There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
DOSayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
LAm SOLI'll show you my place on Caroline Street
SOL RE DO
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
SOL RE DOListens to the jukebox for her answers
SOL RE DOSlowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
(Repeat chorus)
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
Just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she's the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
And in a flash all hell has broken loose
(Repeat chorus)
(guitar solo)
When I woke up and looked around the barroom
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
Someone just might take a swing at you
(Repeat chorus twice and fade)
Intro MIm LA7 RE SOL MIm LA7 RE SOL
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
It's that kind of mornin'
DO REReally was that kind of night
DO SOL SI7 MImTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Went down to the snake pit
SOLTo drink a little beer
REListen to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear
MImAll of a sudden I wasn't alone
LA7Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes they starting poppin'
MImBecause there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
RESomeone call a cab
RE7Lady won'tcha pay my tab
Chorus
And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Gotta get a little orange juice
And a Darvon for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day
Chorus
But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
DO RE SOLLet me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
DO RE SOLI mean I'll be roarin' Friday night
RE SOL
I never used to miss the chance
RE SOLTo climb upon his knee
And listen to the many tales
MI7 LAOf life upon the sea
FA#m SOLWe'd go sailing back on barkentines
And talk of things he did
FA#m SOLTomorrow's just a day away
MI7 LA REFor the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailing ships
To raking mom's back yard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then
And wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steers
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
The place he ought to be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's waving back at me
(Repeat first verse)
MI7 LA REFor the captain and this kid
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MI
If I was a road dog baby
And all a' my songs were true
Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
A whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good life baby
Not so sure it's for me
MII'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
LAI wish I was a big rig
SIA big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Now I been to lots a' parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lotta good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a snortin'
Ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways
I'd be rollin' home to Alabam'
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken: "Ah, go Fingers, yeah!"
Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days'll be through
I won't have any more gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile, wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotch
And she wants to go home with me
Chorus
She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Yeah I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
Wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken:
"Yeah I'll be home in a few days baby"
"Have I been good?"
"I've been GREAT!"
"Whoa!"
Intro MI SI7 MI
I live on a big, round ball
MII never do dream I may fall
SI7And even one day if I do
Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me we're circlin' a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I'm riding a big, round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall, I will be glad to go
Yes, when I do fall I will be glad to go
*The intro and first part of the verses can be done
*by moving an A fingering up to the 7th and 9th frets
* See notes below...
LA RE MI RE
Stashed his trash in Ecua-dor
LA RE MI LABought a good suit of clothes
LA RE MI RE LA RE MI LA
Flew on up to Mexi-co, standin' by the shore
Waitin' for some mystery man to pay him for his time
But thinkin' 'bout all the money he'd made
LACouldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin', boy he's just dreamin' his life away
Daddy chopped that sugarcane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin' around in his head
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked
Water's so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin', oh he's just schemin'
His life away
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Ceiling fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl
Fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin' wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well, but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin', oh he'll be dreamin'
His life away
She's got a ballpark figure
LA MIHe's got a ballpoint pen
LA MIThey travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been
MIShe plays guitar but nothin' fancy
LA MIWith no intention of becomin' a star
Only thing that's botherin' him these days
SI LA SIIs where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar
Chorus
Cli-ches
LA MIGood ways
SITo say what you mean
Mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast
They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for a night on the town
Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down
Chorus
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
Tonight they're gonna go star gazin'
An' try to figure out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from here
Chorus
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
MI LA MI
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
MI LA MIAnd the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
FA#m SOL#m FA#m MImThey planted this song in my mind
Chorus LA MI
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
LA MI LA SI MI SIThe way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
FA#m SOL#m FA#m MIMade this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
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MI7
One o'clock in mornin'
LA MI7People pilin' in thru the door
Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin'
RE SI7And the audience is screamin' for more
Somebody's locked in the bathroom
Manager can't find the key
I pay that man but from where I stand
It's lookin' like the prisoner is me
Chorus LA MI
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
REWe got two more hours to go
Is there any more hope of scorin' any more coke
SI7 LAAnd we still gotta do another show
My mind started to wander
In the middle of my second song
Dreamin' I was at sea just my baby and me
When the words started comin' out wrong
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses
The bartenders scream last call
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
As the bass man took a bad fall
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another show
(Organ instrumental)
It's three o'clock in the mornin'
Runnin' on adrenalin
What I'm tryin' to say is that tomorrow's today
And we got to do it over again
Chorus
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another show
Coda:
MIGot to do another show
RE LA MII got to, do another show
Got to, do another show
RE LA MIGot to, do another show,...
