Eyolf Østrem

Take #1 (Basement Tapes version)

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                     Well you...

             D
Well you can tell ev'rybody
        C
Down in ol' Frisco
         D                       C
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello

D . . . C . . . D . . . C . . .

    D
Now ev'ry boy and girl's
      C

        Am
If your mem'ry serves you well,
                 Bdim
We were goin' to meet again and wait,
       E
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
    Dm           (F)       Am
And sit before it gets too late.
   C              Am
No man alive will come to you
       C               Am
With another tale to tell,
        C                  Am
And you know that we shall meet again
        Dm     F          Am
If your mem'ry serves you well.

Dm         F
wheel's on fire,
C                G
Rolling down the road,
     C   G     F       C

G

   G                  Em
We carried you in our arms
   C            Am
On Independence Day,
    F                  C
And now you'd throw us all aside
    G
And put us on our way.
   G                             Em
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
      C              Am
Would treat a father so,
   F             C
To wait upon him hand and foot
    G
Yet always answer "No"?

B              Em
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
C                                G
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
B
Come to me now, you know

   C                   G
To love you still, and have you not
     C          F       C
Will destroy me   in time
       C                        G
So I'm goin' away, where nobody knows me
    C       F           C
And get you   off my mind

     F                  C
I've packed my things a dozen times
      G             C    C7
But unpack is all I do
        F                  C
Yes I'm still in town, I'm still around
    G                  C
And still in love with you

  F              C

[this is called: Talkin' John Birch Blues.
And there ain't nothing wrong with this song]

            G               C
Well, I was feelin' sad and kind'a blue,
  D
I didn't know what I was a-gonna do,
     G                C
Them Communists wus a-comin' around,
         D
They wus in the air,

They wus on the ground.
                           G . C . D . . G . . .
They wus all over.

So I run down most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch Society,
got me a secret membership card
And went back home to the yard,
Started lookin' on the sidewalk,

  Verse pattern:        Chorus, last line:
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Spoken intro at the Halloween show (1964):

        G
Oh, the age of the inmates
  C              G
I remember quite freely:

No younger than twelve,
   G /b     /c   D/f#
No older 'n seventeen.
G
Thrown in like bandits
    C             G
And cast off like criminals,
C  /b /a   G
Inside the walls,
       D       /c /b  G
on the grounds of Red Wing.

From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.

|: Bb   Eb/g Bb/f  Eb   Ab Eb    :|

    Cm
You harbor resentment
               Dm                   Cm        Bb
You know there ain't too much of a thrill
    Cm
You wish for contentment
               Dm             Eb       Bb
But you got an emptiness that can't be filled
       Cm                   Dm
You've had enough of hatred
     Eb                                      F
Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but)

Bb Eb/g Bb/f Eb  Ab Eb Bb    Eb/g Bb/f  [chords x2]
Ye           shall  be changed,

B
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

They're throwing knives into the tree

Two big bags of dead man's bones

Got their noses to the grindstone
E
Living in the Land of Nod
B
Trusting their fate to the hands of God
E
They pass by so silently
B
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Well, they're going to the country, they're going to retire
They're taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking at a window with a pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would never buy
Neither one want to turn and run
And making a voyage to the sun.
"His master's voice is calling me,"