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Eyolf Østrem

Gospel Plow


     D
Mary wore three lengths of chain,
      A                D
Ev'ry length was Jesus name,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
    A         D   [fill]
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Matthew,*) Mark and Luke and John,
All them prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Percy's Song

    C                      F          C
Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep,
    G    G6    G7     G       G6  G7
    Turn, turn, turn again.
       C                         F
Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep,
    Dm                F            G      G6 G7   G  G6 G7
    Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.


Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear.
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.

Oh what's the charge of how this came to be?
Manslaughter in the highest of degree.

I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,

You're No Good


C   F   C   G

        C                F               C /b /Bb  A7
Well, I don't know why I love you like I do
  D7                    G              C
Nobody in the world can get along with you
            C               F                    C /b /Bb A7
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
       D7                  G                    C
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in.
   E                               F
Oh sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
   D7                               G    (n.c.)

In My Time of Dyin'


[Intro]

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Man of Constant Sorrow

Bob Dylan version


/c /b D/a

       G               C
I am a man of constant sorrow
 /b       D              G      /c-b D/a
I've seen trouble all my days
             G          C
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
            D               G
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.

Through this open world I'm about to ramble
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad

Freight Train Blues


Intro:

|:C . . . |. . G C :|
|C . . . |. . . . D |G . . . |
|C . . . |F . . . |C . . G |C

      C
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
                            G        C
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
C
Freight train whistle taught me how to cry
                             G    C
hummin' of the driver was my lullaby

I got the freight train blues
                                             D        G

Foot Of Pride

         B
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man

So can a woman who passes herself off as a male

They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer

The preacher talked about Christ betrayed
              E
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up

He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
         B
You know what they say about bein' nice 

to the right people on the way up

Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
            B        G#m        
Yeah, there ain't no goin' back
          E

Need A Woman

A
 Lately I've been having evil dreams,
  E                      A
I wake up in a cold blue glare

I run the tape back in my mind,
          E
wonderin' if I took the wrong road somewhere.
 D
 Searching for the truth the way God designed it,

Well, the real truth is that I may be afraid to find it
       A             G   D   A
Well I need a woman, all right
              G   D A
Need a woman, every night.
D
 To be with me and know me as I am,

To show me the kind of love that don't have to be condemned
    E             A

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