
D Em D Em D
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
With compromise sway we gave it half away when we saw that rebellion was growing.
D Em D Em D Em A
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross where the blood of Christ is still flowing.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
Too late for their sorrow, they've reached their tomorrow, and reaped the seed they were sowing,
D Em D Em D
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
In tattered tuxedos they face the new heros, and crawl about in confusion.
D Em D Em D Em A
And they sheepishly grin, for their memories were dim of the decade's dark execution.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed, in the shattering of their illusion,
D Em D Em D
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
D Em D Em D Em D
Down on our knees, we're begging you, please, we're sorry for the way you were driven.
D Em D Em D Em A
There's no need to taunt, just take what you want, and we'll make amends if we're living.
D Em D Em D Em F#m
But away from the grounds the flames told the town that only the dead are forgiven,
D Em D Em D
As they vanished inside the ringing of revolution.
The Sally Gardens (Words, W.B. Yeats, Trad.) 47
G D C G C D G
Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
G D C G C D G
She passed the Sally Gardens on little snow-white feet
G C D G C(E bass) D G
She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
G D C G C(E bass) D G
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.
G D CG C D G
In a field by a river my love and I did stand
G D C G C D G
And on my leaning shoulder she placed her snow-white hand
G C D G C(E bass) D G
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the wiers
G D C G C(E bass) D G
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
The Silkie 48
D C D C D
An earthly nurse sits and sings, and aye, she sings by lilly wean.
G D C D C Em Am D C D
And little ken I my bairn's father, far less the land where he dwells in.
D C D C D
For he came one night to her bed feet, and a grumbly guest I'm sure was he,
Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father, although I be not comely."
D C D C D
"I am a man upon the land, I am a Silkie on the sea.
G D C D C E Am D C D
And when I'm far and far frae land, my home it is in Sule Skerrie."
D C D C D
And he had ta'en a purse of gold, and he had placed it upon her knee,
Saying, "Give to me my little young son, and take thee up thy nurses fee."
D C D C D
"And it shall come to pass on a summer's day, when the sun shines bright on every stane,
I'll come and fetch my little young son, and teach him how to swim the faem."
D C D C D
"And ye shall marry a gunner good, and a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
and the very first shot that e're he shoots will kill both my young son and me."
The Springhill Disaster Ewan MacColl/Peggy Seeger (Capo III) 49
Am G Am G Am D Am
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia, down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine
D G E7 Am D Am G
There's blood on the coal and the miners lie in roads that never saw sun nor sky
Am D Am G E7
Roads that never saw sun nor sky.
Am G Am G Am D Am
In the town of Springhill you don't sleep easy, often the earth will tremble and roll
D G E7 Am D Am G
When the earth is restless, miners die. Bone and blood is the price of coal
Am D Am G E7
Bone and blood is the price of coal.
Am G Am G Am D Am
Down at the coal face the miners are working, rattle of the belts and the cutter's blade
D G E7 Am D Am G
Rumble of rock and the walls close round, living and the dead men two miles down
Am D Am G E7
Living and the dead men two miles down.
Am G Am G Am D Am
Twelve men lay two miles from the pit-shaft, twelve men lay in the dark and sang.
D G E7 Am D Am G
Long hot days in a miner's tomb -- three feet high and a hundred long
Am D Am G E7
Three feet high and a hundred long.
Am G Am G Am D Am
Three days passed and the lamps gave out, and Caleb Rushton he up and said,
D G E7 Am D Am G
"There's no more water nor light nor bread, so we'll live on songs and hope instead,
Am D Am G E7
so we'll live on songs and hope instead."
Am G Am G Am D Am
Listen for the shouts of the barefaced miners, listen through the rubble for a rescue team
D G E7 Am D Am G
Six hundred feet of coal and slag, hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam,
Am D Am G E7
Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam.
Am G Am G Am D Am
Eight days passed and some were rescued, leaving the dead to lie alone.
D G E7 Am D Am G
Through all their lives they had dug their grave -- two miles of earth for a marking stone
Am D Am G E7
Two miles of earth for a marking stone.
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The Thresher Disaster Phil Ochs 50
Am F E7 Am G E7
In Portsmouth town on the Eastern Shore where many a fine ship was born
Am F E7 Am
The Thresher was built and the Thresher was launched
G E7
And the crew of the Thresher was sworn
Am F E7 Am
She was shaped like a tear, she was built like a shark,
G E7
she was made to run fast and free
Am F E7 Am
And the builders shook their hands and the builders shared their wine,
G E7
Thought that they had mastered the sea.
Am E7 Dm Am
Yes, she'll always run silent, and she'll always run deep,
Dm Am' G E7
Though the ocean has no pity, though the waves will never weep,
