All My Kisses
All Night Long
Alone With You
Arms of Love
Ballad of John F. Fahey
Be My Girl
Blowin’ in the Wind
Blue Mountain
Boathouse
Born to Fly
Change Reaction
Cherokee Moon
Comin’ Back For You
Comin’ Back For You *
Corner Girl
Cool Life
Darling
Don’t Take My Baby Away
Don’t Ya Wanna Dance?
End of the Line
Escalator of Life
Everybody’s Talkin’
Everything They Say is True
Father and Son
Fever
Fire on Fire
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Golden Opportunity
Hang Around With You
Hang Around With You *
Hard Hands
Hard Hearted
Hell’s Gate, Georgia
Help Yourself
Hip Pocket
Hit of Scrapple
Hollywood
If We Can’t Make It
In the Middle
Interplanetary Private Eye
King of England
Land of Ice
Little Brother
Lookin’ for Love
Lonely Too
Love’s on Fire
Lucky Hat
Man-O-Matic
Melt Down
Miami Beach
Mirror on the Ceiling
Neon Blue
(Never Gonna Crawl) No More
Nothing Sacred
One Night at a Time
Open My Heart
Out of It
Out of the Blue
Outside Looking In **
Perfection
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All My Kisses




(Intro):  F#m    F#m7    D    E

F#m                                                               F#m7
I was just a kid at school, I had a lot to learn.
F#m                                                                           F#m7
I had a bad boy jacket and all daddy's had money to burn.
F#m7                      D                                   F#m
Wide eyed girls from the villa on the other side.
                    D             E             F#m
Well, all my kisses are yours tonight (all my kisses are yours)
F#m7            D             E             F#m    
Well, all my kisses are yours tonight.


F#m                              F#m7                       F#m7
Seventeen in the city finally got a place of my own.
F#m                                            F#m7                          F#m/ F#m7
There was an older woman in my building and she lived all alone.
                      D                                          E
She had these legs that were soft as candlelight.
                      D              E                 F#m                       F#m7 
Well, all my kisses are yours tonight (all my kisses are yours)
                     D              E
Well, all my kisses are yours tonight.

F#m                          F#m                    F
Touch, touch, kiss, kiss, come get it that easy.
F#m7                                   F
She wants exactly what she likes.
Em7                                          E
Touch, touch, kiss, kiss, come drive me crazy.
F                                  F                                 F
She's not gonna touch you for the rest of your life.
                    D          E           F#m7
And all my kisses are yours tonight.


D              E         F#m
Please, baby, please
                                 D             E           F#m7
Get it right girl….


F#m                   F#m7
(Bridge)

        F#m7                   F#m
Kiss the girls in Cadillacs
        F#m7                  F#m        
Kiss the girls in Fords                                                (Rapped)
F#m
Kiss the girls with secrets behind closed doors.

                        D                                     E
Kiss with a stranger made everything alright.
                D         E         F#m              (D7)
All my kisses are yours tonight (all my kisses are yours)
               D          E         F#m              (D7)
All my kisses are yours tonight (oh, all my, all my… )
    D                     E                                     F#m7
All my kisses are yours tonight_______.


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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All Night Long




           w   w    h     h    w
Intro:  E    E    D    A    E

  E                                                                                    E
The wind is blowin'                                                     Now the whiskey's workin'

The wind is blowin'                                                     The whiskey's workin'
       D                                                                               D
The oak tree breaks                                                      I got no job
        A                                                                                            A
The whole shack shakes                                              And the money's gone
          E                                                                                          E
The wind is blowin'                                                     But the whiskey's workin'
              Em                                                                                 Em                 Am
And my pretty baby                                                   And my pretty baby's laughin'
       Am                     E                                                                  E
Is moanin' all night long                                               All night long

    E                                                                                 E     
The snow is fallin'                                                       Now she curl up softly

The snow is fallin'                                                       She curl up softly
         D                                                                                       D
The wood ain't cut                                                      Put her head to rest
                A                                                                      A
And the shed lies bare                                                 Upon my chest
            E                                                                                        E
The snow keeps fallin'                                                Yeah, she curl up softly
              Em                                                                                 Em              Am
But my pretty baby's                                                 And my pretty baby holds me
   Am                                                                                              E
Burnin' all night long                                                    All night long

  E                                                                                     E     
Now, if I was a rich man                                              Now the dogs are barkin'

Now if I was a rich man                                               Now the dogs are barkin'
        D                        A                                                  D
I'd move her out to Birmingham                                   All night long
          E                                                                                       A
If I was a rich man                                                       Back to hell and gone
              Em                                                                      E
And my pretty baby's                                                 Yeah, the dogs are barkin'
   Am                      E                                                                   Em                  Am
Dreamin' all night long                                                 But my pretty baby's' purrin'
                                                                                       E
                                                                                     All night long
  E
Now the baby's cryin'   
                                                                                         E
Now the baby's cryin'                                                  Another day is comin'
               D
I do the best I can                                                         Another day is comin'
             A                                                                             D
With these two hands                                                  The sun will rise
              E                                                                                 A
But the baby's cryin'                                                    In my baby's eyes
              Em                   Am                                                          E
And his pretty mama's rockin'                                      Another day is comin'
               E                                                                                     Em                      Am
All night long                                                                 And my pretty baby loves me
                                                                                                       E
    E                                                                                All night long
Yeah, her hands are clappin'    
                                                                                                       E
Yeah, her hands are clappin'                                          All night long
    D
I shout and sing   
         A
And blow that thing   
         E
And her hands are clappin'   
                 Em                 Am
Yeah, my pretty baby's dancin' 
                E
All night long                                                            
Words and music by Robert Hazard
                                                                                   (c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Alone With You




(Intro):  Am  C   D  Am  C   D   Am  C  D

Am                 C/Am7      D/Bm7                           Am    C    D            Dm
I got nothin' to keep me up.                         I need one night alone with you
Am                     C/Am7         D/Bm7                        Am             C        D             Dm
I got nothin' underneath my wings.              Got a hammer in my heart to break on through
Am                          C/Am7    D/Bm7                      Am             C        D             Dm
Don't need nothin' to make me tough.           Got the pieces of a dream to make 'em true
Am                           C/Am7      D/Bm7                 Am   C     D            
Don't need nothin' to make me swing.          I need one night alone with you.


Am                        C/Am7   D/Bm7                    Am   C      D             Dm
Don't need no one to have a hold.               I need one night alone with you
Am                        C/Am7   D/Bm7                      Am                C        D             Dm
Don't need chains of solid gold.                 Got a hammer in my heart to break on through
Am                          C/Am7   D/Bm7                     Am            C        D             Dm
Don't need money I'd only burn.                Got the pieces of a dream to make 'em true
Am                 C/Am7  D/Bm7                            Am   C       D            
Nothing lost, nothing earned.                      I need one night alone with you.

            Am   C       D             Dm                                     Am   C       D            
I need one night alone with you.
           Am                   C          D             Dm                   Am   C       D            
Got a hammer in my heart to break on through. 
             Am                C           D           Dm                     Am   C       D_________            
Got the pieces of a dream to make 'em true.  
            Am   C                         D                                     Am________________
I need one night alone with you.

Am                           C/Am7    D/Bm7 
Don't need limos or fast red cars,
Am                   C/Am7  D/Bm7    
Neon lights or movie stars.
Am                              C/Am7      D/Bm7
Don't need alligator high-heeled boots,
Am                 C/Am7  D/Bm7
Gold lame sharkskin suits.

Am                                    C/Am7  D/Bm7
I don't need whiskey or crack cocaine,
Am                                 C/Am7  D/Bm7
I don't need nothin' to ease my pain.
Am                                        C/Am7  D/Bm7
Don't call the doctor if you see me bleed,
Am                                 C/Am7  D/Bm7
The doctor don't know what I need.

             Am   C       D            Dm
I need one night alone with you.
            Am                    C       D             Dm
Got a hammer in my heart to break on through.
              Am                C        D             Dm
Got the pieces of a dream to make 'em true.
             Am   C                      D            
I need one night alone with you.

