Head of That Woman

Head Of That Woman

Written by: Ben Kaufmann

Appears on: Mountain Tracks Vol. 5

[Verse 1]

  Am D7

First she calls me up, she puts me down
G
Next thing you know I got a friend in the town
Am                         D7
Just one thing I'd like to understand
G
What's going on in the head of that woman? 
    Am        D7      G
All right, uh huh, oh-oh 
 
 
[Verse 2]
   Am                          D7
We go out dancing, I'm talking suits and gowns
    G
She tells me to lead but she spins me around
  Am                             D7
I guess I should've seen she was leading the band
G
What's going on in the head of that woman?
    Am        D7      G
All right, uh huh, oh-oh
 
 
[Chorus]
B
She spends my money like it grows on a tree
C
Something new comes along and it’s something she needs
B
Says if I can't get it, someone else can
D7
I got me a hell of a woman
 
 
[Verse 3]
Am              D7
Sweet as honey, pretty as a peach
        G
But her love's on the shelf and it’s out of my reach
  Am                        D7
I tried to hold her but she slips through my hands
G
What's going on in the head of that woman?
    Am        D7      G
All right, uh huh, oh-oh
 
 
[Chorus]
B
She spends my money like it grows on a tree
C
Something new comes along and it’s something she needs
B
Says if I can't get it, someone else can
D7
I got me a hell of a woman
 
 
[Verse 4]
    Am                     D7
She goes out early and she comes home late
         G
But it'd be much better if I leave it to fate
  Am                      D7
I one day hope that I can understand
G
What's going on in the head of that woman
    Am        D7       Am        D7       Am        D7      G
All right, uh huh, all right, uh huh, all right, uh huh, oh-oh 
 
 
[Outro]
   G                   F#    G
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G|---------------0--|--3-3-3-4-------------------------------------------|
D|---------0-2-0----|--4-4-4-5-------------------------------------------|
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E|-3----------------|--2-2-2-3-------------------------------------------|

Everybody Knows This is Nowhere

Written By: Neil Young
 
Intro:
 G     C G     C   G

Intro Riff:
E-------------------------------------------------------|
B-------------------------------------------------------|
G--2b4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4r2-0---0-------0-0h2p0----0-2/4-2-0-|
D------------------------2-----0h2----------2-----------|
A-------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------|

   G                 C     G   C             G      C G
I think I'd better go back home and take it easy
          G                         C   G
There's a woman that I'd like to get to know
C               G     C G
  Just passing time
 
C                  G
Everybody seems to wonder
Em7                  A
What it's like round here
    C                          C/B                 Am7
I'm trying to get away from the day to day running around
          C             G
Everybody knows this is nowhere

Chorus:
G       Gmaj7      C
  La la la  la la laa laa

G       Gmaj7      C 
  La la la  la la laa laa

(Intro riff again)

Every time I think about
Back home
It's cool and breezy
I wish that I could be there
Right now
Just passing time.

Everybody seems to wonder
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
From this day-to-day
Running around,
Everybody knows
This is nowhere.

Everybody, everybody knows
Everybody knows.

I Want to Sing That Rock and Roll

Written By: Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

Capo 1st fret

     G             C        G
I wanna sing that rock and roll,
                  A     D
I want to electrify my soul,
G
Cause everybody been making a shout,
C
So big and loud, been drownin' me out,
   G                 C        G
I want to sing that rock and roll.

   G                  C     G
I want to reach that glory land,
   D                A         D    D7
I want to shake my Saviour's hand,

G                     C        G
And I wanna sing that rock and roll,
                  A     D
I want to electrify my soul,
G
Cause everybody been making a shout,
C
So big and loud, been drownin' me out,
G                 C        G
I wanna sing that rock and roll.

G                  C        G
I been a traveling near and far,
     D                     A   D       D7
but I want to lay down my old guitar.

     G                    C        G
And I wanna to sing that rock and roll,
                  A     D
I want to electrify my soul,
G
Cause everybody been making a shout,
C
So big and loud, been drownin' me out,
G                 C        G
I wanna sing that rock and roll.

(Guitar break)

I been a traveling near and far,
But I want to lay down my old guitar.
I wanna sing that rock and roll,
I want to electrify my soul,
Cause everybody been making a shout,
So big and loud, been drownin' me out,
I wanna sing that rock and roll.
I wanna sing that rock and roll.

