G#
Well I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop
C# G#
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
D#
But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing
G# G#
Hey, hey, mama can your daddy come home
[Verse:]
G# D#
Now I'm living wild and dangerously
C# G#
But I've got plenty of company
D#
When the moon comes up and the sun goes down
C# G#
I can't wait to see the lights of town
[Chorus]
GUITAR SOLO: G# C# G# D# G#
[Verse:]
G# D#
C# pretty little girl and a jug of wine
C# G#
Well that's what it takes to make a honky tonk time
D#
With the jukebox moaning those honky tonk sounds
C# G#
I can't wait to lay my money down
[Chorus x2]
Track 2 – It Won’t Hurt
Intro: F# F# C# G# C#
[Chorus:]
C# F# C#
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
C# F# G#
It won't hurt when I stumble in the street
C# F# C#
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
F# F# C# G# C#
Even whiskey cannot ease your hurtin' me
[Verse:]
C# F# C#
Today I had another bout with sorrow
G#
You know this time I almost won
F# C#
If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
G# C#
I know that I would have sorrow on the run
[Chorus:]
Lead over Verse
[Verse:]
C# F# C#
Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
G#
I reach up for the bottle and find it's gone
F# C#
Yeah lord somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
G# C#
To face this cold cold world on my own
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
F# F# C# G# C#
Even whiskey cannot ease your hurtin' me
Track 3 – I’ll Be Gone
[Verse:]
B F#
I watch as you take off your clothes
E B
And slip under the sheets
F# B
Then i turn and kick the boots off my feet
B F#
Pull you close without a word
E B
For there's no need to speak
F# B
Girl beauty like yours is hard to beat
[Chorus:]
B
But i'll be gone in the morning
E B
In the morning i'll be gone
F#
Cause i'm not one for hangin' on
B E B
So please don't think you done somethin' wrong
F# B
Cause in the morning when you wake you'll find me gone
[Verse:]
B F#
Just one look at those fiery eyes
E B
Can almost erase
F# B
The memory of any others face
F# E B
and the passion that's unleashed can cause me to misplace
F# B
I lose all track of time without a trace
[Chorus:]
B F#
The sun intrudes and thrills
E B
Across the room it's golden tracks
F# B
I shake the dreams and now it's back to facts
B F# E B
As i turn to leave i know you had what so many lack
F# B
And maybe someday it'll bring me back
[Chorus:]
Track 4 – South of Cincinnati
[Intro:] B E B
[Chorus:]
B D#7 E B
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
E F#7 B F#7
Down where the dogwood trees grow
B D#7 E B
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon
E F#7 B F#7
To the home you left so long ago
B D#7 E B
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
E F#7 B F#7
Down where Dixieland begins
B D#7 E B
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
E F#7 B E B
I’ll be yours again.
[Verse:]
B E B
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
F#7 B
And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
B E B
For fourteen years she’d write each day but keep it hidden
F#7 B
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote:
[Chorus:]
[Instrumental, same chords as chorus]
[Verse:]
B E B
At a cold grey apartment in Chicago
F#7 B
C# cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
E B
He lies there drunk but it don’t matter drunk or sober
F#7 B
He’ll never read the words that pride won’t let her send
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
E F#7 B
Then I’ll be yours again
[Outro: B D#7 E B E F#7 B, G D#7 E B E F#7 G]
Track 5 – Bury Me (feat. Maria McKee)
Intro: C# F# G#7 C#
[Chorus:]
C# F#
Bury me along the Big Sandy,
C# G#7
Down in those blue gray mountains.
C# F#
Rest my soul in those hills of coal,
C# G# C#
Until this old earth does tremble.
F# C#
Don't you mourn for me when my soul is free,
F# G#
No woman, don't you cry.
C# F#
You just bury me along the Big Sandy,
C# G#7 C#
Under a blue Kentucky sky.
[Verse:]
C# F#
This old town of sin, its about to do me in,
C# G#7
I don't know how much I can stand.
C# F#
With my knees on the street and my heart at their feet,
C# G# C#
I'm forced to beg from Satan's hand.
[Chorus]
INSTRUMENTC#L A F# C# G#7 C# F# C# G# C# F# C# F# G# C# F# C# G# C#
[Verse:]
C# F#
When I came to this land, I was strong and I could stand,
C# G#
Oh, but now I've somehow gone astray.
C# F#
Yet I still see the truth in the teaching of my youth,
C# G# C#
And I know that the Lord ain't turned away.
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
C# G#7 C#
Under a blue Kentucky sky.
C# G#7 C#
Under a blue Kentucky sky.
Track 6 - Guitars, Cadillacs
C#
Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad
G#
And cry myself to sleep
C#
And showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool
G#
Who came to Babylon
And found out that the pie
C#
Don't taste so sweet
CHORUS
C# G#
Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
C#
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
G#
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
C#
The only things that keep me hangin' on
(Instrumental)
C#
Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land
G#
Of lost and wasted lives
C#
Painful scars are all that's left of me
I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me
G#
Brand new ways to be cruel
C#
Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave
(Chorus)
(Instrumental)
(Chorus)
Track 9 – Miner’s Prayer
B
When the whistle blows each morning, and I
F# B
walk down in that cold dark mine. I say a
F#
prayer for my dear savior please let me see
B
the sunshine one more time.
CHORUS
E B E
When oh when will it be over when will I
F# B
lay these burdens down and when I die dear
F#
Lord in heaven please take my sole from
B
beneath that cold dark ground.
SECOND VERSE
I still greive for my poor brother and I
F# B
still hear my dear ol mother cry. But late
that night they came an told her he lost his
F# B
life down in the vanleer mine.
CHORUS
BREAK MUSIC
THIRD VERSE
B
I have no shame I feel no sorrow if on this
F# B
earth not much I own I have a love for my
F#
sweet children an ol plow mule a shovel and
B
a hoe.
Chorus
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