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Series of Dreams

C
      C       G               C
I was thinking of a series of dreams
      C      G                C
Where nothing comes up to the top
     C    G                      C
Everything stays down where it's wounded
    C                    F
And comes to a permanent stop
       C
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
                                           F
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
C
Nothing too very scientific
             G               C
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams

Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

  G      /a   C
I saw it advertised one day,
         D                                         /f#
that the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way.
G               C
"Come along 'n' take a trip,
      D                             /f# G
We'll bring you up there on a ship.
                           /a/b C
Bring the wife and family

Bring the whole kids."
D               G
   Yippee!

G . C . D . . G /e-d . . . .
[harp]


Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket
To this thing called the Bear Mountain Picnic.
little did I realize
I was in for a pleasant funny surprise.

Hard Times in New York Town

 
         C              F            C
Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song.
C              F              C
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
C             F            C
Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell
         C                        F        G
'Bout an East Coast city that you all know well.
C                        F(/a)
It's hard times in the country,
C/g            G        C
Livin' down in New York town.

Old New York City is a friendly old town,

Wallflower

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    G
Wallflower, wallflower
          C          G       C/g-G
Won't you dance with me?
                   D
I'm sad and lonely too.
    G
Wallflower, wallflower
          C          G       C/g-G
Won't you dance with me?

Father of Night

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Father of night, Father of day,
Ab                     Gm
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Eb          /d           Cm       Cm/Bb
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Ab         Eb/g     Bb
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Ab        Gm    Eb   Eb/d Cm
Father of loneliness and pain,
Bb
Father of love and Father of rain.

Father of day, Father of night,
Father of black, Father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, Father of dreams,

If Dogs Run Free

Album version

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Day of the Locusts

        G                         C         /b    Am     /g
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration,
The birdies were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.
And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking,

Living the Blues

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In Search of Little Sadie

G . A . G . . . . . . .

     G
Went out last night just to take a little round.
  F#
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
  G#
I ran right home and I went to bed
       A
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.

A
I began to think what a deed I'd done.

I grabbed my hat and I began to run.

I made a god run but I ran too slow;
                         Bb
They overtook me down in Jericho

F
Standing on a corner I's ringin' my bell,
                            F#
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
   G                            G#

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