Eyolf Østrem

            G
[Well they] tell you of a pie in the sky
F
 Waiting for me when I die
G
 Soon as you're born they put you down
F
 Twenty foot down underground

Em
 Sure as the sun will shine
Am
 I'm gonna get what's mine
    G
The harder they come
    F
the harder they'll fall,
        C
One and all
G
 harder they come
F
 harder they'll fall,
        C
One and all

Well the oppressors are trying to keep me down
Trying to drive me underground
Soon as you're born, they'll try to do
put your head and foot all over you

Irvine, CA, June 29, 2000

C                  Em
 Up in the mornin', out on the job
F                    G      C
 Work like the devil for my pay.
         F                 C            F
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
    C/g         G           C       Csus4
But roll around heaven all day.

Had a fuss with my woman, an' I toil for my kids,
An' I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

          G
There's a road that straight and narrow

That the saints have travelled on

filled with all the tribulations
       A7                D
of the martyrs that have gone
          G
If you're grateful for their victory

and for showing us the way

Give thanks for all your blessing,
    D                 G
get on your knees and pray

      G             C                 G
Thank God for every mountain and each sea
      G             A7              D
Thank God for every flower and each tree
      G              C               G

Intro:
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G                        D
The river whispers in my ear,
                         G
I've hardly a penny to my name.
                            D
The heavens never seemed so near.
                          G
All of my body glows with flame.

C                             G
 The tempest struggles in the air.
C                      G
 and to myself alone I sing.

D
It could sink me then and there,
                      G
I can hear the echoes ring.

A                                                          [riff]
Wonderin', I'm Wonderin', when will my swamp catch on fire
    D                                                   A  [riff]
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin: Is my swamp gonna catch on fire
E                            E7                A           [riff] x 2
Sittin' here lookin' at that old bad telephone wire.

Well, I'm goin' to Las Vegas, goin' by the evening sun
I'm goin' to Las Vegas, goin' just as fast as I can run
Gonna win some money, give it to my hon.

G                          C          G
Stone walls, steel bars, a love on my mind.
      G                     C              G
I'm a three time loser, I'm long gone this time.

D            C             G
Jealousy has took my young life,
D                     C           G
all for the love of another man's wife.
    G                        G7            C
But I've had it comin', I've known all the time.
        G                          D         G
No more stone walls, steel bars or you on my mind.


Stone walls, steel bars, a love on my mind.

["This is all about what the devil is,
some people say that there's no devil."]

G

     G                   C
Well sometimes you can't see him so good
        D
When he hides his head neath a snow white hood
 /f# G                      C
An'  rides to kill with his face well hid
        D
An' then goes home to his wife an' kids.

Wonder if his kids know who he is?

/f# |G . . /a-b | C . /b-c | D . . /e-f# | G

Well he wants you to hate, he wants to fear
He wants you to fear somethin' that's not even there.
He'll give you his hate an' he'll give you his lies

[Intro:]

Folksinger’s Choice, Mar 11, 1962

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         G
Well the woman I hate, I see her everyday.
    C

Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.

Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin' to hold up,
Tryin to hold up and be brave.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin to hold up and be brave.
One roads goin' to the bright lights,
The others goin' down to my grave.