California Cottonfields

Written By: Dallas Frazier
Recorded By:  Merle Haggard

Verse1:
   A               E                G           D 
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43,
     A                             E
When I was just a child in momma's arms.
   A                E                   G                D
My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would leave
     A                  E        A
This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm.
E                               D            A
Then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
B7                                E
That he'd finally saved enough to go.
A          E                G             D
California was his dream, a paradise, for he had seen
A           E              A
Pictures in magazines that told him so.

Chorus:
A   D      E
California Cottonfields,
      D                E                 D               A
Where labor camps were filled with weary men with broken dreams.
A   D      E 
California Cottonfields,
   D                  E          A
As close to wealth as daddy ever came.

Verse2:
Nearly everything we had was sold or left behind,
From my daddy's plow to the soup that momma canned.
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell;
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand.
That model A was loaded down and California bound;
A change of luck was just 4 days away.
But the only change that I remember seeing in my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey.

(Chorus)

Suspicious Minds

Written By: By Mark James
Performed By: Elvis Presley

G                        C
  We're caught in a trap;  I can't walk out
D               C               G
  because I love you too much,  baby.
G                    C
  Why can't you see,   what you're doing to me,
D                      C          D     C  Bm  D7
  when you don't believe a word I say?

(1st Chorus:)
  C                G        Bm                  C    D
     We can't go on together, with Suspicious Minds;
  Em                  Bm          C              D       D7
     and we can't build our dreams, on Suspicious Minds.

G                              C
  So, if an old friend I know, drops by to say hello,
D                 C           G
  would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
G                  C
  Here we go again, asking where I've been.
D                       C               D      C  Bm  D7
  You can see these tears are real I'm crying.

(2nd Chorus:)
  C                G        Bm                  C
     We can't go on together, with Suspicious Minds;
  Em                  Bm           C              B7sus4   B7
     and we can't build our dreams, on Suspicious Minds...

      Em             Bm            C
          Oh, let our love survive,
                       D
          I'll dry the tears from your eyes.
       Em                   Bm             C
          Let's don't let a good thing die,  when honey,
             D                G               C    G       D7
          you know I've never,  lied to you;   Mmm,  yeah,  yeah!

Down the River Road

Written By: John Hartford
 
     G                 C
Where'd you get your whiskey?
                     G
Where'd you get your rum
                  C
I got it down on front street
              D7    G
At number ninety-nine

Chorus:
   G                 C
Ain't it gone, gone, gone
              G
Ain't it long gone
                  C
Ain't gone, gone, gone
  G             D7     G
Way down on the river road

Chorus

I'm riding on a street car
Looking for the town
Eating salt cracker
Five bucks a pound

Chorus

Going to Paducah
Just to look around
If things don't suit me
I'll find another town

Chorus

Rag Mama

Written By: Blind Boy Fuller


Pick a key and use this progression: VI, II, V, I 
I also recommend mixing up your standard chords and 7th chords. 





In G: E7 A7 D7 G

In D: B7 E7 A7 D
 
I am going downtown with my hat in my hand
Lookin' for a woman ain't got no man
Might as well be lookin' for a needle in the sand
Lookin' for a woman ain't got no man
Now, dee dee dum a deedly dum, rag mama
Come on, baby, let's do that rag

Now, you get one woman, you better get two
One for your buddy and one for you
You better get a wife and a sweetheart too
Wife don't love you but your sweetheart do
Now, dee dee dum a deedly dum, rag mama
Come on, baby, let's do that rag

I never thought my gal would treat me so
Lover man in my back door
Now, come on mama, what you know
You gonna reap just what you sow
Now, dee dee dum a deedly dum, rag mama
Come on, baby, let's do that rag

Hey, saw my gal with a man, she was holdin' his hand
I had a pistol in my pocket, blackjack in my back
Run outside with a half a brick
Sayin', I'm gonna get that so-and-so
Dee dee dum a deedly dum, rag mama
Come on, baby, let's do that rag
All right, we gonna rag on out now
Whup, bup …

Peace of Mind

Written By: Jeff Austin
Appears on: Town by Town, Mountain Track Vol. 2, Mountain Tracks Vol. 3

Intro:  D  
G  F
D
Bb  A  

G          Bb     A                D
You and I headed straight into the west
G               Bb                A                  D
Sun is rising behind we're heading straight into the darkness
Bm                               D
And it's been so long since I've seen you
Bm                G              D 
But I'm forced to stare at these lines
Bm                         D
That are laid out here before me
        C       G       D
Say you love me give me peace of mind

