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[Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two
chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]
DO DO FA FA SOL SOL DO SOL DO DO FA FA SOL SOL DO SOL
intro
DO DO FA FA
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
REm SOL DO SOL
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
DO MIm FA FA
And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night
REm SOL FA - SOL DO SOL
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
DO DO FA FA
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
REm SOL DO SOL
I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
DO MIm FA FA
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot
REm SOL FA - SOL DO
In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
FA SOL
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
DO - MIm FA
With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
REm SOL DO - MIm FA
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
DO MIm/SI LAm - SOL FA
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
REm SOL FA - SOL
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
DO DO FA FA SOL SOL DO SOL
(me) [instrumental]
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
DO DO FA FA SOL SOL DO SOL DO MIm FA FA REm SOL FA-G DO
[violin solo] [harmonica solo]
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
REm SOL FA - SOL LAm
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
REm SOL FA - SOL
Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
DO DO FA FA SOL SOL DO DO
(me) [instrumental]
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