Am
They'll never weep.
Am F E7 Am G E7
And they marveled at her speed and they marveled at her depth, they marveled at her deadly design.
Am F E7 Am
And they sailed to every land and they sailed to every port,
G E7
just to see what faults they could find.
Am F E7 Am
Then they put her on the land for nine months to stand,
G E7
and they worked on her from stem to stern
Am F E7 Am
But they could never see it was their coffin to be,
G E7
for the sea was waiting for their return
Am E7 Dm Am
Yes, she'll always run silent, and she'll always run deep,
Dm Am G E7
Though the ocean has no pity, though the waves will never weep,
Am
They'll never weep.
Am F E7 Am G E7
On a cold Wednesday morn they put her out to sea, and the waves they were nine feet high
Am F E7 Am
And they dove beneath the waves and they dove to their graves,
G E7
and they never said a last goodbye
Am F E7 Am
And its deeper and deeper and deeper they dove,
G E7
just to see what their ship could stand
Am F E7 Am
But the hull gave a moan and the hull gave a groan,
G E7
and they plunged to the deepest, darkest sand
Am F E7 Am
Now she lies in the depths of the darkened ocean floor, Am’
G E7
covered by the waters cold and still
Am F E7 Am
Oh, can't you see the wrong, she was a death ship all along,
G E7
died before she'd had a chance to kill
Am E7 Dm Am
Now, she'll never run silent, and she'll never run deep,
Dm Am' G E7
For the ocean had no pity, and the waves they never weep,
Am
They never weep.
The Times They Are Changing (Bob Dylan) 51
C Am F C
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam,
C Am F G
and admit that the waters around you have grown
C Am F C
And accept it that soon you'll get drenched to the bone
C F (Dm) G
If your time to you is worth saving
G G (inv) C G
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone,
C F G7 C
For the times, they are a-changing.
C Am F C
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
C Am F G
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
C Am F C
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel still it spins
C Dm G
And there's no telling who that it's naming
G G (inv) C G
For the loser now will be later to win
C F G7 C
C Am F C
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
C Am F G
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the halls
C Am F C
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
C Dm G
There's a battle outside, and it's raging
G G (inv) C G
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
C F G7 C
For the times, they are a-changing
C Am F C
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
C Am F G
And don't criticize if you can't understand
C Am F C
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
C Dm G
Your old road is rapidly aging
G G (inv) C G
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
C F G7 C
C Am F C
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
C Am F G
The slow one now will later be fast
C Am F C
And the present now will later be past
C Dm G
The order is rapidly aging
G G (inv) C G
And the first one now will later be last
C F G7 C
The Water is Wide (capo 4) 52
D G D Bm G A7
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, and neither have I wings to fly
D Bm G A7 D
Give me a boat that can carry two, and both shall row, my love and I.
DG D Bm G A7
A ship there is, and she sails the sea. She's loaded deep as deep can be
D Bm G A7 D
But not so deep as the love I'm in. I know not how I sink or swim.
DG D Bm G A7
I leaned my back against an oak, thinking he was a trusty tree
D Bm G A7 D
But first he bended, and then he broke, and thus did my love prove false to me.
DG D Bm G A7
I put my hand into some soft bush, thinking the sweetest flower to find
D Bm G A7 D
I pricked my finger to the bone, and left the sweetest flower alone.
D G D Bm G A7
Oh, love is handsome, and love is fine, gay as a jewel when first it's new
D Bm G A7 D
But love grows old, and waxes cold, and fades away like the summer dew.
Times Are Getting Hard 53
C Dm7 G7 C
Times are gettin' hard, boys, money's gettin' scarce;
C Dm7
If times don't get no better, boys,
G7 C
I'm bound to leave this place.
C Dm7 G7 C
Take my true love by the hand, lead her through the town;
C Dm7. G7. C
Say goodbye to everyone, goodbye to everyone.
C Dm7 G7 C
Take my Bible from the bed, my shotgun from the wall;
C Dm7 G7 C
Take old Sal and hitch her up, the wagon for to haul.
C Dm7
Pile the chairs and beds up high,
G7 C
Let nothing drag the ground.
C Dm7
Sal can pull and we can push,
G7 C
We're bound to leave this town.
C Dm7 G7 C
Made a crop a year ago, it withered to the ground;
C Dm7 G7 C
Tried to get some credit, but the banker turned me down.
C Dm7 G7 C
Goin' to Californ-ni-ay, where everything is green.
C Dm7 G7 C
Goin' to have the best old farm that you have ever seen.
Tomorrow's Children (tune DADGBE) English trans. by Walter Lowenfels, 54
from the French of Gullevic, by Pete Seeger, 1964
D G D
And you, who know days of a different kind
G A7 D
Tomorrow's children, for whom work is more like play
D G D
And living is what poems are for me today -
G A7 D
A passionate utterance, carefully designed...
D G D
Remember us, the lame, the deaf , the blind
G A7 D
Not for the foolish things we've done, and can't forget
G A7 D
Nor the endless dull jobs over which we all sweat
G A7 D