Chorus:
D                 F        C             D
Straight into the darkness headed you and I
D                 F        C          D 
Straight into the darkness further into the night
G                C          D
But at least you are here with me
G          C        D
We're here together side by side
D                F         C             D
Straight into the darkness headed you and I

Time is running fast another hour come and gone
Plenty of road ahead behind the mornings coming on
I can feel you sleeping beside me
But I'm forced to stare at these lines
While you toss and turn and you dreaming
Say you love me give me such peace of mind

[ Chorus ]

Later in the afternoon and the sun is setting low
Way to home is mind in the middle of the pine trees and the snow
You wish to speak to me darling I love you best
You're never far from me even when in the old darkness
And it's been so long since I've seen you
Now I'm racing home to be by your side
While you bend out here before me
Got me home dear give me such peace of mind

[ Chorus ]

Thirty Years of Farming

Written By: Fred Eaglesmith

G

          G                                                C                G
There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday
    G                                      A                  D
And when we saw it, we all ran out just to see what it had to say.
    G                                                     C                      G
And when we read it, our eyes filled with tears, and they fell to the cold, hard clay
G                                                                        D          G
Something about a mortgage, something about foreclosure, something about failing to pay.

Oh, and on the post by the general store, they put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow at the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart
And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day
'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away.

Oh, and on the post by the general store, they put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow at the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

At the day's first dawning, we awoke this morning, there was nothing for us to do,
Nothing in the granary, no hay in the mow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
So we loaded up the car, took the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save.
Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.

Oh, and on the post by the general store, they put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow at the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

Cold Rain and Snow

Written By: Traditional

(G)I married me a (F)wife, she give me (G)trouble all my life
Left me out in the (F)cold rain and (G)snow.
Rain and sno(F)ooow, ooh(G) oh lord
Left me out in the (F)cold rain and (G)snow

She came down the stairs, combing back her long yellow hair
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
As a ro..ose ooh oh lord
And her cheeks were as red as a rose

Ive done all I can do, to try and get along with you
And I aint going to be treated this away
This away a ay, a oh lord
And I aint going to be treated this away

She came into the room, where she met her final doom
And I aint going to be treated this away
This away a ay, a oh lord
And I aint going to be treated this away

(G)I married me a (F)wife, she give me (G)trouble all my life
Left me out in the (F)cold rain and (G)snow.

Rain and sno(F)ooow, ooh(G) oh lord
Left me out in the (F)cold rain and (G)snow

My Sisters and Brothers

Written By: Charles Johnson


A                                          D
I want to say to my sisters & my brothers, keep the faith.
         A
When the storm flies & the wind blows,
   E
Go on at a steady pace.
         A
When the battle is fought & the victories won.
       D
We can all shout together, we have overcome.
        A                  D
We will talk to the Father and the Son,
                                A
When we make it to the promised land.

      A
If we walk together little children.
D
We don't ever have to worry,
A
Through this world of trouble.
             E
We've got to love a-one another.
       A
Let us take our fellow man, by the hand,
D
Try to help him to understand.
       A                   D
We can all be together, forever and ever,
                                A
When we make it to the promised land.

Our bible reads, thou shall not be afraid
Of the terror by night or the arrow that flies by day.
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in the dark,
Nor for the destruction that waiteth in the noonday hour.

This world is not our home, we are only passing through.
Our trail is all made up, way beyond the blue.
Let us do the very best that we can,
While we're travelin' through this land.
We will all be together, shakin' a hand,
When we make it to the promised land.

        A
When we make it to the promised land,
D
Make it to the promised land.
        A
When we make it to the promised land,
E
Make it to the promised land.
        A
When we make it to the promised land,
D
Make it to the promised land.
       A                   D
We can all be together, forever and ever
                                A
When we make it to the promised land.
When we make it to the promised land.
When we make it to the promised land.

Screen Door

Written By: Uncle Tupelo

Intro:  G

  G
Down here, where we're at, the weather changes, that's the way it goes
  C                                  G
Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong
  D                    C (hold)                    G
Sometimes it snows, but when it does, it doesn't last long


  G
Down here, where we're at, all we do is sit out on the porch

  C                             G
And play our songs, and nothing's wrong

  D                        C (hold)        G
Sometime friends come around, they all sing along


  D
Down here, where we're at
Em         C
 Everyone is equally poor
D
 Down here, we don't care
Em                C        D                 G
 We don't care what happens outside the screen door


 G     
Down here, where we're at, sweat drips from the tip of your nose
    C                                 G
You wear loose clothes, and you try to stay cool
   D                       C (hold)              G
We all still have a lot of fun, never saw much school