Alone with you

Am    C     D    Am    C     D      Am    C    D     Am    C    D
(Bridge/Instrumental)

Am                             C/Am7  D/Bm7           Am                  C/Am7  D/Bm7         
Got some to burn out in acid rain...................Strange organisms in my brain.
Am                      C/Am7  D/Bm7                  Am             C/Am7         D/Bm7
Skies fallin' in a field of funk......................... Just people livin' on highway junk.
Am                      C/Am7     D/Bm7                            Am          C/Am7    D/Bm7
Genocide is goin' through the roof..........Just count the bodies if you need the proof
Am                  C/Am7        D/Bm7                     Am                           C      D
Pretty soon everything will be gone.................We all need something to carry on
             
Words and music by Robert Hazard  © 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Arms of Love



(Intro): A   Bm   F#m   G   Bm   D   A   Bm   G   G7   G   A   G   A   Bm

Bm                                    Bm7
As the fog rolls into my street light
    G          A             Bm 
I tips me hat to the moon
    G          A             Bm
Music plays in the cabaret
  G          A             Bm
The painted singer croons

    Bm           G
I creep away into the night
Bm                          D      A
I break a heart so cruel
Bm               G                       A
I creep away into the night
                                    Bm
The arms of love are cool

    G          A                  D
Strike a match for Marlena
  G       A               Bm
Faces jump in the dark
G              A                   Bm
She's as blue as an old tattoo
G            A                      Bm
Where Jimmy boy left his mark.

     Bm           G
I creep away into the night
   Bm                G     A
I break a heart so cruel
    Bm           G 
I creep away into the night
A                                 Bm
The arms of love are cool

G              A             D
Ships they sail for Val Halla
G            A             Bm
Ships collide in the night
G                A         Bm
Red stripe Boy down in the sea
G             A           Bm
His heart's upon the knife

    Bm             G
I creep away into the night
    Bm             D       A
I break a heart so cruel
    Bm            G               A  
I creep away into the night
                                  Bm
The arms of love are cool

          G        A        Bm
The arms of love are cool

Gm7___________Bm__________


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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The Ballad of John F. Fahey



Intro: Dm

  Dm
Woke up this morning to the call of the crow
Knew it would bid no good
    F                                            C           G         
Heard the sparrow like a baby cryin' in the willow wood

   Dm
The sun came up I made love to my wife
Then I strapped on my gun
    F                                    C             G         
I had a feeling about the day ahead, it was an ominous one

    Dm
Down at the station my desk was a mess
My secretary's getting' so old
    F                                  C                               G         
I shuffled papers and I answered the phone and drank my coffee cold

   Dm
I've got a picture of my wife and my kids up on the gray metal file
      F                                C                     G         
One of my sons runs a grain elevator, the other one just runs wild

   Dm        Am       G         Dm        Am       G
Awoooo……………….awooooo

    Dm
The call came in at a quarter to ten
I ran out and lit up the car
      F                                C                         G         
Made it to Sherburne in two minutes flat, pulled up outside the bar
   Dm
The owner was layin' on the sidewalk cryin', with a bullet hole in his side
      F                                C                                                 G         
He said "he's in there and he's got a gun" and then he just curled up and died

     Dm
I ran up the alley I snuck around back, slid in the service door
      F                                                 C                              
There was a man in a mask with a gun in his hand
    G
Pickin' money up off the floor

    Dm
I drew my weapon I told him "don't move" or I would blow him away
      F                                C/Am                     G         
I saw him turnin' in the dim bar light as he went to make his play

     Dm
I aimed my weapon I was dizzy and sick, it's the moment that all cops hate
      F                                C                     G         
But when I heard his automatic click, I didn't hesitate

   Dm
My gun went off and the man went down, money flyin' all over the place
      F                                     C                        G         
When the smoke cleared I went on over and pulled the mask off of his face

   Dm        Am       G         Dm        Am       G
Awoooo……………….awooooo

    Dm
I'm John F. Fahey the chief of police, the law around this town
      F                             C                                  G         
Today I went in and turned in my badge and laid my weapon down

       Dm
I'm John F. Fahey the chief of police, I love my family
               F                            C                     G         
But I'm stayin' in a rented room tonight in a house on Cherry Street

   Dm
Now I can't change it, can't drink it away, can't even look at my wife
      F               C                            G         
It's as bad as things can get for a man when he takes his own son's life

   Dm
Wish I could turn back the hands of time, wish I could turn it around
      F                                C                     G         
I'd be there lyin' in that pool of blood and he'd be leavin' town

   Dm
There's one moment in every man's life he can never forget
      F                                C                                G         
There's one moment that won't go away he only lives to regret

  Dm
I'm John F. Fahey, I'm the chief of police, the law around this town
      F                            C                                 G         
Today I went in and turned in my badge and laid my weapon down

   Dm        Am       G         Dm        Am       G
Awoooo……………….awooooo

Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Be My Girl



(Intro):  E   Dbm   E   Dbm   F#m7   B   E

E
Well, I'm lying in a plate of shadows.
                                             Dbm
Thinkin' 'bout the wars and the bars and the beers
E
I'm livin' dazed and I lift my head.
                                             Dbm7             F#m7    B
Fly on the wall hears what she hears you say

E                                      Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                      Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                      Dbm7                      F#m7   B
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl______.

E                                 Dbm7
When I'm livin' in the south of France.
E                                     Dbm7
Sex on the beach and wild moonlight
E                                           
Well, I'm sinkin' with a drink in my hand
E                                     Dbm7                               F#m7    B
Drowning in the sea, I will see the light of day_____. 

E                                         Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                  Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                    Dbm                          F#m     E     B
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl______.

         Dbm7                        F#m7
Sometimes you never come around, nothing, never.
         Dbm7                                       F#m7/Abm7
Sometimes you always let me down, oh, ever.

   F#m                               B
I wanna hear you say…..............I wanna hear you say…

E                                              Dbm
Oh, oh, oh, oh_____, oh............Oh, oh, oh, oh.
E                                              Dbm
Oh, oh, oh, oh_____, oh.............Oh, oh, oh, oh.
F#m                        B
Oh________, oh!

E                                            Dbm7                               Dbm
I wanna hear you say_______..................I wanna hear you say
E                                          Dbm                        F#m7     B
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl______.

E     Dbm     E     Dbm     F#m     B
(Bridge)

E                                          Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                          Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                          Dbm7                       F#m7    B
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl______.

E                                          Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl
E                                          Dbm            F#m7
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl                     
E                                          Dbm
I wanna hear you say you'll be my girl______.        
E                                          Dbm        
Oh, oh, oh, oh_____, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
E                                          Dbm                                           F#m         B        E
Oh, oh, oh, oh_____, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Wor
ds and music by Robert Hazard
© 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)









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Blowin’ in the Wind



(Intro): Db  Ab  Eb      Ab  Eb  Db      Db  Ab  Eb  Eb Ab

Ab               Db              Ab
How many seas must a white dove sail
                     Db              Ab
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Ab               Db              Ab
How many roads must a man walk down
                    Db        Eb
Before you call him a man?
Ab               Db              Ab
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
                           Db       Eb
Before they're forever banned?
         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
         Db               Eb               Ab
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
         Db               Eb               Ab
The answer is blowin' in the wind

         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db 
         Db               Eb               Ab
(Bridge): Db  Ab  Eb  Ab  Eb  Db  Db  Ab  Eb  Eb Ab

Ab               Db              Ab
How many years can a mountain exist
     Ab            Db              Ab
Before it's washed to the sea?
             Ab              Db              Ab
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
       Ab            Db              Eb
Pretending he just doesn't see?
             Ab               Db                   Ab
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
                             Db              Eb
Before they're allowed to be free?
         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
         Db            Eb                  Ab
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
         Db    Ab    Eb          Ab     Eb    Db     Db  Ab  Eb   Eb   Ab

Ab               Db              Ab
How many seas must a white dove sail
Ab               Db              Ab
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Ab               Db              Ab
How many roads must a man walk down
                    Db              Ab/Eb
Before you call him a man?
Ab               Db              Ab
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Ab               Db              Eb
Before they're forever banned?
         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
         Db               Eb               Ab
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
         Db    Ab       Eb          Ab     Eb        Db
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
         Db               Eb               Ab
The answer is blowin' in the wind.