Nor the sad chronicles that we leave behind.
G' D
But, that we loved as much as anyone ever loved,
G' D
Knew joys - the little things, the grand deeds,
G' D
The dream of changing this world into something new.
G A7
Believe us in our way we loved to live,
A7' D
And believe us, of all the things, yes, of all of these,
G A7 D
Our greatest joy was opening the way for you.
G G' A7 A7'
Universal Soldier (Buffy Sainte-Marie) 55
G F G G7 C Am F G C
He's five foot two and he's six feet four, He fights with missiles and with spears
F G Em Am F Dm G
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen, He's been a soldier for a thousand years
F G G7 C Am F G C
He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain, a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew
F G Em Am
And he knows he shouldn't kill, and he knows he always will
F Dm G
Kill you for me my friend, and me for you.
F G G7 C Am F G C
And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, He's fighting for the U.S.A.
F G Em Am
And he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan,
F Dm G
And he thinks we'll put an end to war that way
F G G7 C Am F G C
And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds, He says it for the peace of all
F G Em Am
He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die
F Dm G
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
F G G7 C Am
But without him, how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau,
F G C
Without him Ceasar would have stood alone
F G Em Am
He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war,
F Dm G
and without him all this killing can't go on
F G G7 C Am F G C
He's the universal soldier, and he really is to blame, his orders come from far away no more
F G Em Am
They come from him and you and me, and brothers can't you see
F Dm G
This is not the way we put an end to war?
Wasn't That A Time 56
Sing G
G F G F G
Our fathers bled at Valley Forge The Fascists came with chains of war
F G F G
The snow was red with blood, To prison us in hate,
F G F G
Their faith was warm at Valley Forge And once again men fought and died
C D7 G C D7 G
Their faith was brotherhood. To save the stricken faith
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
F G
G Our faith cries out, we have no fear
Wasn’t that a time, wasn’t that a time,
F G
We dare to reach our hand
a time to try the soul of man,
F G
F G To other neighbors far and near
wasn’t that a terrible time
C D7 G
To friends in ev’ry land
G F G
Brave men who fought at Gettysburg
(last Chorus)
F G
Now lie in soldiers’ graves, G
Isn’t this a time, isn’t this a time
F G
but there they stemmed the slavery tide F G
A time to free the soul of man
C D7 G
And there the faith was saved F G
Isn’t this a wonderful time!
(Chorus) F G
Isn’t this a wonderful time!
What Have They Done To The Rain? (Capo 4) (Malvina Reynolds) 57
C F C Em G7 C
Just a little rain falling all around, the grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound,
Am Em F G G7(inv)
Just a little rain, just a little rain, what have they done to the rain?
C F C Em Dm E7 Am
Just a little boy standing in the rain, the gentle rain that falls for years,
F Em Dm G7 C A7
And the grass is gone, and the boy disappears, and the rain keeps falling like helpless tears
Dm Dm7 G G7(inv)
And what have they done to the rain?
C F C Em G7 C
Just a little breeze out of the sky, the leaves pat their hands as the breeze blows by,
Am Em
Just a little breeze with some smoke in it’s eye
F G7 C
What have they done to the rain?
When I'm Gone (Phil Ochs) 58
[Intro:D/Bm/G/Em/A/D/A/Bm/Em/A/D]
D / / /Bm D / / /Bm
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when And I won't be running from the rain
I'm gone when I'm gone
/G /Em /A /G /Em /A
And I won't know the right from the wrong And I can't even suffer from the pain
when I'm gone when I'm gone
/D /A /Bm /D /A /Bm
And you won't find me singin' on this song Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame
/Em /A /Em /A /D
So I guess I'll have to do it So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
/ Em /A /Em / D / / /Bm
[LAST TIME: I guess I’ll have to do it, guess I’ll have to Won't see the golden of the sun
do it] when I'm gone
/D /G /Em /A
while I'm here [END.] And the evenin’s and the mornin’s will be one when
D / / /Bm I'm gone
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when /D /A /Bm
I'm gone Can't be singing louder than the guns
/G /Em /A while I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine /Em /A /D
when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
/D /A /Bm D / / /Bm
My pen won't pour a lyric line All my days won't be dances of delight
/Em /A /D /G /Em /A
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And the sands will be shifting from my sight
D / / /Bm when I'm gone
And I won't breathe the bracing air /D /A /Bm
when I'm gone Can't add my name into the fight
/G /Em /A while I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares /Em /A /D
when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
/D /A /Bm D / / /Bm
Won't be asked to do my share And I won't be laughing at the lies
/Em /A /D /G /Em /A
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I can't question how or when or why
when I'm gone
/D /A /Bm
Can't live proud enough to die
when I'm gone
/Em /A /D
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
Repeat First Verse