  D
Down here, where we're at
Em         C
 Everyone is equally poor
D
 Down here, we don't care
Em                C        D                 G
 We don't care what happens outside the screen door, the screen door, the screen door

G

Little Maggie

Written By: Traditional

G                         F
Over yonder stands little Maggie
       G          D7     G
With a dram glass in her hand
                        F
She's drinking away her troubles
      G        D7      G
She's courting another man

                       F
Last time I saw little Maggie
        G              D7           G
She was setting on the banks of the sea
                  F
With a forty-four around her
      G     D7     G
And a banjo on her knee

                             F
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
       G          D7      G
Pretty stars were made to shine
                           F
Pretty women were made for loving
       G          D7       G
Little Maggie was made for mine

                        F
Lay down your last gold dollar
    G         D7             G
Lay down your gold watch and chain
                                F
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
          G        D7    G
Listen to this old banjo ring

                       F
Go away go away Little Maggie
       G      D7       G
Go and do the best you can
                    F
I'll get me another woman
        G       D7      G
You can get you another man

Jesus on the Mainline

Written By: Traditional

(C) - (F) - (G)

(C) If you're living good, feeling right
Tell him what you want to
(F) You know the story, tell it right
Tell him what you want to
(C)Call Him Up brothers and sisters
You can (G) call Him up and (F) tell him right (C) now

(C) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you want to
(F) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus on that mainline
(G) Tell Him what (F) you want to (C) now

(C) If you're living good, feeling right
Tell him what you want to
(F) You've seen the glory, seen the light
Tell him what you want to
(C)Call Him Up brothers and sisters
You can (G) call Him up and (F) tell him right (C) now

(C) Jesus on the mainline
Tell Him what you want to
(F) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus on that mainline
(G) Tell Him what (F) you want to (C) now

You've seen the glory, know the story
Tell Him what you want to
You know the lord, you've cried out holy
Call him, pick it up, tell him
Tell him what you want to now

(C) Jesus on the mainline
Tell Him what you want to
(F) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus on that mainline
(G) Tell Him what (F) you want to (C) now

(C) If you're living good, feeling right
Tell him what you want to
(F) You know the story, tell it right
Tell him what you want to
(C)Call Him Up brothers and sisters
You can (G) call Him up and (F) tell him right (C) now

(C) Jesus on the mainline
Tell Him what you want to
(F) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus on that mainline
(G) Tell Him what (F) you want to (C) now

(C) Jesus on the mainline
Tell Him what you want to
(F) Jesus on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus on that mainline
(G) Tell Him what (F) you want to (C) now

I Second That Emotion

Written By: Smokey Robinson & Al Cleveland

Intro

E---7-7---7-----5-5---5----5--------------------------------
B---9-9---9-----7-7---7----5--------------------------------
G---9-9---9-----7-7---7----6--------------------------------
D---9-9---9-----7-7---7----7----------7--9p7----------------
A---7-7---7-----5-5---5----7-----7^9----------9-------------
E--------------------------5--------------------------------


E  D   A
E  D   A

A                 D              A
Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
A                D               A
But only for one night with no repeat
A               D             A
Maybe you’d go away and never call
      D                 E                  A
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all

                   D                         A
Oh little girl, in that case I don't want no part
D                        A
That would only break my heart
        A
Oh, but if you feel like loving me
E              D
If you got the notion
               A
I second that emotion
A
If you feel like giving me
  E             D
A lifetime of devotion
               A
I second that emotion

Maybe you think that love would tie you down
You ain't got the time to hang around
Maybe you think that love was made for fools
So it makes you wise to break the rules


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My Walking Shoes

Written By: Jimmy Martin & Paul Williams

D                G              D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
                 G               D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
                                  G         B
Stay on your side of town, honey, I won't be around
   D             G            D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore

     D               G           D
It's long way from here to over yonder
     D             G             D
My feet they're getting mighty sore
                              G               B
I ain't coming back you've made your mind to wander
   D               G           D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore

     D            G            D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
                  G            D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
                            G               B   
Stay on your side of town, honey, I won't be around
       D            G          D
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore

I'll be a longtime gone from you baby
You'll never here me knock upon your door
I thought you were worth it once but I was crazy
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore

My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore
Stay on your side of town, honey, I won't be around
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore

Don't Let Your Deal Go Down

Written By: Traditional
Appears on: Mountain Tracks Vol. 5

     D                     G
I've been all around this great wide world
C                          F
And I've been down to sunny Alabama
D                G
Like my mama said boy, told you son
C                   F
Never let your deal go down

D                       G
Don't let your deal go down.
C                         F
Never let your deal go down.
D                       G
Don't let your deal go down
        C                F
Til your last gold dollar's gone.

