Deep Pockets

Written By: David Johnston & Benny 'Burle' Galloway
Appears on: Old Hands, Mountain Tracks Vol. 3

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I wish my baby had deep pockets
So we could run around
Spendin' all her money
Paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets
I'd love life everyday
She don't got deep pockets, boys
What's there left to say

I wish my baby had deep pockets
The deepest ones around
Her momma was made o' money
And her daddy owned the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets
I'd love life everyday
She don't got deep pockets, boys
What's there left to say

I wish my baby drove a caddy
The biggest one around
Burnin' all four tires
Around every turn in town
I wish my baby drove a caddy
I'd love life everyday
She don't drive no caddy, boys
It's some beat up Chevrolet

I wish my baby cooked me pork chops
The fattest ones around
I'd kiss her in the kitchen
With the cabbage boilin' down
I wish my baby cooked me pork chops
I'd love life everyday
Buy the gravy's way too lumpy, boys
What's there left to say

Not Far Away

Written By: Benny 'Burle' Galloway

Appears on: Old Hands


Intro: same as verse

Verse 1:

Am
There's a deep dark hole in the mountain
                              D
Where the devil sleeps all the time
Am                         D
Guarding his gold from the boys, young and old
Am               G          Am
From the men who worked the mine
Am               G          Am
From the men who worked the mine

Jam over verse same progression

Verse 2:
There's a deep dark hole in the mountain
Where we'd shovel and pick everyday
Stealin' his gold, yeah, the boys, young and old
They're gone but not far away
They're gone but not far away

Another jam over same progression

chorus:

D                        Am
Oh, devil's dream in the mountain
D                      Am
Haulin' it down to the mill
D              Am
Day after day, drawin' our pay
Am               G           Am
From a deep dark hole in the hill
Am               G           Am
From a deep dark hole in the hill

Verse 3:

Am   
There's a deep dark hole in the mountain
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That last shot was a bum
Am                        D
Let's muck her out, boys, load'er up
Am              G       Am
And blow her to kingdom come
Am                G       Am
We'll blow her to kingdom come

Another jam over same progression

Chorus

Winds O’ Wyoming

Written By: Benny 'Burle' Galloway
Appears on: Old Hands, Mountain Tracks Vol. 4

Tuning:standard

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      D             C           D
Two old cowboys the wind often whispers
                                     C
Sweet reminders of where they belooooong
D                        G          D
On back of a horse in a worn-out saddle
C                        D      C                      D
Singin' a sweet country song, singin' a sweet country song
    
To old cowboys the wind often whispers
Some remember the right and the wrong
Trust a good wind and gun, don't be stupid, 'cause a
Bad wind is wicked and strong, a bad wind is wicked and strong

Chorus:
         G                            D
And those big winds still blow across Wyoming
                                        C
Two old cowboys, it's all they've ever known
         D                             C???
How those big winds still blow across Wyoming
     C                  D
From Cheyenne clear to Yellowstone
      C                  D
From Cheyenne clear to Yellowstone

To old cowboys the wind often whispers
Son, remember the sweet bye and bye
Remember the day 'cause there's times a comin'
They'll be no place left for you and I, they'll be no place left for you and I

[ Chorus ]


Tabbed by: Seth Yager

Pride of Alabama

Written By: Benny 'Burle' Galloway
Appears on: Old Hands
 
*Capo 4th fret*

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Verse 1:
G
Dixie was the pride of Alabama
G C
I met her on a lonesome midnight train
D G
Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
G D
She was staring out the window at the rain


Verse 2:
G
Well Dixie was from sunny Alabama
G C
Those old steel rails would roll to Birmingham
D G
Mobile, her final destination
G D
I looked down at the ticket in her hand


Chorus:
C D G
Southbound train it ain't you I know that done her wrong
C D G
Say again that you seen it coming all along
G C
All that she knew those sweet memories it's true
G D G
Dixie darling caught her southbound train


Verse 3:
G
Dixie asked if I'd been to Alabama
G C
Her voice was thick like some old southern night
D G
And maybe for the sake of conversation
G D
I said back in '88 or '89


Verse 4:
G
She said her daddy's fields were full of cotton
G C
By the river that she swam in as a child
D G
Lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms
G D
And that good ol' Honeysuckle growing wild


Chorus


Verse 5:
G
Dixie told me how she got to Denver
G C
A southern gal who coudn't stand the cold
D G
She fell in love and left Mobile forsaken
G D
Mistaken for a dusty pot of gold


Verse 6:
G
Dixie let the pieces fall together
G C
And painted up this picture in my mind
D G
Mobile, Alabama was a-callin' her back
G D
And the Pride of Alabama was on time


Chorus