Killing me
C. C/B. Am. D. D7. G. G7. X2
Am. Em. G. G7
Take two. We’re allowed to take as many as we want really, right? I think so. Alright. Until the studio engineer kicks us out. Right, yeah exactly. The flying squirrel over there isn’t happy.
She’s killing me with silence, I think she’s mad at me.
I’m pouring my heart out, writing all these songs for free.
She’s Mrs right I’m Mr. Wrong:
A far cry from your favorite song.
And it’s killing me.
I keep thinking about that one night when she was mine and I was hers. She said it was destiny. We parted on the white marble floor.
She went her way and I went mine. Two Rolling Stones running out of time. It’s killing me.
The smoke is killing me. White rabbit white rabbit white rabbit.
Now I’m off to greener pastures, going for something new. She’s waiting for me in Texas. She’ll help me sing these tunes.
That was just her
Coming back to you
A.
He said: I don’t expect you to
A7. D
welcome me with open arms and I
E. E7
told you someday that I’d come back and I’m keeping my word. I’m
A
coming back to you. I’m coming
D. E.
back to you. I told you someday
E7
that I’d come back, I’m keeping my
A
word, I’m coming back to you.
She said: since you’ve been gone, I moved on. I was much younger then. And mountain woman cowgirl spits on the boots of snakes like you who don’t come back to me. Don’t come back to me. By the mountain woman cowgirl spit on your boot don’t come back to me.
I was confused in the game of love I always lose because I can’t stop loving you and I want you back. I hope it’s not too late because i’m coming back to you. I’m coming back to you. I want you back. I hope it’s not too late because i’m coming back to you.
Whistle solo
I felt dead, your voice has been inside my head and can’t get it out now. You won me back with the song that you wrote so come back to me. You can come back to me. You won me back with the song that you wrote so you can come back to me.
Drum solo
Don't be cold
D. D7. D6
You come and go so fast,
I wish you could stay a while.
G. F#. Em
Don’t let the past rule you,
when you think about it, smile
A. A7
and don’t be cold.
You’re like a hummingbird
and it’s all going south.
Sometimes I don’t think about the words I use till after they come out my mouth, so don’t be cold.
Sister, death isn’t far away.
Keep me warm, take my hand and pray, and don’t be cold.
D. D7. D6
Don’t be cold x4
Cool!
Rolling one next to the fire
The fire burns as a cigarette is rolled and lit.
The package
The whole thing is just called the package. Ok. And the package is a million dollars an hour, 3 hour minimum or 3 hour max or what? Both. It’s the minimum and the maximum. Ok…I like it. It’s called the miximum. I thought we were calling it the package, the package deal? Yeah. I’m just saying it’s the miximum we can. It’s like we change all the words. Yeah. So like our miximum is three hours. It’s both the minimum and maximum. If anybody asks what a miximum is. I mean I really think one of these tunes is going to be the one. The one.
Roundup time in Texas
Nat Vincent, Fred Howard
F
When it's roundup time in Texas
C7
and the bloom is on the sage
Gm
And I long to be in Texas back a-
C7. F
ridin' on the range
A7. Dm
Just to smell the bacon fryin' when
A7. Dm
it's sizzlin' in the pan
G7
Hear the breakfast horn in the early
C7
morn drinkin' coffee from a can
F C7
Just a-ridin' rockin' ropin' poundin' leather all day long
Gm
Just a sweatin' swayin’ swearin'
C7. F
listenin’ to a cowhand's song
A7. Dm
How it beckons and I reckon I would
G7
work for any wage
F. Bb.
To be free again just to be again
C7. F
where the bloom is on the sage