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DD/GD/ED/A
DD/GD/ED/A
It was my Dfirst night in that roomin` house,
in the D/Glast room down the hall.
I heard a D/Ehoarse voice, and an old guitar,
D/Acomin` through the paper thin walls.
D A crazy nonsense nursery rhyme,
it D/Gdid not mean a thing.
But for the D/Efirst of what was to be a thousand times,
D/Athis is what I heard him sing.
Hold that "DD" chord on the old guitar,
D/G `till I find the "G."
Drop it D/Edown to old "E" minor,
`till the "D/AA" chord rolls back home around to "DD." D/A
I Dhad to lay there listening, it D/Gseemed he was in the room.
The D/Estranger with the melodies, D/Asingin` there in the gloom.
And he Bmrepeated it over and over again, such a Fsoft and sinking sound.
It was Amkind of like a music box that was Emslowly windin` down.
And he Fsang it, he hummed it, he Emwhistled it, and he strummed it.
He Glaughed it, and he cried it. He did Aanything but hide it. A A7 A6
AHold that "DD" chord on the old guitar,
D/G `till I find the "G."
Drop it D/Edown to old "E" minor,
`till the "D/AA" chord rolls back home around to Dme. D/A
So I Dlay there in that lumpy bed, counted D/GChoruses instead of sheep,
`till I D/Ebanged on the wall and out I called, "Hey D/Abub, I need some sleep."
D stop pattern, just base G
A sudden void of silence, then I heard that hoarse voice say,
E "It weren`t so long ago, boy, Athey paid me to Dplay. D/A
So I Dsaid, "It`s kind of late for music, sir. Two D/Ghours `till it`s daylight."
He D/Eanswered, "I need my music most in these D/Adark hours of the night.
You see I`ve Bmtried gettin` high on somethin`, son; it Fonly brings me down.
Stayin` Amdry don`t work out better, boy, `cause my Emeyes get wet and I drown.
Won`t you Fplease let me continue, and EmI`ll be in your debt.
You see I`m Gnot singin` to remember, son. I`m just A singin` to Aforget.A7 A6
AHold that "DD" chord on the old guitar,
D/G `till I find the "G."
Drop it D/Edown to old "E" minor,
`till the "D/AA" chord rolls back home around to Dme. D D A
That`s when I Csaid, if I`m supposed to Glisten to you, sir,
Cone quick question, Gthen.
FWhy in the hell do you Csing one song, Aover and over again?
spoken And this is what he said.
D D D I gave her the music, son. D/GShe gave me the words.
ToD/Egether we`d write the kinds of songs the D/Aangels must have heard.
Of Dcourse, we`d fight like cats and dogs; D/Glife ain`t no rosebud dream.
Still, where D/Eever we`d go, everybody`d know, we were D/Atruly a team.
I can`t reDmember now if I`d done her wrong, or if D/Gshe`d done wrong to me.
Still, D/Eall I know is when I let her go, it D/Adid not set me free.
That`s when I Bmsaid, "You sound like what`s-his-name."
He Fsaid, "That`s who I am.
But you Amcan`t wrap a name around you boy,
`cause it Emreally don`t mean a damn.
You see, a Fsong don`t have no meanin`, when it Emdon`t have nothin` to say.
What Gshe could do was magic, son. All AI can do is Aplay.A7 A6 A
He started Dsingin` again, that`s when I drifted off,
and D/Gmaybe I`d dreamed what I`d heard,
about the D/Estranger with the melodies,
who`d D/Agone and lost the words.
Hold that "DD" chord on the old guitar,
D/G `till I find the "G."
Drop it D/Edown to old "E" minor,
`till the "D/AA" chord rolls back home around to "DD." D
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