Eyolf Østrem

      C                G7sus4     C
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman
                G             C
These hands are calloused and old
          C              C7
But these hands raised a family,
      F             C
These hands built a home.
          C              D7         G  .  .  F  |  G  G7sus4  .  .
Now these hands raise to praise the Lord
            

These hands won the heart of my loved one
And with hers they were never alone
If these hands filled their task,
Then what more can one ask?

G   C/g    G

                  Am
Down in some lone valley
     D7           G       C/g  G
In a sad lonesome place
                        Am
Where the wild birds do warble
                D
Their notes to increase
            

                G       C/g  G
Farewell pretty Saro
  Am       D
I bid you Adieu
                      Am
But I dream of pretty Saro
           G           C/g  G
Wherever I go
            

                       Am
Well my love she won't have me
   D      G
So I understand
                Am

C
Sylvie is a good ol' girl
                      G
From Florida, so they say.
    C       C7        F     Dm7-5
She came up here last April
   C         G     C
To pass some time away.
            

Now, won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie?
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
            

Sylvie came here Wednesday
She came this morning by the light of the dawn
She comes up here now nearly all of the time
to see if she can carry on
            

G                  D
What's your hurry? Just watch this.
C               G
This is one you mustn't miss;
C                G
Annie's going to sing her song
         D             G
Called, 'Take me back again.'
            

A drink for me, a drink for you.
You're going to need a drink or two.
Annie's going to sing that song
called, "Take me back again."
            

    C              G
You never heard it sung before?
  D               G
I hear it twice a month or more;
   C                    G

Mm, tell mama
Where'd ya sleep last nite?
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, tell me baby
What's the matter here?
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, stop the ol' train
Let a poor boy ride
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, mister bartender
I swear I'm not too young
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Blow you whistle, policeman
My poor feet are trained to run
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, [Uhm. Ha ha] hm

Long distance operator
I hear this phone call is on the house
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Ashes an' diamonds

    C                                   Dm/f        C
    :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
||------------------|-----------------|-------------0---|------------------||
||*-------------1---|-3-------1-------|-3-----------1---|-----------------*||
||------0-----------|-----------------|-2-----------0---|------------------||
||------2-------2---|-3-------2-------|-3-----------2---|------------------||
||*-3---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------*||

  C     Csus4 C   Csus4 C             G       C   G     F   G   F/a
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
|-----------------|-----------------|---------0---0---|-0---------1-----|
|-----1-1---------|-----------1-----|---0-0---5---3---|-1---0-----1---1-|
|-----0-0-0---0---|-0---0---0-------|---0-0---5---4---|-2---0---2-----0-|
|-2-------3---2---|-3---2---3-2---0-|--------(5)------|---------3-----2-|
|-3---------------|---------------2-|-----------------|-------------0---|

Main Album version

Just to have mentioned it: the chords are simple enough, although a guitar player might prefer something like a capo on the third fret and the chords G, C/g, and D7 instead.

      G                            C                D
I'm a rambler and a gambler, I'm a long way from my home
       G            C       G                   D
If the people don't like me, they can leave me alone


Come sit down beside me, come sit down right here
Come sit down long you want to, love you always to hear

When you get to Wyoming, a letter you'll see
If you get into trouble, just you write after me

For I once had a lover, Her age was 16
She's a flower of Belton, and a rose of Seline

Her parents was against me, now she is the same