Words and music by Bob Dylan © Papemar Music
Arranged by Robert Hazard

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Blue Mountain


 
Intro:   F#m   E    A

   E/Dbm                                                           
There's children in the water, down by the sea plane dock

Old man whittling a black bear out of a cedar block
  E/Dbm
Hippies carrying back packs, they got the wings to fly

Lookin' for a patch of blue in the iron Adirondack sky
   F#m                                               E/Dbm 
Look around all you see is a stack of stone
  Abm            Dbm    Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

   E/Dbm
Back there in the city, you're some kind of wheel

You come up to the country, try to make some shady deal
   E/Dbm
You can build your mansion on the sacred burial ground

Them spirits gonna rise up some night burn that baby down
   F#m                                                            E/Dbm
We got ancient blood and we take care of our own
  Abm            Dbm   Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

   E/Dbm
You must have made a wrong turn, you best be movin' on

Don't put your feet up boy, where they don't belong
   E/Dbm
You might get into trouble, we'll take it into town

The judge he won't be gentle when he brings his hammer down
   F#m                                                              E/Dbm
You got a call but the storm just took out the phone
  Abm            Dbm    Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain that's my home

   E/Dbm
You can ride that wild river, hear the thrushes' song

But you got no business here to tell us right from wrong
   E/Dbm
I got a pile of old cars and busted oil tanks

A trail of trash a mile long down to the river bank
   F#m                                                                   E/Dbm
We only kill what we eat and we leave nothing but bone
  Abm            Dbm    Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain that's my home


   E/Dbm
I've seen you at the diner, I've seen you at the bar

You always talk too loud, you always push too far
   E/Dbm
You ought to learn some manners and show a little more respect

Some of these boys might get upset and take your ass out back
  F#m                                                                       E/Dbm
You got a million friends, how come you're here all alone?
  Abm            Dbm    Abm         E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

   E/Dbm
It's mighty pretty country and it all belongs to god

You cut the trees and drain the swamp and fill it up with sod
   E/Dbm
Can't live without your fast food and you're picture-in cell phone

What the hell did you come here for? You should have just stayed home
   F#m                                                 E/Dbm
We can live off of spit and a pitch pine cone
  Abm            Dbm   Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

   E/Dbm   
I know you think you're clever, been to school and read a book

How come you always look like a dead fish on a hook
   E/Dbm   
You've been to college, but you're short on common sense

You're hung up like a scarecrow on a rusty barb-wire fence
   F#m                                      E/Dbm
On the other side of the twilight zone
  Abm            Dbm    Abm           E/Dbm   
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

That's my home, that's my home, that's my home, that's my home, hmm, hmm, hmm


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Boathouse



Intro: D    G    D    G

     D                                                          G
There water's risin' underneath the floors
     D                                                   G
Thrown like jackets against the door
     D                                              G
Last light's chasin' a silent moon
     D                                             G
An old wolf cries at a crazy loon

                  A                       G                     Em                     D
And I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse, I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse
         A                         G              D
I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight

     D                                                            G
I came home drunk and I bumped my head
     D                                                       G
That woman kicked me right out of bed
     D                                                     G
I stumbled down that long board walk
     D                                         G
Never does much good to talk

                  A                       G                     Em                     D
And I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse, I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse
         A                         G              D
I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight

     D                                                                      G
Now there ain't no sirens and there ain't no cars
     D                                                   G
No slammin' doors, or closin' bars
     D                                                   G
Just Indian roads and a sweet guitar
     D                                          G
This song is set out to the stars

                  A                       G                     Em                     D
And I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse, I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse
         A                         G              D
I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight

     D                                              G
I've lived on water my whole life
D                                                                  G
I like my women salty and my knots tied tight
     D                                                            G
I rise with the sun and I ride with the wind
  D                                                   G
I'm the favorite son of the state of Maine

                  A                       G                     Em                     D
And I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse, I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse
         A                         G              D
I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight

   D                                                              G
I've got a four-faced Crisscraft on the right
     D                                                   G
Got boats out strung on floats outside
     D                                                      G
I got a soggy home and no sleep at night
     D                                                   G
Now it hasn't been for the water man

                  A                       G                     Em                     D
And I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse, I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse
         A                         G              D
I'm sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight

     D                                                   G
Now the whole town rises on glass
     D                                                               G
She says come back on in what's passed is past
     D                                                   G
I wrapped it up in an old oilskin
     D                                                               G
Take a long drive out here and rocked his boat

                     A                       G                                  Em                     D
And we're sleepin' out in a boathouse, yeah, we're sleepin' out in a boathouse
             A                        G              D
We're sleepin' out in a boathouse tonight


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Born to Fly



(Intro): C     Am     Dm     C     G     C     Am     Dm     G     Am

      C                       Am                                         
As the dust, settles down
              Dm/Dm7      C           G
And the sun, comes around
           C                   Am
Little baby, don't you cry
                  Dm    G     C
You were born, born to fly

               C                   Am
On your wings, made of steel
            Dm/Dm7           C       G
Let the wind, be all you feel
               C               Am
Like the colors, in the sky
                  Dm    G      C
You were born, born to fly

     C             Dm    Am
Let the rain, wash away
             C         Dm      G
All the fears, and yesterdays
           Am   Dm               Am     G
Let a song be the tears you cry
                  Dm    G      C
You were born, born to fly

C                                    Am
Don't look back, or look down
          Dm/Dm7      C           G
Over country, or town
             C             Am
As you soar, up on high
                  Dm    G      C
You were born, born to fly

                 C   Dm  Am
For the victim, who fell
               C     Dm   G
For the story, left to tell

            Am    Dm7                    C   G
Of the hero, bound by fate to die
                  Dm7  G      C
You were born, born to fly
                  Dm7  G      C
You were born, born to fly
                  Dm7  G      C
You were born, born to fly

Am     Dm     G     C






Words and music by Robert Hazard
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Change Reaction



(Intro): G    C    D    G    C    D    G    C    D    G    C    D  

    G                  C                         D                    Ab
They tried to cross the stars above                         Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
    G                  C              D
They tried to crucify your love                              Ahhhhhhh…
               Am              D
But you're hip, you're young and free

    G        C                   D                                  Ab                  Db  Eb  Db  Fm/Fm7
Change reaction, it's on you.                                Change reaction…
   C             C7                                                  Ab                  Db  Eb  Db  Fm/Fm7
You're a domino                                                 Change reaction…
    G        C                                                       Ab                  Db  Eb  Db  Fm/Fm7
Change reaction showing through                        Change reaction…
   C      C7                                                        Ab                  Db  Eb  Db  Fm/Fm7
Slow motion                                                     Change reaction…

    G           C          D                                       Eb   Cb   Eb   Cb   Cb   Eb  Ab
Change reaction it'll do
   C              C7
For the jam you're in
    G           C              D
Change reaction it's on you
  D
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
D                                          C    D    G    C    D
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

    G               C                     D
They always made you feel so bad
    G                     C                    D
Now that they're gone you feel so glad
        Am                 D
You cried 'til you danced all night

    G       C                   D
Change reaction it's on you.
  C           C7
You're a domino
    G       C                          D
Change reaction showing through
   C       C7
Slow motion

    G       C              D
Change reaction it'll do
  C                 C7
For the jam you're in
    G        C                  D
Change reaction it's on you
  D
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
  D
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

G    C    D    G    C     D    G    C    D     G    C    D  
h    h     w     h    h     w    h     h     w    h     h    w
(Bridge)

                Am              D
But you're hip, you're young and free

   G            C                D                        C             C7
Change reaction, it's on you......................You're a domino
   G            C                  D                      C     C7
Change reaction showing through..............Slow motion
    G         C           D                             C         C7  
Change reaction it'll do…………..For the jam you're in 
   G            C               D                 D
Change reaction it's on you………Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
  D
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. 
       