Wish I Had a Troubadour 59
From a Distance (Julie Gold) 60
G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G D C Csus2

From a distance the world looks blue and green, and the snow-capped mountains white.
[SPACE AND GOD]
G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G
From a distance the ocean meets the stream, and the eagle takes to fligh
C D7sus4 Em C Bm D7sus4
From a distance there is harmony, and it echoes through the land
C G C G C D7sus4 G
It’s the voice of hope, it’s the voice of peace, it’s the voice of every man.
G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G D C Csus2

From a distance we all have enough, and no one is in need
[TIME AND GOD]
G C D7sus4 Em C D7sus4 G
There are no guns, no bombs, no diseases, no hungry mouths to feed
From a distance we are instruments, marching in a common band
C G C G C D7sus4 G
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace, they’re the songs of every man.
G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G G D C Csus2

From a distance you look like my friend, even though we are at war
[PSYCHOLOGY AND GOD]
G C D7sus4 Em C D7sus4 G
From a distance I can’t com - prehend what all this war is for
From a distance there is harmony, and it echoes through the land
C G C G C D7sus4 G
It’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves, it’s the heart of eve - ry man
C G C G C D7sus4 G
It’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves, it’s the song of every man
C D7sus4 G Em Am7 D7sus4 G

God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us from a distance
[GODLY PERSPECTIVE SUBSUMES OTHER DISTANCES]
C D7sus4 G Em Am7 D7sus4 G