Yeah the last time I saw that gal of mine
She was standing in the door
With her little bare feet on the cold wooden floor
Saying you won't see your gal no more

D                       G
Don't let your deal go down.
C                         F
Never let your deal go down.
D                       G
Don't let your deal go down
        C                F
Til your last gold dollar's gone.

I'm heading on down those railroad tracks
And I'm gonna bring a rocking chair
If these doggone blues they don't leave my mind
I'm gonna rock away from here

D                       G
Don't let your deal go down.
C                         F
Never let your deal go down.
D                       G
Don't let your deal go down
        C                F
Til your last gold dollar's gone.

D                       G
Don't let your deal go down.
C                         F
Never let your deal go down.
D                       G
Don't let your deal go down
        C                F
Til your last gold dollar's gone.

Yes, She Do (No, She Don't)

Written By: Jo Trent & Peter DeRose
Recorded By: The Jim Kweskin Jug Band

G
My Gal she loves me
G
(No She don't)
G
Oh yes she do
E7
(Oh no she don't)
A7          D7           G D7
I'm satisfied with my gal

My baby she's don't wear no
(Yes she does)
Oh No she don't
(Yes she does)
I'm satisfied with my gal

        B7
She's got the great big legs, pretty teeth
        E7
And I'm in love with her dimple chin
A7
What a little face, a pretty little smile
D7                                        
Hot damn, what a fine mama she been

My Gal she love
(No She don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

My baby she loves me
(No she don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

Yeah, she does the boogie woogie
(No she doesn't)
Every single time I ask
(No she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

        B7
She's got the great big legs, pretty teeth
        E7
And I'm in love with her dimple chin
A7
What a little face, a pretty little smile
D7                                        
Hot damn, what a fine mama she been

Oh she loves me
(No she don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

<Scat like Jeff for a while>

My Gal she love
(No She don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

My baby she loves me
(No she don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal

She's got the great big legs, pretty teeth
        E7
And I'm in love with her dimple chin
A7
What a little face, a pretty little smile
D7                                        
Hot damn, what a fine mama she been

Oh she loves me
(No she don't)
Oh yes she do
(Oh no she don't)
I'm satisfied with my gal
(What gal?)
Oh I'm satisfied with my gal

Vamp in the Middle

Written By: John Hartford

Em……………..D
Make my bed with a crease in the middle
B7……………..Em
Make my home in the Hollywoodish hills
Make my livin’ on a hillbilly fiddle
Playin’ little runs and a funky little fills

Well I got me a gal, from playin on the fiddle
And the harder that I fiddle, the harder that she comes along
And I gotta get happy, when we wiggle in the middle
Cause that’s when I know they’re gonna come home
Cause that’s when I know
 
D………….G….Em
Play fiddle play all day long I hear you screamin’ at me
C……..B7.……..Em
Way far away in the yard

Well, I wrote this song with a vamp in the middle,
And I knew when I wrote it, that I'd written it for the fiddle. 

Play, fiddle, play.
All day long, I hear you screamin' at me
Way far away in the yard.

Pan American

Written By: Hank Williams

Capo 2

|D                                        |G
I have heard your stories about your fast trains
    |A                                                      |D
But now I'll tell you about one all the southern folks have seen
                                                          |G
She's the beauty of the southlands listen to that whistle scream
|A                                          |D
It's that Pan American on her way to New Or-leans.
 
                                              |G
She leaves Cincinnati headin' down that Dixie line
        |A                                          
When she passes that Nashville tower you can hear that
        |D
whistle whine
                                                            |G
Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze
     |A                                        |D
your on that Pan American on her way to New Or-leans.

                                                    |G
If your ever in the south lands and want to see the scenes
     |A                                          |D
Just get your self a ticket on that Pan American Queen
                                                         |G
There's Louivill Nashville Montgomery the cap'tal of Ala-bam
    |A                                                |D
You pass right through then all when your New Orleans bound.

                                              |G
She leaves Cincinnati headin' down that Dixie line
        |A
When she passes that Nashville tower you can hear that
        |D
whistle whine
                                                           |G
Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze
     |A                                        |D
your on that Pan American on her way to New Or-leans.