        
Words and music by Robert Hazard © 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Cherokee Moon



            h      h     w          h      h     w          h      h    w      h       h    w
Intro:  Am    C    Dm/F    Am    C    Dm/F    Am    C    Dm    Am    G    F

Am    C          Dm/F  Am      C          Dm/F                                    
The stars are shinin' in the Carolina night
Am    C          Dm/F     Am                   G           F
Or is it just the cabins lightin' up the mountainside
F          D         G           Abm    Am      Em
Where lovers sleep like silver spoons
  F               G            Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

Am    C        Dm/F  Am      C     Dm/F                                    
If I said I'm sorry it wouldn't be enough
Am    C          Dm/F         Am     G           F
I know you're unhappy, I know times are tough
F          D       G     Abm    Am      Em
Listen to the old coyote's croon
  F                G         Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

         Am    C        Dm/F       Am   C          Dm/F                                    
The trailer parks on fire, the dogs out on the road
        Am      C          Dm/F             Am                   G       F
And if you don't stop drinkin' your whole world might explode
F               D                 G         Abm   Am      Em
Out on the lake you're laughing like a loon
  F                G          Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

       Em          Fm     C    G    Em        F          G      (Dm)
The end is drawing near……to your trail of tears
Em        F                 C          G                               F        C
The chariot swings low….down on your sacred road
  F                G          Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

Am            C         Dm/F           Am         C          Dm/F                                    
The neon lights are sizzlin', the casino's runnin' flush
       Am    C        Dm/F            Am       G           F
The corn crop is fizzlin' but the wall to wall is plush
                F       D     G      Abm    Am      Em
And I 'm stayin' in a semi-deluxe room
  F                G          Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the cherokee moon


Am             C     Dm/F    Am       C           Dm/F                                    
Your buckskins tattered, ancient parchment torn
Am    C          Dm/F   Am       G       F
Old folks are dyin', nobody's being born
           F     D         G           Abm       Am      Em
They took away a little too much too soon
  F                G          Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

       Em          Fm     C    G    Em        F          G      (Dm)
The end is drawing near……to your trail of tears
Em        F                 C           G                                F        C
The chariot swings low…….down on your sacred road
  F                G          Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

Am    C        Dm/F   Am          C       Dm/F                                    
Once I had a pony, I rode him 'til he dropped
Am      C      Dm/F       Am          G         F
Once I had a vision and then the music stopped
        F          D         G    Abm      Am      Em
And little sparrow flew away last June
  F                G         Am       C     Dm/F     Am     C     Dm/F                                    
Under the Cherokee moon

Am      C      Dm/F       Am          C         F

Am      Em      F    F#m    Dm      G         C

Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Comin’ Back For You


(official page lyrics)

Intro: C    G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F    F    G  

     C                  G                  Am                      F
The sky is baby blue, turning pink around the edges
      C                  G                  Am                  F
The sun is headin' west over the wild wood hedges
       C                  G                  Am                      F
The nights are getting long and they turn a little colder
            Dm                                        D
All the birds are flyin' south and my moves is getting' bolder
          F                           C                G
They said the summer's over but the Indians all knew
      C                   Am                 F                         C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
It's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

         C                            G                  Am              F
Sometimes you're runnin' dry but you gotta go on livin'
       C                  G                  Am                          F
And all you got to give are the gifts that you were given
           C                          G         Am                 F
You're turning out your pockets waitin' at the station
        Dm                                              G
You want to get on board but you ain't got no reservation
    F                   C                             G
I rode that train without you and the lonely whistle blew
           C                     Am                 F                      C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

  E                                  F                  C            G            Am              F
Once you said you were my biggest fan
  E                           F                       Dm                         G
When I was burnin' out on rock and roll and one-night stands,
       F                         C                  G
My star went shootin' by me and I never had a clue
           C                   Am                 F                         C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

          C                        G                 Am                      F
I was runnin' games in Detroit and smoke from the Bahamas
            C                            G      Am                   F
I wound up on that county road wearin' striped pajamas
             C                      G    Am                 F
Now I'm comin' clean…….makin' my repentance
            Dm                                      G
Doin' time away from you was my cruel, cruel sentence
  F                     C                       G
Freedom's just another word for everything to lose
           C                   Am                 F                         C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But I'm comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

     C                            G                  Am                    F
I'm layin' down some rubber and puttin' down the pedal
         C                           G                  Am                      F
I'm burnin' through the night in twenty tons of heavy metal
      C             G                 Am                      F
The radio is playin' and I'm ridin' with the music
            Dm                                              G
I got that old time lovin' feelin', honey, I don't want to lose it
         F                             C                       G
You say my love is sentimental, you can call it déjà vu
           C                   Am                 F                         C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

    C    G    Am    F    F    G    C


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Comin’ Back for You (alternate lyrics)


(alternate lyrics)
                        
Intro: C    G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F    F    G  

     C                  G                  Am                 F
The sky is baby blue, turning pink around the edges
      C                  G                  Am                F
The sun is headin' west over the wild blue hedges
       C                  G                  Am                F
The nights are turnin' cold and they last a little longer
            Dm                                     G
All the birds are flyin' south and my heart is beatin' stronger
         F                       C                 G
You say the summer's over but the Indians all knew
      C                   Am                 F                    C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
It's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

     C                  G                           Am                F
Sometimes you're runnin' dry but you gotta go on livin'
      C                   G               Am                         F
And all you got to give are the gifts that you were given

          C                        G        Am                 F
You're turning out your pockets waitin' at the station
        Dm                                           G
You want to get on board but you ain't got no reservation
    F                        C                      G
I rode that train without you and the lonely whistle blew
           C                   Am              F                     C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

  E                                  F              C            G            Am              F
Once you said you were my biggest fan
  E                           F                    Dm                       G
When I was burnin' out on rock and roll and one-night stands,
       F                         C                  G 
The stars went shootin' by me and I never had a clue
                     C             Am                 F                     C    G   Am   F    C    G    Am    F 
But they're comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

         C                          G              Am                    F
I was runnin' games in Detroit and smoke from the Bahamas
             C                          G    Am                      F
I wound up on that county road wearin' striped pajamas
               C                G    Am               F
Now I'm comin' clean…..makin' my repentance
          Dm                                    G
Doin' time away from you was my cruel, cruel sentence
  F                       C                       G
Freedom's just another word for everything you lose
           C                   Am                 F                    C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

     C                         G               Am                    F
I'm layin' down some rubber and puttin' down the pedal
      C                         G                    Am                  F
I'm burnin' through the night in twenty tons of heavy metal
        C           G                  Am                F
The radio is playin' and I'm ridin' with the music
            Dm                                     G
I got that old time lovin' feelin', honey, I don't want to lose it
         F                    C                   G
You say my love is sentimental, you can say it's déjà vu
           C                   Am                 F                    C     G    Am    F    C    G    Am    F 
But it's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you

    C    G    Am    F    F    G    C


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Corner Girl



(Intro):   B/Bm    A    B/Bm    A  

B/Bm                             A                                 B/Bm
I can feel your sadness……………your motor madness
                                     A                                              F#m
I can see right through you………all the guys would use you
                                    Bm                                          D
Was it just for money? …………..Did you feel it runnin'?

     A    Am  G         Bm                    D
Oh...oh...oh...oh …Corner Girl............
     A   Am   G         Bm                    A                Bm
Oh...oh...oh…oh …Corner Girl...........

B/Bm                                         A                        B/Bm
Up on your head shop two-stop……motorcycle master
                                A                                           F#m
I'm gonna tell your mother………...and your big brother
                                Bm                                                 D
You better come with me………….Up off your knees and say

     A   Am   G        Bm                    D
Oh...oh...oh…oh…Corner Girl............
     A   Am  G         Bm                    A                Bm
Oh...oh...oh...oh …Corner Girl...........

A   Bm   A   Bm   A   Bm   A   Bm   A   Bm   A   Bm   A   F#m   Bm   D
(Bridge) 

     A   Am  G         Bm                    D
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl...........
     A   Am  G         Bm                    A                Bm
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl...........

B/Bm                             A                                 B/Bm
I can feel your sadness…………Your motor madness
                                     A                                           F#m
I can see right through you……..All the guys would use you
                                    Bm                                     D
Was it just for money? …………Did it fill you, honey?

     A   Am  G         Bm                    D
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl..........
     A   Am  G         Bm                    D
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl..........

     A   Am  G         Bm                    D               
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl..........
     A   Am  G         Bm                   
Oh...oh...oh...oh…Corner Girl..........

A                                   A                                  Bm 
Aaaaah________ …………Aaaaah________


                                                                          
Words and music by Robert Hazard
                                                                        © 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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The Cool Life




       Gm                                                                      Gm
She's waiting in a terminal                              Living the cool life.
      Bb                                                                         Bb
Her skin is smooth as tile                               Living the cool life.
     Gm                    Bb                                                  Eb
Her raincoat is reversible                                Living the cool life.
     Cm                                                                         Cm
But her tears are out of style                           Living the cool life.

        Bb                                                                           Gm
She's living in a wealthy world                        I'm living the cool life.
      Eb                 Cm                                                    Bb
With so much to offer                                   Living the cool life.
       Gm                      Bb                                             Eb
Her love is a game of chance                          Living the cool life.
          Cm              Eb                                                      Cm
I won her and I lost her                                 I'm living the cool life.


       Bb                 Gm           Bb                                       Cm
But I'm alright, I'm living the cool life              I'm living the cool life.
    Gm7                                                                Bb
Living the cool life.                                        I'm living the cool life
Eb                 Cm                                               Bb          Eb
And it's cool.                                                I'm living the___, ooh, cool!
   Gm                                                                   Cm/Ebm7
And it's cool.                                                Say, I'm living the cool life.