God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us from a distance
Green Fields (melody – Terry Gilkyson, Rich Dehr, Frank Miller, 1956) 61
Am Dm Am E7
Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun;
Am Dm Am E7
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run;
F G Em7 A7
Once there was blue sky with white clouds high above;
Dm G7 Am E7
Once they were part of an everlasting love.
Am Dm Am E7 Am Dm Am E7
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields.
Am Dm Am E7
Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun
Am Dm Am E7
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run
F G Em7 A7
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart
Dm G7 Am E7
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart
Where are the green fields that we used to roam?
F F6 G7 C
I'll never know what made you run away.
F6 G7 Dm G7 C E7 Am
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
F Dm
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Am Dm E7
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see. But,
Am Dm Am E7
I'll keep on waiting, 'til you return;
Am Dm Am E7
I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn
F G Em7 A7
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam
Dm G7 Am E7
You can't be happy until you bring it home.
Home to the green fields, and me, once again
F F6 Am F6 E7 Am Dm6 Am
(Coda) Home to the green fields, and me, once again.
[sing D]
Hello's the Word Before Goodbye (Capo III) Rod McKuen 62
C Am F G7 C Am F G7
What is springtime, after all? Only the other side of Fall
F A7 F A7 F
Oh, if I could have, I'd have made you a sunny sky
C Em G C
Hello's the word before goodbye.
C Em F C
Sometimes it rains, sometimes it shines
F Em G7 C
Yet the things I want are seldom mine.
C Am F G7 C Am F G7
How much of summer can we hold before we turn and find we're old?
F A7 F A7 F
The things our mirrors tell us are all lies,
C Em G C
Em F C
Sometimes it's dark, sometimes it's fair,
F Em G7 C
Yet when I go home at night, nobody's there.
C Am F G7 C Am F G7
Perhaps the next wind that blows in will bring you back to me again.
F A7 F A7 F
‘Til then, remembering just makes me want to cry,
C Em G C
Em F C
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win,
F Em G7 C
Yet I can't forget what might have been.
Em F C
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win,
F G7 C F C
Yet I keep imagining what might have been.
In the Summertime of Days (Capo II) Rod McKuen 63
Bm Em A Em A7 D
In the summertime of days, a man is nothing more
Em A D Bm Em Em7 F#
than a tear in some old year that was cast aside by God.
Bm Em A Em A7 D
In the summertime of days, we are as we must be:
Em A D Bm Em Em7 F#
Shadows, all, on our way to Fall, if not Eternity.
Em A7 D Em Bm
And if we must look for heaven, then heaven must surely be
Em A Em A7 D Em F#
In arms that are warm, and smiles, if they tender be.
Bm Em A Em A7 D
In the summertime of days, I'll ask for nothing more
Em A D Bm Em A7 D Em D
Than a face, and a quiet place, that was cast aside by God.
SCARLET RIBBONS 64
Written by E. Danzig and Jack Segal
C F G C F G7inv G C
I peeped in to say "Goodnight," and then I heard my child in prayer:
C F G C F G C
"And for me, some scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons, for my hair."
C F G C F G C
All the stores were locked and shuttered, all the streets were dark and bare
C F G C F G C
In our town no scarlet ribbons, no scarlet ribbons for her hair.
C F C F F G F G
Through the night my heart was aching, just before the dawn was breaking
C F G C F G (G7) C
I peeped in and on her bed, in gay profusion lying there.
C F G C F G7inv C
Scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons, Pretty scarlet ribbons for her hair.
C F C F F G F G
If I live to be a hundred I will never know from where
C F G C F G (G7inv) (G7) C
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.
Stranger in Paradise (Wright/Forrest) 65
Dm7 G7 C
Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise
Dm7 Bdim C
All lost in a wonderland, a stranger in paradise
Dm7 G7 C
If I stand starry-eyed that’s a danger in paradise
Dm7 G7 C
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you.
Ab7 Db
I saw your face and I ascended
Bbmin6 Fm
Out of the commonplace into the rare
E7 A
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Dm G7 C C#dim
Until I know there’s a chance that you care
Dm7 G7
Won’t you answer the fervent prayer
C
Of a stranger in paradise
Dm7 Bdim
Don’t send me in dark despair
C
From all that I hunger for
Dm7 G7 G7inv C C#dim
But open your angel’s arms to the stranger in paradise
Dm7 Bdim
And tell him that he need be
C
A stranger no more.
Db
Bdim Ab7 VI Bbmin6 Fm C#dim
The Twelfth of Never (Paul Francis Webster, Jerry Livingston 1957) 66
C Am F C
You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
G7 C F G7
I need you, oh, my darling, like roses need rain.
Dm G C Am7 Am G7
You ask how long I’ll love you, I’ll tell you true.
Am F Dm7 G7 C
Until the twelfth of never, I’ll still be loving you.
Dm7 G7 C Dm7 G C
Hold me close, never let me go
E 7 Am D7 G7(inv)
Hold me close -- melt my heart like April snow
C Am F C
I’ll love you 'til the blue-bells forget to bloom
G7 C F G
I’ll love you till the clover has lost its perfume
G7(inv) C Em G7
I’ll love you till the poets run out of rhyme
Am F Dm7 G7 C
Until the twelfth of never, and that’s a long long time
Am F Dm7 G7 C
Until the twelfth of never, and that’s a long long time.
The Veterans Big Parade Dory Previn 67
C Em
In the veterans’ big parade marched the businessmen’s brigade
F C
While behind the high school band the ladies’ fife and drum corps played
G7 C
In the veterans’ big parade the flag flew high and free.
C Em
Down they marched to Fourth and Main, our soldiers died but not in vain
F C
God was with us, that’s for sure, He proved it ‘cause it didn’t rain
G7 C
Balloons, batons, you wanted to cry - the best day in July!
F C
At the veterans’ cemetary then the services were said
D7 G
There the mayor’s first assistant wiped his glasses, put them on, and read:
C
We’re gathered here dear friends, today, to show our brave boys where they lay
G7
We are with them all the way, and I think it’s safe to say,
C G7 C
They are not alone, they are not alone.
C Em
All the widows proudly smiled (except for the one with an infant child),
F C
Picnic time was then announced and all the little kids went wild
G7 C
Picnic blankets then were spread and the beer flowed fast and free.
C Em
There were clams and corn on the cob to feed the celebrating mob
F C
(once in a while, I don’t know why, the infant child began to sob)
G7 C
Other than that it was New Year’s Eve ‘til it was time to leave.
F C
Then a fine Hawaiian band played and sang Aloha-oh
G
And their voices drifted low between the crosses painted white
Row on row on row.
C
Aloha-oh and so goodbye, ‘til next year, boys, next July
G7
We are with you all the way, and I think it’s safe to say
C G7 C G7 C
You are not alone, you are not alone, you are not alone...
Twenty-Mile Zone by Dory Previn 68
C C
I was ridin’ in my car You were screaming in your car
G
Screaming at the night In a twenty-mile zone
G G
Screaming at the dark You were doing it alone
C
Screaming at fright You were doing it alone
C
I wasn't doing nothing You were screaming
G C
Just ridin’ around I said, "I'll roll up all my windows"
Screaming at the dark Don't want to disturb the peace