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff
SOL DOA laundry bag and a shoeshine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone phone
With a light that comes on when I ain't home
FA DOI ain't home, I ain't home
SOL DOYou better leave a message, 'cause I ain't home
Break: F C G C
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side-by-side
With a Holy Bible and a TV Guide
TV Guide, TV Guide, great God almighty, it's a TV Guide
I got a second-story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads, "Do Not Disturb"
A monogrammed towel and bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drink
A porcelain throne and an aluminium sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A Magic Fingers and a king-sized bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic Fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic Fingers makes you feel alright
This old hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I've had enough
Call my baby said don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Whoa, comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
There's a woman goin' crazy
..on Caroline Street
REStoppin' every man that she
..does meet
DOSayin' if you'll be gentle if
..you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on
..Caroline Street
She claimed in a loud voice to be
DO..a dancer
SOL REBut I don't think she's cut a rug
..in years
SOL RE DOListens to the jukebox for her
..answers
SOL RE DOSlowly guzzles twenty-five cent
..beers
Talks about the men she's known
..and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and
..on the street
She slides her dapper legs from
..beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
(Repeat chorus)
Her lover left her stranded in
..Jamaica
Just right now she can't recall
..his name
Perceiving she's the center of
..attention
And all the lurking eyes they look
..the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a
..frenzy
They're horny and don't need a
..good excuse
Someone yells and things just
..start erupting
And in a flash all hell has broken
..loose
(Repeat chorus)
(guitar solo)
When I woke up and looked around
..the barroom
She was gone and I was black and
..blue
So be careful when you go to swing
..your partner
Someone just might take a swing at
..you
(Repeat chorus twice and fade)
Chorus
My head hurts, my feet stink,
DO SOL..and I don't love Jesus
LA7It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
DOTryin' to tell myself that my
SOL SI7 MIm..condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by
DO RE..Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday
SOL..night
RE
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little beer
REListen to the jukebox
SOLMerle was comin' in clear
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
LA7Pickin' country music with ol' Joe
..Bones
REDuval Street was rockin'
My eyes they starting poppin'
Because there she sat at the
..corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my
..ol' guitar
Someone call a cab
RE7Lady won'tcha pay my tab
Chorus
And now my head hurts, my
..feet stink, and I don't love
..Jesus
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my
..condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by
..Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday
..night
Gotta get a little orange juice
And a Darvon for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get
..some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets
..of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day
Chorus
But now my head hurts, my
..feet stink, and I don't love
..Jesus
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my
..condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by
..Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday
..night
Let me tell ya, I be roarin'
RE SOL..Friday night
DO RE SOLI mean I'll be roarin' Friday
..night
I never used to miss the chance
RE SOLTo climb upon his knee
RE SOLAnd listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
FA#m SOLWe'd go sailing back on
..barkentines
FA#m SOLAnd talk of things he did
FA#m SOLTomorrow's just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailing
..ships
To raking mom's back yard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then
And wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steers
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
The place he ought to be
With one hand on the starboard
..rail
He's waving back at me
(Repeat first verse)
For the captain and this kid
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.. E7 - |o2o1oo|
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If I was a road dog baby
And all a' my songs were true
Reckon I'd like my whiskey
..drinkin'
A whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good
..life baby
Not so sure it's for me
MII'd much rather be home rollin'
..with you
Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV
Chorus
I wish I was a big rig
MIRollin' on home to you
LAI wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
LA MIRollin' on home to you
Now I been to lots a' parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lotta good lookin'
..women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a snortin'
Ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways
I'd be rollin' home to Alabam'
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken: "Ah, go Fingers, yeah!"
Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days'll be through
I won't have any more gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile, wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' blonde with a
..bottle of scotch
And she wants to go home with me
Chorus
She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Yeah I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
Wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken:
"Yeah I'll be home in a few days
..baby"
"Have I been good?"
"I've been GREAT!"
"Whoa!"
Intro MI SI7 MI MI SI7
I live on a big, round ball
MII never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well, I'll jump up and smile back
MI..at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me we're circlin' a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't
..know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I'm riding a big, round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall, I will be glad
..to go
Yes, when I do fall I will be glad
..to go
*The intro and first part of
..the verses can be done
*by moving an A fingering up
..to the 7th and 9th frets
* See notes below...