      Gm                                                            Gm                             Bb
I'm sleeping with my telephone,                      I'm living the cool life
    Bb               Cm
I wake to my TV.
       Gm
I'm searching for the microphone,
      Bb                            (Cm)
I know they can see me.
-
   Bb                Cm
I'm living in a wealthy world,
   Cm
With so much to offer.
   Bb              Gm
Our love is a game of chance,
    Cm                           (Eb)
I won her and I lost her.

       Gm           Bb                Gm/Cm                 
But I'm alright, I'm living the cool life
                Bb
Living the cool life.
            Eb
And it's cool.
            Cm      Gm         
And it's cool.

      Gm
She is a pure white horse.

She is a negative.
                           Am7      Eb
She is a beautiful mutation.
       Bb
I'm a give me a cigarette,

I'm a get down tonight,
Abm                        Am7   Eb
I'm a walkin' danger.
                                 Gm
Out to make some penetration

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Darling



(Intro): A    D    A    F#7    A    D    A   F#m/F7

A                                                                       A                            D
She comes from anywhere U S A                         When she calls me
A                                                   F#m7            A                                     D
She knows how to walk and talk that way.            That's what she calls me
A                                                                       D                             A
In New York she calls it her hometown,                When she calls me darling
A                                              D                       D                           A
Could've been born in a real town.                         That's what she
                                                                          D                                A
D                                   A                                  That's what she calls me
She's one of the wild children  
D                            E                                               A                     D
She laughs at the cage she lives in                           Darling
A             D                   A                                        A                     D
Darling, she calls me darling                                   Darling_____________
     D                   A                                                                          D
She calls me darling                                              That's what she
     D                   A
She calls me darling.                                             What she calls me

A                                              C
Her limousine's flying in the rain.
A                                                 (F#m7)
She's drinking the finest pink champagne.
F#m
All tired of the money and her friends
A
In a world where the parties never end.

D                            A
She's one of the wild children
D                            E
She laughs at the cage she lives in
     A       D                      A    
Darling, she calls me darling
  D                      A
She calls me darling
     E                              A                D
I might as well be the man on the moon

A    D    A    F#7/F#    A    D    A    F#/F#m/F7
(Bridge )

    A      D                  A
Darling, she calls me darling
D                 A
She calls me darling
D                  A          D
She calls me darling

A
The taxis are lining up at ten,
A
The theater it all belongs to them.
F#/F#m
On a string of sparkling diamond rings,
A
She walks with the princes and the kings.

D                      A
She's one of the wild children
D                               E  
She laughs at the cage she lives in
  A         D                  A                         D                 A
Darling, she calls me darling....................She calls me darling
  D                A                                        D
She calls me darling................................That's what she calls me
A                D            A                 D                    A
Darling, she calls me darling…….She calls me darling
D                   A                                D                   A
She calls me darling……………..Calls me that

Wor
ds and music by Robert Hazard © 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Don’t Take My Baby Away From Me



(Intro): Am Em Am  Em Am Em Am G

   Am
I had my baby for a long, long time
  C/Em
Seen her changing and it wrecks my mind
   Am
I love my baby for better or worse
  C/Am                                  D
I'd fight for her heart cause that's what she's worth

         Am                                            Em
Don't take my baby away from me, don't take my baby away from me
  Am                                                    Em
You can't take her…away from me, don't try to take my baby

(saxophone solo)

  Dm                                                  Em              
Hold my baby and I whisper low. Look for answers that I used to know
  C
You got my baby thinkin' things she never thought
  C                                                    D
You got her thinkin' things like a candy bar

Am/Dm                                              C/Em
Don't take my baby away from me. Don't take my baby away from me
                Am                                              Em
You can't take her…away from me, don't try to take my baby

    Am
You come around here in your fancy suit

With your big bad car and your little toot toot
  C
But it ain't much, oh, can't you see
         D                                                Em
That love ain't blind and it's a world plan

       Am                                               C/Em 
Don't take my baby away from me. Don't take my baby away from me
                 Am                                              Em
You can't take her…away from me. Don't try to take my baby

  Am    C    Am    Em    Am    C    Am    Em 
(bridge)

  Am
I had my baby for a long, long time
  Em
Seen her fallin' for a brand new line
  Am
I love my baby for better or worse
      C                                      D
I'd fight for her heart, I don't care if it hurts

      Am                                                 C/Em
Don't take my baby away from me. Don't take my baby away from me
    Am                                                             Em
You can't take her…away from me…don't try to take my baby

      Am                                                 C/Em
Don't take my baby away from me. Don't take my baby away from me
    Am                                                           Em
You can't take her…away from me. Don't try to take my baby
         Am                                  Em
Don't take my baby…… Don't take my baby
         Am                                  C/Em
Can't take her…………..Don't try to take my baby
          Am
Don't take my baby away from me
  C/Em
Don't take my baby away from me
   Am
You can't take her…away from me
            C/G                                    Am               Em
Don't try to take my baby away…


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Don’t You Wanna Dance With Me



(Intro): G    Am/Am7    D    G    Am/Am7     D (play twice)

    G
Lookin' out your window, you're lookin' in your mirror
  Am
Look at all the eyes, out inside clearer
    G
You know you're gonna lose, and if you try to keep her
  Am/Am7                    Am
Full of broken hearts, and prices getting' cheaper

   G                                                                        Em
You don't have to play the game if the game gets hot
                              C                                 G
You don't have to dance when the music starts
   G                                                         Em
You don't have to take off because it's free

                      C                          D               G
Little doll… Don't you wanna dance with me?
                              C
Don't you wanna dance?
   D                     G                                                    C    D
Little darling………Don't you wanna dance with me?

    G
Workin' on your problem, the answer's getting' clearer
  Am
Blow that broken heart, prices getting dearer
    G
Scratchin' in the back seat, radio's blastin'
   Am7                    Am
Makin' you forget the questions you been askin'

   G                                                                        Em
You don't have to play the game if the game gets hot
                              C                       (D)       G
You don't have to dance when the music starts
   G                                                         Em
You don't have to take off because it's free



                    C                        D               G
Darling… Don't you wanna dance with me?
                                       C    D
Don't you wanna dance?
                               G                                   C                    D
Little darling………….Don't you wanna play with me?

Gm   F                                  Bb     Gm   F                               Eb
……..I don't want to win or lose……… I don't want to pick and choose
Bb  (Eb)       F                                        F         Gm  
If it's just a game…….. Who wants to play?

  F                                 Bb         F                                      Eb
I don't want to lead you on……Take you back where you belong
   Bb                              F    Eb    F
If it's just a game anyway

(bridge)   G     Am7    D         G             Am    D    G    Am    D
                                            If it's just a game…
    G
Get a little force, you really got it jumpin'
   Am
Lookin' for the beat, the party needs a pumpin'
   G
Lookin' for the groove, it's given from above you
  Am7                           Am   
But it doesn't prove anybody loves you

   G                                                                        Em
You don't have to play the game if the game gets hot
                              C                       (D)       G
You don't have to dance when the music starts
   G                                                         Em
You don't have to take off because it's free

Darling…
    C                       D
Don't you wanna dance with…?

   G                                                                        Em
You don't have to play the game if the game gets hot
                              C                       (D)       G
You don't have to dance when the music starts
   G                                                         Em
You don't have to take off because it's free

                             C                        D               G
Little Darling… Don't you wanna dance with me?
                             C              D                        G
Don't you wanna dance…Little darling…?
                                                 C      D
Don't you wanna dance with me?

