Eyolf Østrem

A
        A
Well, I  ain't got no money

I'm gonna lose everything I own
          D
Well, I ain't got no money
                                A
I'm gonna lose everything I own
E
 You know a man was coming out this morning
D                               A
 they want to reposess my home

Well, they took my television
now they're coming for my radio
Well, they took my television
now they're coming for my radio
They don't like the way I'm doing
they say I pay my bills too slow

I paid twenty dollars down
I bought a new Chevrolet Bel air
I paid twenty dollars down

C
             C                 F             C                               
The sweetest songs are sung by lovers in the moonlight,
             G                              C
The sweetest days are the days that used to be.
            C            F                   C
The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting
               G                    C 
When you said "Sweetheart, remember me."

         F                             C
Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin',
         G                               C

[Intro:]
                            C                         Am
  :     .     .     .       :     .     .     .       :     .     .     .
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|-----------------------4-|/5---------------------4-|/5------------------------|
|----------------------(4-|/5)-------------------(4-|/5)-----------------------|
|-----------------------4-|/5---------------------6-|/7------------------------|
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A . Bm7 . C#m7 . Bm7 .

  A         Bm7   C#m7  Bm7      A  Bm7  C#m7  Bm7
I wish I was    a red   rosey bush
D      E7           A    Bm7  C#m7 Bm7
By the banks of the sea
     D     E7      A         Bm7
 And every time my true love passed
      C#m7   Bm7       A   Bm7  C#m7  Bm7
She'd take a rose from me

I wish I had a little white box *)
I put her in
and I'd take her out, and kiss her, then
I'd put her back again

I wish I was in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine

      G                      Em
Well, I'm just-a one of them ramblin' boys,
C                  D      G
Ramblin' round and makin' noise
G                 Em
Sometimes lonely, sometimes blue,
C              D           G
Noone knows it better than you

Ramlin' round ramblin' twirl,
Ramblin' down through the world
Ramlin' down ramblin' twirl,
Ramblin' down through the world

[long harp solo over sustained D/f# chord, then some rounds of the verse]

Em

           Em
She went upstairs to make her bed.
            C                  Em
And not one word to her mother said.

Her mother she went upstairs too,
                    C                          Em
Saying "Daughter oh daughter, what's troubling you?"

Oh mother oh mother I cannot tell.
It's that railroad boy that looks so well.
He's courted me my life away.
And now at home I long to stay.

There is a place in yonder town
where my love goes and he sits there down.
And he takes a strange girl on his knee,
And he tells to her what he won't tell me.

Intro, incl. basic G pattern:

           C                           F
           :   .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .
         |-0---0---0---|-0---1-------|-------------|-------------|
         |-1---1---1---|-1---1-------|-1---1---1---|-1-------1---|
         |-0---0---0---|-0---0-------|-2---2---2---|-2-3-2---2---|
         |-2---2---2---|-3---2-------|-3---3---3---|-3-------3---|
         |-3---3---3---|-3---3-------|-0---0---0---|-0-------0---|
         |-0---0---0---|-0---0-------|-0---0---0---|-0-------0---|
When I'd   asked why the painting was  deadly                no - body...

          G          G7
Well they found poor Lazarus
C              A
in between two mountains.
            G          D/f#
Blowed him down, great God,
                G      D/f#
they blowed him down.

Well they killed poor Lazarus
with a mighty number,
number .45.

Poor Lazarus, they took his body
to the commissary office.
Walked away,
great God, they walked away.

Poor Lazarus, Lazarus's father,
when he heard his son was a-dying,
he said: let that fool go down.
Let the fool go down.

And Lazarus, Lazarus's little sister,
she could not come to the funeral.