C
Letting it out I'm just a creature
G G C
That's all I was doing Who is looking for a little release. I said,
C F
Just letting it out "What's so wrong with screaming
C C
Well, along comes a motorcycle Don't you do it at your games
G
Very much to my surprise When the quarterback breaks an elbow?"
G C
I said, "Officer, was I speeding" When the boxer beats and maims
C F
I couldn't see his eyes But you were, doing it alone
F
He said, "No, you weren't speeding" You were doing it alone
C C
And he felt where his gun was hung You were screaming in your car
G
He said, "Mister, you were screaming In a twenty-mile zone
C G
At the top of your lungs" You were doing it alone
F
And you were, doing it alone You were doing it alone
C
You were doing it alone You were screaming
C
You were screaming in your car F
You were, doing it alone
In a twenty-mile zone
G You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone C
You were screaming in your car
You were doing it alone
C In a twenty-mile zone
You were screaming G
F You were doing it alone
You were, doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone C
You were screaming
C
I said, "Animals roar when they feel like I was doing it alone
C
Why can't we do that too I was screaming in my car
Instead of screaming 'Banzai baby' In a twenty-mile zone

G C G
In the war, in the human zoo" I was doing it alone
C I was doing it alone
He said, "I got to take you in now C
I was screaming
Follow me right behind F
G We were doing it together
And let's have no more screaming
C We were doing it together
Like you're out of your mind" C
We were screaming at the night
F
So he climbed aboard his cycle In a twenty-mile zone
C G
And his red-eyed headlight beamed We were doing it together
G
And his motor started spinning We were doing it together
C C
And his siren screamed We were screaming
F
F We were doing it together
He was doing it alone
We were doing it together
He was doing it alone C
He was screaming on his bike
In a twenty-mile zone G
G We were doing it together
He was screaming C
F We were doing it together alone
I was doing it alone C
In a twenty-mile zone
Unchained Melody (Hal Zaret, Alex North) 69
Yesterday (John Lennon/Paul McCartney) 70
C E7 Am Am7 Dm7
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
G F C
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Am F C
Oh, I believe in yesterday
C E7 Am Am7 Dm7
Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be
G F C
There’s a dark cloud hanging over me
Am F C
Yesterday came suddenly
C E7 Am G F G G7(inv) C
Why she had to go I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
C E7 Am G F G G7(inv) C G F G7
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday
C E7 Am Am7 Dm7
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
G F C
Now I need a place to hide away
Am F C
Oh, I believe in yesterday
C E7 Am G F G G7(inv) C
Why she had to go I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
C E7 Am G F G G7(inv) C G F G
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday
C E7 Am Am7 Dm7
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
G F C
Now I need a place to hide away
Am F C
Oh, I believe in yesterday Cmaj7
Am F Cmaj7
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Al Kol Eleh 71
C G Am
Al - ha - dvash ve - al ha - o - kets
Over the honey and over the sting
C' Am Dm7 G
al - ha - mar ve - ha - ma - tok
over the bitter and the sweet
Dm G’ G7' G G7 C
al bi - te - nu ha - ti - no - ket shmor e- li ha - tov
over our young daughter watch my good God
C G Am C' Am Dm G
al ha - esh ha - me - vo - e - ret — al ha - ma - yim ha - za - kim
over the fire that burns over the pure waters
Dm G G G7inv G7 C
al ha - ish ha - shav ha - bai - ta min ha - mer - cha - kim
over the man returning home from afar
C F C F C Dm G1' C E7
al kol e - le. . . al kol e - le. . . shmor na - li e - li ha - tov
over all these over all these please watch for me my good God
Am Dm Am Dm
al ha - dvash ve - al ha - o - kets
over the honey and over the sting
C/e Dm G7 C F C
al ha - mar ve - ha - ma - tok. . .
over the bitter and the sweet
C C1'' F C F C Dm G7 C E7
al na ta - a - kor na - tu - a, al tish - kach et ha tik - va
do not uproot what has been planted, do not abandon hope
Am Dm Am Dm C/e Dm G7 C F C
ha - shi - ve - ni. . . ve - a shu - va. . . el ha - a - rets ha - to - va
Bring me back and I will return to the good land
x C' x x G1' x x G7' G'' C'' x
C (E bass) G (D bass) G7 (F bass) G9 C sus4