  G                                    C
It was just a game to me
  D
It was just a game to me
  G                                C
It was just a game to me
  D                             G           C
It was just a game…

   G                                         Em/Am   D
You don't have to play the game
   G                                         Am     D
You don't have to play the game
   G                                          Am        D
Baby, you don't have to play the game

No, no, no,
   G                                      Am     D
You don't have to play the game

                       G                   Am     D       G
Little darling… 


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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End of the Line




Intro:    Cm     Am  D  Em

        Em                   D         Em
The whistle's blowin' far, far away
                              D                   Em
It's midnight in the middle of the day
                            (Bm)                         Em
On empty streets the blank-eyed zombies stroll
                        D           Em
Singin' low in ragtime jelly roll
   B
Lookin' for a place they'll never find
   Am             B           Em
Down at the end of the line

          Em            D                   Em
The skeleton cab driver nods his head
                       D                     Em
He don't hear a single word you said
                      (Bm)           Em
A hula girl is dancin' on the dash
                                      D                    Em
The tape deck's playin' unplugged Johnny Cash
   B
And he can't read the twisted rusty signs
   Am             B             Em              Am             D             Em
Down at the end of the line

  Em                        D                  Em
Down at Tombstone City you can't fail
                                 D                          Em
They're puttin' on their year-end blow-out sale
                               (Bm)                Em
And don't forget your lifetime guarantee
                             D                     Em
That's over when you walk in off the street
           B
You're makin' payments until the end of time
   Am          B             Em
Down at the end of the line

              Em            D                       Em
They're closin' up at Blackie's Bar and Grill
                                  D                 Em
Outside the wolves are howlin' on the hill
                                  (Bm)                       Em
It's ten below and your pickup truck won't start
                                 D                 Em
You stumble down the road into the dark
              B
Where hungry eyes are watchin' from the pines
   Am             B           Em                Am             D             Em
Down at the end of the line


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Escalator of Life



(Intro):   F#m7            D     F#m7           D     E

F#m7
They got my Mazda at the E-Z Park It
                                 D
At the rock 'n roll supermarket
F#m7
Muzak-music makes me feel so funny
                         D
I went and spent all my money

F#m7
We're riding on the escalator of life
                                            D 
We're shopping in the human mall.
F#m7
We're dancing on the escalator of life
                                    D  
Won't be happy 'til we have it all.

F#m7
We want it all!
                        D
Escalator of life-up and down.
F#m7                 D                       E
Escalator of life-round and round.

F#m7
There's a hundred and eleven choices
                               D 
Don't listen to those little voices.
F#m7
I don't let the guilty feeling shake me
                             Bm7                         E/A
You can have your cake and eat it baby

F#m7
We're riding on the escalator of life
                                   D
We're shopping in the human mall.
F#m7
We're dancing on the escalator of life
                                   D
Won't be happy 'til we have it all.

F#m7
We want it all!
F#m7                D
Escalator of life-up and down.
F#m7                  D
Escalator of life-round and round    

F#m         D     F#m        D      F#m       D     F#m        D       A
(Bridge)

F#m7                                                            D
Hey girl! I'm a personal friend of Gloria Vanderbilt
F#m7                                                                   D
I got all the gold in the world around my neck.
F#m7                 
Come ride the steel dinosaur.     (Rapped)
                         D       F#
Run wild in the jungle, it's a Zulu nation.
                            E/A
Seduction, sacrifice, a new sensation...........Nothin' ever changes!

F#m7                                                              D
We're riding on the escalator of life…….We're shopping in the human mall.
F#m7                                                                   D
We're dancing on the escalator of life….Won't be happy 'til we have it all.
                 F#m7                             D                        F#m7                  D
We want it all!…Escalator of life-up and down…Escalator of life-round and round

E    F#m         D     F#m        D     F#m         D     F#m        D      E      F#m
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Everybody’s Talkin’



(Intro): Am



Am
Everybody's yakkin'

Everybody's yellin'

Nobody's listenin'

'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' you

D
What to do with
                                     Am
With the only life you got
Em
Well, everybody's talkin'
       D               Am
And I'd rather not

Am
Everybody's screechin'

Everybody's cryin'

Everybody's preachin'

Everybody's lyin'

D
God up in heaven is
                                  Am
Goin' out of his mind
     Em
He's prayin' you people
             D                          Am
Will just shut up some time








Am/D
Here comes a newsman

Gather 'round the news van
A/Am
Rumor's goin' 'round

He's got the actual facts

D
He's up there on TV

Givin' me the L.D.
B
Really disagree
E
But I can't talk back

Am
Everybody's jokin'

Everybody's laughin'

Everybody's chokin'

Everybody's gaspin'

Am                  D
A hot wind's blowin'
                                     Am
And we're runnin' out of air
Em
Everybody's talkin'
       D                     Am
But nobody really cares









Am     D     Am     Em     D      Am
(Bridge/harmonica solo)

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Am
Everybody's chattin'

Everybody's chantin'

Everybody's ravin'

Everybody's grantin'

D
Headset's hardwired
                                     Am
Keepin' my brain alive
Em                                 D
Hooked up twenty-four seven
                    Am
Three sixty-five

Am
Everybody's jivin'

Everybody's jawin'

Everybody's hemmin'

Everybody's hawin'

D
The volume up to eleven
                        Am
The last time I heard, well
            Em
The song keeps playin'
         D                     Am
But I can't hear the words




Am
Down on the bayou

Eatin' jambalaya
A
Discussin' architecture of the fishin' shack
Am
Me-o, my-oh! I'm just getting' high-o
             B
In the bottom of a barrel
             E           
With a bottle of Jack
Am
Dogs are barkin'

Birds are singin'

Parrots are squawkin'

Monkeys are swingin'
D
As I drift off to dreamland
                Am
Dark and deep
  Em
I woke myself up
D                   Am
Talkin' in my sleep
Am
Well I thought I'd get out of reach

I headed for Miami Beach
Am              D   
There's a racket goin' on
                                 Am
I think I had a heart attack
   Em                                              D
I think I'll fly back to New York City
                        Am
And just kick back
                                                                                                          Am   D    Am    Em    D    Am

Words and music by Robert Hazard © 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Everything They Say Is True



Intro:   Eb    Bbm    Ab    Eb 

                Bbm                                 Db                Ab
Have you heard all the talk in the neighborhood
                Bbm                                      Db                         Ab
All your so-called friends are saying I mean you no good
             Ebm
I've got scars down my back
                   Bbm
Where their knives have been through
   Eb
Lies ain't nothing new
                  Bbm                                       Db               
But let them talk about the things that I'd do for you
                  Ab
And baby everything they say is true

                          Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
                                                      Ab                 Eb
Then baby everything they say is true

            Bbm                                        Db                   Ab
I don't mind when they say that I'm going nowhere
                              Bbm                               
And when they're talking trash about me
            Db                    Ab
Man I just don't care
                Ebm
They can say what they want
           Bbm
But forgive them, Lord
         Eb
They know not what they do
                      Bbm                                       Db
But when they talk about the things that I'd do for you
                    Ab
Then baby everything they say is true


                          Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
                      Ab
Then baby everything they say is true

Eb    Bbm    Ab    Eb    Eb    Bbm    Ab    Eb 
(bridge)
                           Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
                      Ab
Then baby everything they say is true
                          Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
                      Ab
Then baby everything they say is true
                          Fm Ab                    Db    Ab   
Everything they say…everything they say…
                  Bbm  Db                           Ab
Everything they say…everything they say
                          Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
                      Ab
Then baby everything they say is true
                         Fm         Ab
Everything they say is true
                        Db                        Ab
Cause there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
                Bbm                                       Db   
When they say that real friends in this life are few
            Ab                                            
Then baby everything they say is true   (fade last line)

Words and music by Tommy Conwell and Robert Hazard
© 1987 CBS Music Inc., Love Thing Music and Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Father and Son




(Intro):    E                    A                B                E              A                   B
               Oh, oh, oh, oh (8 times)
   E                                     A
On the border by the sea, what has been and what will be
  E                                           A                                    F#m
On a battered chest of wood, somehow strong and somehow good
  E                                              A
Take a storm in his advice in a voice as cold as ice
  E                                                     A                   F#m
Travel with him through the storm knowing he could do you wrong
  E
It's the right time, for my lifetime
   A                          B
It's the right time, father and son
  E                                                 A
Open your eyes, it's a good sign
                               B                         E
It's the bloodline, take it and run…take it and run
                                         E                 A                B         E          A          B
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (10 times)
   E                                          A
On a job here way up high, with the old man by his side
   E                                           A                           F#m
Miles of heart, miles of men, make a country…make a man
    E
It's the right time, for a lifetime
   A                         B
It's the right time, father and son
   E                                                 A
Open your eyes, it's a good sign, it's the bloodline
  B                                                    E                                              A                   D
Take it and run (Oh, oh, oh, oh)…take it and run (Oh, oh, oh, oh) take it and run
  A                       B                          E                  B
Take it and run (Oh, oh, oh, oh)…father and son (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
  E                       A                         B
Open your eyes (open your eyes)…
  E                A                         B
Open your eye-eye-eye-eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes  (open your eyes)
  E        A                                      B
Open your eyes (open your eyes)
                            E                 A                F                    B 
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Open your, open your, open your eyes
                                            E           A            B            E            A           B
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (8 times)
    E                                             A
Little boy sittin' on my knee, I have changed the family
   E
See the flower, see the tree
    A                         B
See the wave that flows from me
   E
It's the right time, for a lifetime
  A                          B
It's the right time, father and son
  E
Open your eyes, it's a good sign
  A                          B
It's the bloodline, take it and run
  E
It's the right time. in a lifetime
  A                          B  
It's the right time. Father and son
  E
Open your eyes. It's a good sign
  A                          B
It's the bloodline. Take it and run
                        A                                                   A
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Take it and run, (Oh, oh, oh, oh) take it and run
                          E                                                  A                    B 
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Take it and run (Oh, oh, oh, oh) father and son