LA RE MI RE
Stashed his trash in Ecua-dor
LA RE MI LABought a good suit of clothes
LA RE MI RE LA
Flew on up to Mexi-co, standin'
..by the shore
REWaitin' for some mystery man to
..pay him for his time
But thinkin' 'bout all the money
..he'd made
LACouldn't help to ease his mind
MIHavana daydreamin', boy he's just
..dreamin' his life away
Daddy chopped that sugarcane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin' around in his head
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked
Water's so green and the air was
..so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin', oh he's just
..schemin'
His life away
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Ceiling fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl
Fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin' wine and sharin' good
..times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well, but what the
..hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin', oh he'll be
..dreamin'
His life away
MI
She's got a ballpark figure
LA MIHe's got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a
..time
Writin' down descriptions of the
LA SI..places they been
MIShe plays guitar but nothin' fancy
With no intention of becomin' a
..star
Only thing that's botherin' him
..these days
Is where he's gonna find a good
LA SI..ten-cent cigar
Chorus
Cli-ches
LA MIGood ways
SITo say what you mean
Mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's eighty-sixed from the Chart
..Room
He's twenty nine and pushin'
..thirty real fast
They're funny when they get to
..rockin'
Goin' out for a night on the town
Takin' Polaroid pictures that are
..never in focus
Just to look at when they finally
..slow down
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the
..year could be June
He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets
..the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy
..slim
Tonight they're gonna go star
..gazin'
An' try to figure out which one
..they're near
But try as they might I don't
..think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from
..here
Chorus
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the
..year could be June
Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
MI
It was late in the evenin', just a
LA MI..few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy
SI MI SI..and fine
MIAnd the chords that she strummed
..were so tastefully clever
FA#m SOL#m FA#m MImThey planted this song in my
..mind
'Cause there's somethin' so
..feminine about a mandolin
LA MIThe way that they feel, the
LA SI MI SI..way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers,
LA..movin' so quickly
FA#m SOL#m FA#m MIMade this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a
..daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play
..her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I
..can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a
..fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you,
..you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few
..simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so
..feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that
..they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture
..somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
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MI7
One o'clock in mornin'
People pilin' in thru the door
LA7 MIDrinks are still comin' and I'm
..barely hummin'
REAnd the audience is screamin' for
SI7..more
Somebody's locked in the bathroom
Manager can't find the key
I pay that man but from where I
..stand
It's lookin' like the prisoner is
..me
Chorus
So won'tcha kick it in now
..second wind
We got two more hours to go
LAIs there any more hope of
MI..scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another
LA..show
My mind started to wander
In the middle of my second song
Dreamin' I was at sea just my baby
..and me
When the words started comin' out
..wrong
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses
The bartenders scream last call
When I looked to my right I saw a
..terrible sight
As the bass man took a bad fall
So won'tcha kick it in now
..second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of
..scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another
..show
(Organ instrumental)
It's three o'clock in the mornin'
Runnin' on adrenalin
What I'm tryin' to say is that
..tomorrow's today
And we got to do it over again
Chorus
So won'tcha kick it in now
..second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of
..scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another
..show
Coda:
Got to do another show
RE LA MII got to, do another show
RE LA MIGot to, do another show
Got to, do another show,...
DO
This hotel room's got a lot of
..stuff
SOL DOA laundry bag and a shoeshine
..cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone
..phone
SOLWith a light that comes on when I
..ain't home
FA DOI ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message, 'cause
..I ain't home
Break: F C G C
They got an air conditioner for
..when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin'
..side-by-side
With a Holy Bible and a TV Guide
TV Guide, TV Guide, great God
..almighty, it's a TV Guide
I got a second-story view from
..curb to curb
I got a sign that reads, "Do Not
..Disturb"
A monogrammed towel and bucket of
..ice
A chest of drawers and mirror that
..lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies
That couldn't be me in the gorilla
..disguise
They got a room service menu for
..food and drink
A porcelain throne and an
..aluminium sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A Magic Fingers and a king-sized
..bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the
..light
Magic Fingers makes you feel
..alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic Fingers makes you feel
..alright
This old hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you lose
..the key
This hotel room's got a lot of
..stuff
But I do believe I've had enough
Call my baby said don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm
..checkin' out
Just as soon as you hang up the
..telephone
Stick a candle in the window, I'm
..comin' home
Comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm
..comin' home
Whoa, comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm
..comin' home
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