(no 3rd) (Add F) (Add B)
72
From Creation to Redemption: Finale
David Feinberg 1992;
guitar arr., Roger Gradess, 2018.
G Gmaj7 C G
Text: Gates of Repentance, c. 1978, p. 446 Pardon us as we knock upon your door,
Em
For it has been said:
Am Em
G Gmaj7 The gates of repentance are never barred.
This is the vision of a great and noble life: Am Em
And it has been taught:
C
to endure ambiguity C/e C/g
We know our sin is pardoned
G
and to make light shine through it; Gmaj7
when we no longer commit it,
Em Am Em
to stand fast in uncertainty; C
when we no longer commit it,
C Gmaj7
to prove capable of unlimited love, G D7 G
we no longer commit it.
C
of unlimited love, ----
G D G G Gmaj7 C G
of unlimited love and hope. G-d, make us whole:
---- C/e G
make us one with our own hearts;
G Gmaj7
Today we turn to you C D7
make us one with each other,
C
with scarce remembered words G Gmaj7 C G C G
at last to find ourselves at one with You,
G
Of a half-forgotten faith. Am D7
our Friend, our Helper
Em Am
We have confessed our sins G Gmaj7 C G
and our Joy.
Em
and promised to forsake them. ----
Cmaj7 Gmaj7 C Gmaj7
O find us, as we grope for You Dai, dai, de dai
C C Am D7
In our darkness. Dai, de de dai,
G D7 G
dai, dai Dai, de de dai dai
----
Hashkiveinu (arr. Craig Taubman) 73
D A Bm G D
Hash-ki-vey-nu a-do-nai, e-lo-hey-nu l’sha-lom
A Bm G D
V’ha-mi-day-nu mal-kay ------ nu l’cha-im
A Bm G D
A Bm G D
Em F#m G
Ush-mor Tzai-tey nu
Em F#m G
U-vo- ey nu
Em F#m G D A Asus A
L’cha - im ul sha - lom ma–a-tah v’ad o-lam
D A Bm G D
A Bm G D
A Bm G D
A Bm G D
V’ha-mi-day-nu mal-kay ------ nu l’cha-im.
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Here, O Israel (Words and Music by David Feinberg © 1993) 74
C Em F G C Em F G
Come to Me, My children, hearken to My voice
Am Em F CF Am Bb G
Surely you can hear it, if you make the choice
Am C Am Em F G
Once we had a covenant, sealed in flesh and stone
C G Am F G C
Surely now you still need Me, and need not be alone
C Em F G C Em F G
I know that you went searching, in the dead of night
Am Em F C F Am Bb G
And there among the shadows, far from heaven’s light
Am C Am Em F G
All you found were diamonds, nothing but silver and gold
C G Am F GC G7
While the treasure, it remained hidden, the secret untold
C Em F G C Em F G
Some people never listen, some people don’t ever try
Am Em FC F Am Bb G
Others offer excuses, some only cry
Am C Am Em F G
And some just look for diamonds, for rubies and for pearls Accel.
C G Am F G C G7
As they fight an uneasy feeling that something’s missing from their world. Yet I was
C Em F G C Em F G7
here in the Beginning, I was here on the very first day
Am Em F C F Am Bb G
I was here in the Garden, and all along the way
Am C Am Em F G
As you stood around that mountain, as you wandered across the sand
C G Am F G C
As you walked - so proudly - to My Promised Land.
Am C Am Em F G
I’m still here, O Israel, set upon your heart
CG Am F G E7 E
I’m right here, O Israel, bound upon your arm
F Em Dm G C
Written on your doorpost, inscribed upon your gate
F Em D G G7
When you’re sitting in your house, and when you’re going away
C G F Em F C D7 D G
When you fall asleep at night, and in the morning when you rise
Am Em F G C [ 1,2,3,4 ...
I’m still here, O Israel, right between your eyes.
...5 ]
C Em F G C Em F G
Come back to Me, my children, let your spirits fly
Am Em F C F Am Bb G
Fill your hearts with forgiveness, before the day you die.
Am C Am Em FG
Me, I need no diamonds, and I don’t want your gold.
C G Am F G C
I’m just waiting for you to hear Me singing in your soul
Am C Am Em F G
I’m still here, O Israel, set upon your heart
CG Am F G E7 E
I’m right here, O Israel, bound upon your arm
F Em Dm G C
Written on your doorpost, inscribed upon your gate
F Em D G G7(inv)
When you’re sitting in your house, and when you’re going away
C G F Em F C D7 D G
When you fall asleep at night, and in the morning, when you rise
Am Em F G C [ 1,2,3,4…,5 ]
I’m still here, O Israel, right between your eyes.
L’chi Lach (Friedman/Teubal) 75
D A Em Asus4 A7 D
L’chi lach, to a land that I will show you
A Em Asus4 A7
Leich l’cha, to a place you do not know
F#m7 Bm Em Asus4 A7 D
L’-chi lach, on your journey I will bless you
G A D
And you shall be a bless-ing
G A D
You shall be a bless-ing
Bm Em A7 D Em A7
You shall be a bless-ing l’chi lach
D A Em Asus4 A7 D
L’-chi lach, and I shall make your name great
A Em Asus4 A7
Leich l’cha, and all shall praise your name
F#m7 Bm Em Asus4 A7 D
L’-chi lach to the place that I will show you
G
L’-sim-chat cha-yim,
D G D
L’-sim-chat cha-yim,
Bm Em A7 D D
L’-sim-chat cha-yim l’-chi lach
Em A7 D
Em A7 D
Bm7 Em A7 D
And you shall be a bless-ing l’chi lach
Miracles (Roger Gradess) 76
C C# C C#
Refuse to acknowledge that evil is real
Am Dm7 Am
Assert that the holy is true
C C# C C#
Believe in a totally determined world
Dm7 C G
Where G_d is the One point of view
C C#
Defy the tangible
C C#
Mangle the logical
C Am Dm7 Am
Use what comes from the heart
C C#
Sense the ineffable
C C#
Trust the invisible
C Am G
Know that the world is but art
On Eagle's Wings by Michael Joncas 77
Based on Psalm 91
G Dmaj7 G Dmaj7
You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord, who abide in His shadow for life,
F Dm F Gm A A7
Say to the Lord: "My refuge, my Rock in whom I trust!"
D Em A7
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings, bear you on the breath of dawn,
D D7 G Em A Bm F#m Em A7 D
Make you to shine like the sun, and hold you in the palm of His hand.
G Dmaj7 G Dmaj7
The snare of the fowler will never capture you, and famine will bring you no fear:
F Dm F Gm A A7
Under His wings your refuge, His faithfulness your shield.
D Em A7
G Dmaj7 G Dmaj7
You need not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day:
F Dm F Gm A A7
Though thousands fall about you, near you it shall not come.
D Em A7
G Dmaj7 G Dmaj7
For to His angels He's given a command to guard you in all of your ways:
F Gm Gm7(A bass) A A7
Upon their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.
D Em A7
D D7 G Em A Bm F#m Em A7 D F#m
Bm F#m Em7 A D
And hold you, hold you in the palm of His hand.
Dmaj7 Gm7(A bass)

