Eyolf Østrem

C . . . Am . . . F . . . G      rep. ad lib.
C . . . Am . . . F . . .

    G
Do wop, do wop,

         C
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
         Am
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
         F
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
         G
Do do do wa, ah

[two more rounds in the same manner]

C
 You say you'd ask me,
Am
 You said you'd ask me,
F
 You said you'd ask me
G
 To the senior prom. [Elliott: "Say something!"]

Found out I had acne,
Now you won't ask me,
'Cause I have acne,
To the senior prom, Oooh...

C . .        .

  C
I wish I was in the land of cotton
F
Old times there are not forgotten
      C
Look away, look away
      G         C
Look away, Dixieland

In Dixieland where I was born,
Early on one frosty morning
Look away, Look away,
Look away, Dixieland

  C             F       D     G
I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
   C              F
In Dixieland I'll take my stand
   C               G
to live and die in Dixie,
 C     G     C        Csus4    C
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
 C     G     C        Csus4    C

Bm           Bm/a G    F#
Sometime she said  I'm slow
Bm            Bm/a             G           F#
 She said it about me but it's too soon to know
Bm         Bm/a     G         F#
Don't mind leaving, wondering why
Bm [n.c.]
Whosoever told it, told a dirty lie

Well, I'll tell you one more to
Take what is you with you when you go
Now I'll tumble, tumble and die
Whosoever told it, told a dirty lie

G
Already seen your dirty mate
Bm
Sure find it harder to concentrate
G
I'll be beloved, times too slow

Minnesota Hotel Tape version

C  F   C  F

C  F     C    F
If I had wings
C    F      C    F
like Noah's dove,
C   F       Am
I'd fly the river
             C     F
to the one I love.
C         Am       F       G
Fare thee well, my honey,
          C     F
fare thee well.

I had a man
who was long and tall,
moved his body
like a cannonball.
Fare thee well, my honey,
fare thee well.

'member one evening
was drizzling rain,
and round my heart
I felt an aching pain.
Fare thee well, my honey,
fare thee well.

Once I wore
my apron low,

    C                        F           C
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
    C                           F        C
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps.
        F                      C
They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border
   C                       F          C     Csus4   C
To take all their money to wade back again.

    F                   C
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
 G                  C
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
    F                          C

         G       G6      G
When you go down to Deep Ellem
G6        G     G6      G     G6
keep your money in your shoes
G       G6    G     G6
Women in Deep Ellem give you
G    G6    G     G6
Deep Ellem blues
C
Hey, pretty mama
                      D          G     (G6  G  G6 etc.)
Your daddy's got them Deep Ellem blues
          D
Tell your brothers and your sisters
                            G     (G6   G  G6  etc.)
Daddy's got them Deep Ellem blues.

Well, I went down to Deep Ellem
On a one-way track
Woman took my money, boys,
and she never gave it back

E                                                  E7
Dear Mrs Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry.
A                                                            E
His mortal flesh*) is laid away, but his good work fills the sky.
     G#m       B                E
This world was lucky to see him born.

[He's born in a money family on that Hudson's rocky shore.
Outrun every kid a-growin' up 'round Hyde Park just for fun.
This world was lucky to see him born.]

Now he went up to the grade school and he wrote back to his folks.

C            Em          F            G(7)
Gather round fellows, so young and so fine,
    C             Em          F           C
And seek not your fortune way down in the mine.
        C           Em        F            G(7)
It will form like a habit and seep in your soul,
          C              Em          F            C
'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal.

     G                          F           C
It's dark as a dungeon and it's damp as the dew,
          G                          F             C

   D
   :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
|--2---2-2-2-2-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|*-3---3-3-3-3-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|--2---2-2-2-2-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|--0---0-0-0-0-----|-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|
|*-0-----------3---|-----------------|-------------3---|-----------------|
|--0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

C   . . . G/b . . . Am7 . . . G     . . .
Am7 . . . G/b . . . C   . . . Dsus4 . D .

Am7                G/b      C             D
 I cross the green mountain, I sit by the stream
Am7             G/b           C                  D
 Heaven blazing in my head, I dreamt a monstrous dream
C          G/b     Am7        Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
 Something came up out of the sea
Em                C           D            Em
Swept through the land of the rich and the free

C . . . G . . . D . . .

I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then i ask myself, is this the end?