Eyolf Østrem

F                        Am
Freedom for the stallion
Bb                           F
Freedom for the mare and the colt
Am                   D
Freedom for the baby child
      Am             Bb
Who's not grown old enough to vote
C11
Lord have mercy

     F                  Am
what You gonna do
          Bb                         Gm
About the people that are prayin' to You
         F
They got men makin' laws
       C
that destroy other men
Dm                     G
made money God, it's a dog-gone sin
   F(/c)            C              Bb   /a /g F   (or: Am Gm F)

Am  .  .  .  F    . E    .
Am  .  .  .  D/f# . E    .

E              D/f#   Am
Never know how much I love you
E              D/f#   Am
Never know how much I care
Am                /c    Dm
When you put your arms around me
                  E *)                 Am
You know, I get a fever that's hard to bear

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     G                            Dmadd9/f
Come all you maids, both near and far,
           G     F
and listen to my ditty
      C/g   /a   C
'Twas near Gravesend there lived a maid
    F   C           G       C/g  G
She was so neat and pretty.

    Dmadd9/f         G        C
Her true love he was pressed away
    Csus4    C       G       F
And drownded in some foreign sea
      C/g    /a   C
Which caused this fair maid to say
                    G       C/g  G
'I'll be a rambling sailor.'

With trousers blue and jacket white
Just like a sailor neat and tight

D        Em7   C                D
Shotover River, your gold it is waning
         C(add9)         D          G       D
And it's years since the color I've seen.
D           Em7      C         D
No use just sitting, Lady Luck blaming
     C(add9)     D            G       C/g  G
I'll pack up and make a break clean.

D               Dsus4 D      G       D
Farewell to the gold    that never I found,
    D          Dsus4 D      G          D
Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound;
         G         C             G         D

Barcelona, June 28, 1984

G7
Hands off your feet, baby,
Gdim
listen to this
Cm6/g                G
This is what I can't be
G7
Often it hurt me honey, I'm
Gdim
looking at you but
Cm6/g                G
You're looking at me too.

          C
Because a dollar is a dollar
                           G
And the downtown boys play rough
   D
Go all the way back, baby
          C         G     D
Tell 'em enough is enough.

Face on the gutter baby,
which is which but I'd
rather be lucky than be rich

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E   Esus4  E  Esus4

E          Esus4  E
There is a valley fair
  A   F#m7' E
Eileen Aroon
E          Esus4   E
There is a cottage there
  A   F#m' E
Eileen Aroon
E/g#       A'           E/g#     B'
Far in the valley shade I know a tender maid
E/g#          A     C#m      A   F#m7' E
Flow'r of the hazel glade, Eileen Aroon.

Were she no longer true
Eileen Aroon
What would her lover do
Eileen Aroon
Fly with a broken chain
far cross the sounding main
Never to love again, Eileen Aroon.

Who in the time so fleet
Eileen Aroon
Who in the song so sweet
Eileen Aroon

           G                          C            G
Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring
                                    D(sus4)
The trucks and the trailers will be winding
       G                          C        G
Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
      G                        D             G         C/g   G
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em strambling
Through the clear county lakes and lumberjack lands,

C
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
G
'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car

Got a mean look right   in his eye
      C
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die
   F                   C
He been on the job too long

Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
'Long came Brady with his shiny star
"Duncan," said Brady, "you are under arrest"
Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
He been on the job too long.

Old King Brady was a big, fat man
Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand
reached for his pulse, the doctor said
"I believe to my soul, king Brady, you're dead"

     Am               F             Am
Come gather 'round me people, and a story I will tell
                                F            Am
About a night not long ago, you all remember well.
                                      F            Am
I tell it to you straight and true, I tell it like friend
              F                 Am
All about the fearful night, we thought the world would end.

I was walkin' down the sidewalk not causin' any harm
The radio reported, it sounded with alarm
The Russian ships were sailin' all out across the sea