Oseh Shalom (Elena Jagoda) 78
CF C Am F C
Oseh sha-lom bim- ro-mav
HE WHO MAKES PEACE IN HIS HEIGHTS
CF C Am F C
Oseh sha-lom bim- ro-mav
HE WHO MAKES PEACE IN HIS HEIGHTS
Am F C G
Hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh sha-lom
MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE PEACE
Am F C G
hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh sha-lom
MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE PEACE
Am F C G
hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh hu ya-a-seh sha-lom a-lei-nu
MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE MAY HE MAKE PEACE UPON US ALL
G Am
May the One, May the One who makes peace bring peace down, bring peace down
G Am
G Am
G Am
Upon us
Upon all Israel
And upon
All the world

Oseh Shalom (Trad. Chassidic, arr. D. Feinberg, “Ma Navu” tune ) 79
Am D Em
Oseh sha-lom bim-ro-mav
Am
hu ya-a-seh sha-lom a-lei-nu
G D Em C Am D Em
v'al kal yis-ra-el, v’al---kal ha-o-lam
G C D G
Oseh sha-lom bim-ro-mav
Am G D
hu ya-a-seh sha-lom a-lei-nu
G C D Em C Am D Em
v'al kal yis-ra-el, v’al---kal ha-o-lam
Oseh Shalom (Nurit Hirsch) 80
Am Em
Am E7 Am ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom
Oseh shalom bimromav
Am
Dm Am shalom aleynu
hu ya'aseh shalom aleynu
B7 E
G C v'al kol yisrael
v'al kol yisrael
E7 E Am
v’imru, v’imru amen Am Dm G C
ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom
Am Dm G C Am E
ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom shalom aleynu
Am E E Am
shalom aleynu v'al kol yisrael
E Am
v'al kol yisrael Am Dm G C
ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom
Am Dm G C Am E7 E
ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom shalom aleynu
Am E E7 E Am
shalom aleynu v'al kol Yisrael
E Am
v'al kol yisrael
Shabbat Hamalka 81
c. David Feinberg, 1990, rev. 10/10
(after poem by Bialik)
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
Hakhama mei rosh ha-i-lanot ni stal------ka
The sun o’er the treetops no longer is seen;
C Dm C Dm C Dm C
Bo-u v’neitsei likrat Shabbat ha mal------ka
Come, let us go forth and greet Sabbath the Queen.
F Em Dm Am
Hinei hi yoredet, hak’dosha, hab’rukha,
Behold her descending, the holy and blest,
G Dm G Dm C Dm G Dm
V’ima mala-khim ts’va shalom u’m’nu—kha
And with her the angels of peace and of rest.
C Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
Bo-i, bo-i ha-mal—ka, bo-i, bo-i haka—la
Welcome, welcome, queen and bride
G Dm C Dm
Shalom alekhem mala khei hashalom.
Peace be unto you, angels of peace
G Dm C Dm G Dm
Shalom alekheim mala khei hashalom.
Peace be unto you, angels of peace
Shalom Rav (Klepper/Freelander) 82
D Cadd9 G A
Sha-lom rav al Yis-ra-eil am-cha ta-sim l’-o-lam
D Cadd9 G D
Sha-lom rav al Yis-ra-eil am-cha ta-sim l’-o-lam
A G A G A
Ki A-tah Hu Me-lech A-don l’chol ha-sha-lom
A G Em Asus4
Ki A-tah Hu Me-lech A-don l’chol ha-sha-lom [to top]
Em C D Bm Em A D (F#7)
V’-tov b’ei-ne-cha l’va-reich et am-cha Yis-ra-eil
Em F# Bm Em A Bm A
b-chol eit u-v’chol sha-ah bish-lo-me-cha [to top]
Cadd9 G D C G D
ta-sim l’olam, ta-sim l’o-lam
83
V’Ahavta (Steven Jon Kaplan, July 12-16, 2001)
84
G C Am D C D
V’ahavta et Adonai Elohecha,
You shall love Adonai your God
G Gmaj7 Em Bm C D
b’chol-l’vav’cha, uvchol-nafsh’cha, uvchol-m’odecha.
with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your might.
Em Bm Am D
V’hayu had’varim ha-eileh,
These words
Am7 Bm C D
asher anochi m’tzav’cha hayom, al l’vavecha.
which I command you on this day shall be upon your heart.
Fm7 Bm C D
V’shinantam l’vanecha, v’dibarta bam
Teach them faithfully to your children, speak of them
Am7 Bm Cmaj7 D
b’shivt’cha b’veitecha, uvlecht’cha vaderech,
when you’re sitting in your house, and on our way,
Am Bm C D
uvshochb’cha uvkumecha.
when you lie down and when you rise up.
Am Em Bm Em D Em
Uk’shartam l’ot al-ya-de-cha, v’hayu l’totafot bein einecha.
You shall bind them for a sign upon your hand, and they shall be a symbol between your eyes.
D F C G Am Bm Am/C G
Uchtavtam al m’zuzot beitecha uvisharecha.
You will inscribe them on the doorposts of your homes and on your gates.
V’Shamru Steve Reuben 85
C/e C Em Am F G C C7
V’sham-ru v’nei yis-ra-el v’-sham-ru et ha-sha-bat
F G Em Am F
la-a-sot et ha-sha-bat la-a-sot et ha-sha-bat
Em G G7
l’do-ro-tam be-rit o-lam
C Em Am F G C C7
bei-nee u-vein b’nei yis-ra-el ot hi l’o-lam
F G Em Am
la-a-sot et ha-sha-bat la-a-sot et ha-sha-bat
F G C
la-a-sot et ha-sha-bat l’-o-lam
F G C Am
kee shei-shet ya-mim a-sah A-do-nai
F G F G
et ha-sha-ma-yim v’-et ha-a-retz
Am Em F C
u-va-yom ha-sh’vee-ee u-va-yom ha-sh’vee-ee
F G C
sha-vat va -yee-na-fash
Veshameru (Lewandowski) 86
Dm A Dm Gm Dm A Dm A
Ve-sha-me-ru ve-nei Yis-ra-eil et ha-sha-bat,
Dm A Dm Gm Dm A Dm A A7 A
La - a – sot et ha-sha-bat le-do-ro-tam, be-rit olam.
Dm A Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm
Bei-ni u-vein be-nei Yis-ra-eil ot hi le-o-lam.
A Dm C F
Ki she-shet ya-mim a-sa A-do-nai
Bb F Bb A7
et ha-sha-ma-yim ve-et ha-a-rets,
Dm Gm A7 Dm Bb A Dm
u-va-yom ha-she-vi-i sha-vat va-yi-na-fash.
Gm Bb
87
Dm Bb C Dm C Dm
Bb C Dm Bb C Dm
Dm C Dm
Dm Bb C Dm C Dm
Bb C Dm Bb C Dm
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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall..(Bob Dylan)……………………………………….....…… 1

F (F7) Em Em7 Am7 F Fm

F (F7) Em Em7 Am7 F Fm

F (F7) Em Em7 Am7 F Fm

Put a medal on the man.

D7' sus2 (Add Bb)

Repeat First Verse

G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G D C Csus2

G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G D C Csus2

G C D7sus4 G C D7sus4 G G D C Csus2

[PSYCHOLOGY AND GOD]

C D7sus4 G Em Am7 D7sus4 G

C D7sus4 G Em Am7 D7sus4 G

Screaming at the dark Don't want to disturb the peace

Instead of screaming 'Banzai baby' In a twenty-mile zone

x C' x x G1' x x G7' G'' C'' x

C (E bass) G (D bass) G7 (F bass) G9 C sus4

Dmaj7 Gm7(A bass)

Upon all Israel

All the world

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