  E                          A                         B
O-pen your eyes…O-pen your eyes
  E                          A                         B
O-pen your eyes…O-pen your eyes
  E                 A                       B        E          A      B
Open your, open your, open your…It's the right time
   A                                               E
For a lifetime (open your eyes), it's a good sign
                               B
It's the bloodline, father and son
  E                            A                      B
It's the right time, in a lifetime (Open your eyes)
   E
It's a good sign, it's the bloodline
  A               B                      E                     A                         B   E   A   F#m   D   E
See it run. Take it and run. Take it and run, Father and son

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Fever



(Intro): E

E                  F#m7     E                  Dbm7
Pretty love…………..Wing of fire    
E                  F#m7      E               Dbm7
Take the heat……….. She leaves behind  

E                  F#m7    E                Dbm7
And I raise………… To go high, higher
Dbm7              E        E                   Dbm7
To catch the lights… That cross the sky.

E             F#m    E                Dbm7    E
Hold on, fever,…….. Of my own______
E             F#m7    E               F#m7    E
Hold on, fever,………Of my own.

E                  Dbm7    E              Dbm7
Feel the hand,……… Like wind around me
E                  F#m7     E              F#m7
See the skin,……….. Like smooth as ice.

E                  Dbm7     E                E
Far away,…………… Upon the mountains
E                  Dbm7     E            F#m7
Like a bird,………….  Is abound with desire.

   E           F#m7     E           F#m7        E
Hold on, fever,……… Of my own______
  E           F#m7     E  Dbm7            F#m7   E                 
Hold on, fever,………Of my own.

   Dbm7      E                                    E
Oh____oh, oh______……………… Hold on, fever,
Dbm                F#m7              E      F#m7        E
Oh, oh, oh, oh____oh, oh______…..  Hold on, fever,

                                  E         E        F#m7         E
Oh____oh, oh______………. Hold on, fever,
                               F#m7
Oh, oh, oh____, oh______.

   E           F#m7        E       F#m7                        E
Hold on, fever,………………Of my own______         
  E           F#m7         E         F#m7          E
Hold on, fever,………………Of my own.

  E                F#m7     E             F#m7               E
Oh, oh____, oh______.  Oh, oh, oh________.
  E            Dbm7         E            F#m7               E
Oh_____, oh, oh_____, oh____, oh____.
  E     F#m7  E      F#m7         E        E       F#m7    E           F#m7         E
Hold_______, oh_____, oh_____, ah, ah, oh____, oh_____, oh______.
  E           F#m7   E                  F#m7           E
Ah, ah, oh, oh____, oh_______, oh______.         (Repeat last line and fade)


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Fire on Fire



(Intro):  Em

   Em                                Am7       Bm7
She's a woman who would take advantage
   Em                         A    Am7       Bm7
She's the type that likes to touch and tell
   Em                               Am7       Bm7
She's the stranger that you give a hand to
   Em                           Am7  Bm7
And she took it off you so well.

Em
Fire on fire, ultra blue
  Em
Fire on fire, like I'm on you
  Am7   Bm7   Em7
Fire on fire
  Am7   Bm7   Em
Fire on fire

   Em                             Am7    Bm7
I'm the one she wants to make a fool of
   Em                          Am7       Bm7
I'm the boy she better watch her step
   Em                                Am7    Bm7
I'm the one who broke the heart of Funk Street
                        Bm
And I ain't sorry yet

   Em
Fire on fire, ultra groove
   Em
Fire on fire, like I'm on you
    Am7/Am   Bm7/Bm   Em/Em7
Fire on fire.
    Am7/Am   Bm7/Bm   Em
Fire on fire.

Em    Am7    Bm7    Em    Am7    Bm7    Em    Am7    Bm7    Em    Am7   Bm7
(Bridge)

    Am7   Bm7   Em                Am7   Bm7   Em
Fire on fire…………………. Fire on fire.
   Em/Em7       C7         Em
Jackie Wilson - so low…… That's the part that hurt the most

Am7/Am   Bm7/Bm   Em        Am7/Am   Bm7/Bm   Em
Fire on fire…………………..Fire on fire.

(Coda): Em

   Em                            Am7       Bm7
She's a one you want to take advantage
   Em                               Am7       Bm7
She's the one you want to touch and tell
   Em                               Am7  Bm7
She's the stranger that you give a hand to
       Em                   Bm
And she took it so well.

  Am7     Bm7   Em               Am7     Bm7   Em
Fire on fire…………………Fire on fire.
  Am7     Bm7   Em              Am7     Bm7   Em
Fire on fire…………………Fire on fire.

                    Em
She's hot!

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music  (ASCAP)
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Girls Just Want to Have Fun



(Intro): E    Ebm    Db    Ebm    E    Ebm    Db    B    Db
     
F#
I come home in the morning light
    Ebm/B7
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
   B
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
    Ebm7          Ebm             B
And girls they want to have fun
    Ebm7        Ebm           F#                 Ebm7     Ebm
Oh girls just want to have fun

F#
The phone rings in the middle of the night
    Ebm
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
     B
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
    Ebm7        Ebm              B
But girls they want to have fun
    Ebm7       Ebm       F#
Oh girls just want to have

F#
That's all they really want
Ebmb7
Some fun
F#
When the working day is done
    Ebm7       Ebm            B
Girls - they want to have fun
    Ebm7        Ebm            F#           Ebm7            Ebm             
Oh girls just want to have fun

(Bridge): F#    Ebm    F#    Ebm    B

F#
Some boys take a beautiful girl
      Ebm
And hide her away from the rest of the world
    B
I want to be the one to walk in the sun

    Ebm7       Ebm              B
Oh girls they want to have fun
    Ebm7       Ebm                 F#
Oh girls just want to have

F#
That's all they really want
B7/Ebm
Some fun
F#
When the working day is done
    Ebm7     Ebm              B
Girls - they want to have fun
    Ebm7       Ebm             F#
Oh girls just want to have fun,
    Ebm                 Ebm             
They want to have fun,
F#            Ebm        (B)     Ebm     F#     Ebm     F#
They want to have fun...

Ebm    B    F#    Ebm    B    F#    Ebm7    Ebm    B    F#    Ebm7    Ebm    B    F#

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1979 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Golden Opportunity




(Intro):  B    Em    Am    Em

   Am                                                                                      (Em)
Just a friend of a friend of a friend……Sad party, I say, see you again
  Am
Just a room, but it's her perfume
                                     Am7           (Em)
And her shade of red that goes to my head

  Am                          Dm                 Em     Am
She's got a hold of me, golden opportunity…knock, knockin' on my door
   Dm                        Em
Can't ignore what she does to me anymore
  Am                Dm  Em    Am              Dm  Em
Golden…opportunity…golden…opportunity

   Am
She's the type that don't care if it's right
                                                                               (Em)
If you're with someone else, she wants you out of her cell
  Am                            Am7
She's the kind that don't care about time
    Am                            Am7
In the middle of the night she'll make you see the light

  Am                                 Dm               Em
She's gettin' through to me, golden opportunity
   Am
Knock, knockin' on my door
  Dm                        Em                     Am
Can't ignore what she does to me anymore
  Am                Dm  Em    Am            Dm  Em    Am
Golden…opportunity…golden…opportunity……Knock on my door!

