Guitar tune down one step: D G C F A D
Harmonica: Bb
Picking Pattern:
D——————————————
A—-1——-1——-1———————
F———0——-0——-0——————
C——2——-2——-2——————-
G—3——-3——-3————————
D——————————————
C———————————->
Intro:
D———-0—-0h3—0—-0——3—1—-
A—1—3———1——1—-1—1————
F—0—————————-2——-2—
C—-2——-2——2——2—3——3——
G—3——3——3——-3——————
D——————————————
C ————————> F———->
D—-1—0——————0—0——-0—
A————1—-0——0h1—-0——3——
F——2——-2——————-0——-
C—3——-3———-2———-2———
G——————-0———————-
D——————————0————
F—> Fmaj7—-> Am——-> Em——->
D——2—0—2—2————————
A———————-3——————-
F—-2——-2——-2———————
C—0——0——-0——-0——————
G——————————————
D——————————————
D—————————>
C F
Back in the old folky days
Am Em D
The air was magic when we played
C F
The riverboat was rockin’ in the rain
Am Em D
Midnight was the time for the raid
G
Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela
Am
They tore you down and plowed you under
Bm C
You’re only real with your make-up on
G D
How could I see you and stay too long
C F
All along the Navajo Trail
Am Em D
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
C F
Waitresses are cryin’ in the rain
Am Em D
Will their boyfriends pass this way again
G
Oh, Mother Goose, she’s on the skids
Am
Sure ain’t happy, neither are the kids
Bm C
She needs someone that she can scream at
G D
And I’m such a heel for makin’ her feel so bad
C F
I guess I’ll call it sickness gone
Am Em D
It’s hard to say the meaning of this song
C F
An ambulance can only go so fast
Am Em D
It’s easy to get buried in the past
C F Am Em D
When you try to make a good thing last
Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am
G
I saw today in the entertainment section
Am
There’s room at the top for private detection
Bm C
To Mom and Dad this just doesn’t matter
G D
But it’s either that or pay off the kidnapper
C F
So all you critics sit alone
Am Em D
You’re no better than me for what you’ve shown
C F
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
Am Em D We could get
together for some scenes
Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am G
Well, I’m up in T.O. keepin’ jive alive
And out on the corner it’s half past five
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes
Except for the Farmer’s Market
And I still can hear him say
You’re all just pissin’ in the wind
You don’t know it but you are
And there ain’t nothin’ like a friend
Who can tell you you’re just pissin’ in the wind
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to
Cause I know it ain’t me, and hope it isn’t you
