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Robert Hunter

Brokedown Palace

G                 Am
Fare thee well my honey
Bb         F            C
 Fare thee well my only true one
G                        Dm
All the birds that were singing
Bb                C      
Have flown except you alone

F
F                               Bb
Going to leave this broke-down palace
F                Dm           Bb          F
 On my hands and knees I will roll, roll, roll
F             Am  Bb               F
Make myself a bed  by the waterside
F           G                  Bb          F

Truckin'

E
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
A
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
   B
Together, more or less in line
A                         
Just keep truckin' on

E 
E
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street

Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street

Your typical city involved in a typical daydream

Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
E
Dallas, got a soft machine
A
Houston, too close to New Orleans
B  
New York got the ways and means
A
But just won't let you be

Friend of the Devil

G'    G/f#     C/e  G/d    C          C/b    Am
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
G'     G/f#   C/e        G/d         C           C/b   Am
Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.
D
 Set out runnin' but I take my time
  Am
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
   D
If I get home before daylight,
  Am                  C       D
I just might get some sleep tonight.
Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.

Black Muddy River

         A            Bm               D  A
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
        A       Bm               D
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
       A              Bm           D   A
When I can't hear the song for the singer
      F#m           E             D
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
E            A           D           A
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
    F#m       E          D
And sing me a song of my own
E            A           D           A
I will walk alone by the black muddy river

Beyond Here Lies Nothin'

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Ugliest Girl In The World

A
Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose

Her eye brows meet she wears second hand clothes
    D
She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop
  A
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop.
    D               A
You know I love her yeah I love her
E                                        A
I'm in love with the ugliest girl in the world.

If I ever lose her I will go insane
I go half crazy when she calls my name
When she says "ba-ba-ba-ba-baby I l'-l'-love you
There ain't nothing in the world that I wouldn't do.

Silvio

G    F    C    G

G        F           C         G
Stake my future on a hell of a past
G            F           C         G
Looks like tomorrow is a coming on fast
G        F              C      G
Ain't complaining about what I got
G           F         C       G
Seen better times but who has not.

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know.

Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come and knockin' don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home

Duquesne Whistle


C              F                C        F   Dm7-5
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
C       Am              Dm       G7     C     D7   G7
Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away
          C             F                C     F    Dm7-5
I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going
     C        Am          Dm      G7        C
That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day
    C9                     F

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