         Am             Dm      Em    Am              Dm  (Em)
(bridge)

   Am                                  Dm               Em
She's gettin' through to me…golden opportunity
  Am
Knock, knockin' on my door
  Dm                         Em
Can't ignore what she does to me anymore

  Am                Dm  Em Am              Dm  Em
Golden…opportunity…golden…opportunity

  Am
Can't let it pass me by, bye, bye, bye
                      Em       Am                    Dm/Em
I've got to take it! Bye, bye

  Bm                Em  F#m    Bm              Em  F#m
Golden…opportunity…golden…opportunity
  Bm                Em  F#m                                       Bm              Em  F#m
Golden…opportunity…yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… (Golden…opportunity)
  Bm                Em  F#m  Bm                                               Em  F#m
Golden…opportunity…She's my golden, my…(Golden…opportunity)
  Bm                                     Em               F#m   
She's my golden, my…(Golden…opportunity)
   Bm                                 Em                          F#m
She's knockin' on my door…knockin' on my door
  Bm                                    Em                                            F#m 
She's been knockin' on my …knockin' on my…knockin' on my
  Bm                                  Em                                 F#m
She's knockin' on my door…she's knockin' on my
  Bm                                 Em  F#m    Bm     Em             F#m
Knockin' on my, knockin' on my…golden opportunity
  Bm                     Em       F#m      Bm    
Yeah, yeah, yeah


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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(I Just Want to) Hang Around With You




(Intro):  A/F#m7    F#m    A/F#m7    F#m

F#m                  A/F#m7   F#m               A/F#m7
Nothin's workin' right ……I can't sleep at night
F#m                     A/F#m7   F#m            A/F#m7    
I can't pay the rent………All my money's spent

F#m                                A/F#m7    F#m      A/F#m7    F#m       A/F#m7
Cause I just want to hang around with you.
F#m                     A/F#m7      F#m    A/F#m7   F#m       A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.

F#m                      A/F#m7    F#m                A/F#m7
All my friends are gone…… They all said so long
F#m                   A/F#m7      F#m                  A/F#m7
They don't come around…… They just put me down

F#m                               A/F#m7      F#m      A/F#m7      F#m        A/F#m7
Cause I just want to hang around with you
F#m                      A/F#m7       F#m     A/F#m7    F#m        A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.

E                                  A
You can keep the cash…You can take the stash
D                                  A
You can have my Chevy II
E                             A
I ain't got no home, I'm just a bag of bones
D                                  E
With no proper point of view

F#m                              A/F#m7         F#m      A/F#m7      F#m       A/F#m7
Cause I just want to hang around with you
F#m                         A/F#m7     F#m     A/F#m7   F#m         A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.

(Bridge):     F#m  F#m7  F#m  F#m7    (repeat ten times)
                  (6)     (2)      (6)     (2)

E                                  A
You can keep the cash…You can take the stash
D                                A
You can have my Subaru

E                             A
I ain't got no home, I'm just a bag of bones
D                                    E
With no proper point of view

F#m                               A/F#m7      F#m     A/F#m7      F#m      A/F#m7
Cause I just want to hang around with you
F#m                        A/F#m7       F#m     A/F#m7    F#m      A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.
F#m                      A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.
F#m                      A/F#m7
I just want to hang around with you.

F#m                      A/F#m7 F#m                      A/F#m7
I just want to hang around, I just want to hang around,
F#m                      A/F#m7                 F#m
I just want to hang around with you.            
(repeat three times and fade or do bass solo)

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Hard Hands




Intro:  D    Em    D    A    D

  D                                                                     Em        Em7/G         D
I got on my coat                                                I've tried to make it up to you
                                                                         Em/G              A                   D
And got on my hat                                             Done all that I know how to do
                                                                         Em        Em7/G              D
Can't walk out the door                                      I know it's never been enough
                  Em                                                         G             (Bm)                A               
When you look like that                                      To give you diamonds in the rough

    D                                                                      D        
Your hair hangin' free                                         I woke up this morning

That smile on your lips                                       You lay cool and still

That pretty dress sittin'                                      You smelled like the grass
      Em                                                                         Em
So high on your hips                                          At the top of the hill

   A                                                                    D          
Nothin' comes easy                                            I picked a flower
                        G
To a workin' man                                              So fragile and fine
D
How can I touch you                                         Sometimes I wonder
  A                                D   Em   D   A   D                          Em
With these hard, hard hands                                Why you'd ever be mine

   D                                                                   A
I feel your heart beat                                          Nothing comes easy
                                                                                         Em
Like hummingbirds wings                                   To a workin' man
                                                                         D
I fumble with buttons                                         How can I hold you
   Em                                                                  A                            D      Em   D   A   D
I tangle with strings                                           In these hard, hard hands

   D
I try to be gentle,

Thoughtful and kind

But sometimes my body
          Em
Runs off with my mind

   A
Nothin' comes easy
                               G
To a hard-workin' man
   D
How can I please you
  A                                 D
With these hard, hard hands



Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Hard Hearted




(Intro):  G    D    G    D    G    D

G              D          G           D
Play a little game. Go a little off.
G          D      G          D
It's so hard, it's so soft.

G                      D  G                        D
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.
G                  D    A
I don't wanta die, I don't wanta be.

G                                      G
Hard hearted - solid state. Hard hearted - I can't relate
G                                                                   D
Hard hearted - solid state. Hard hearted, it's too late.

G      D  G      D  G      D

G                        D    G                      D
You talk a lot of stuff. That's what I heard.
G                      D    G              D
Free love is cheap - mark my words

G                         D      G                      D
You stick it in my ear, It's goin' all around
G                              A
I don't wanta hear…one more sound

G               D  G         D G            D     G              D
Hard hearted - solid state. Hard hearted - I can't relate.

G              D   G              D G              D     G          A   G    A    E
Hard hearted - solid state.     Hard hearted, it's too late

A    E      A    E      A    E      A    E  
A    E      A    E      A    E      A    E  
(Bridge)

A                 E      A                        E
Hard luck boys-walkin' down the street.
A                       E    A              E
Make a lot of noise, take a lot of heat.
A                      E     A                     E
Look into the face, tell me what you see.
A                              B
An empty space, he don't wanta be.

E/A          E      A       E      A              E         A          E     
Hard hearted - solid state. Hard hearted - I can't relate.
A              E      A          E    A              E      A         A     
Hard hearted - solid state. Hard hearted, it's too late

A    E      A    E      A    E      A    E  
A    E      A    E      A    E      A    E  
(instrumental solo)

     A                   C
Hard hearted……….Hard, hard…Oooooh, oooooh

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Hell’s Gate, Georgia



(Intro): Bm/D

    D                                             Bm
Lately I've been thinking about the time when we were young
  G                             Em/A                    G       A
When we lived our dreams and got things done
   D                                            Bm
Now the days they move so slow, like butter in the sun
  Em                     A                         G       A
They went by so fast when we were young

    D                       Em      A               Bm
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
    G                D                  A
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed
    Bm                  G   A/Em          D
Baby you're the fire burnin' in my eyes
  G                         A            D       G       D       A
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

   D                                             Bm
Lately I've been thinking about the shadows in the lace
    G                      A                    G
Revlon red and moonlight on your face
A   D                                        Bm
But your skin's so soft and warm just like a summer's breeze
  G                        Em/A              G         A
Just a sigh that can bring me to my knees

     D                  Em          A                   Bm
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
    G                     D                    A
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed
Bm                        G                  A                         Bm
Even when a cold wind blows our love burns up the sky
  G                              A           D       G       D       A
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

      D               A
(Bridge)


D/Bm                      G           A                     Bm
Sometimes I go drifting off to places you can't go
   G                          D              A                 Em
Sometimes you go places I don't ever want to know
D/Bm7                       G/Em          A                Bm
Even when our love turns cold, an ember still survives
  G                           A        D       G       D       A
Hot as Hell's Gate Georgia in July

    D                  Em         A                 Bm
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
    G                     D             A
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed

D/Bm7            Em/G   A              Bm
Baby you're the fire burnin' in my eyes
  G                          A           D      
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
  G                         A             D       G       D       A
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

     D
Lately I've been thinking about
      Bm
The time when we were young



Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Help Yourself




(Intro): B/Bm    A    B/Bm  A   B/Bm  A    B/Bm   A
               ¾     ¼      ¾     ¼     ¾     ¼      ¾     ¼                      

    B/Bm                                      A    B/Bm                     A
I've been working in a gold mine…….For a thousand years
    B/Bm                            A              B/Bm                      A
Don't say it isn't working…………….Little do you hear

     G                                 A                 F#m
You're a lot on my head………………When there's nothing left
    B/Bm                     A
Everything you got is yours
  B/Bm                E       A        D
All you've got to do is help yourself

   A         G
Help yourself
   A      B/Bm      A    B/Bm    A    B/Bm    A    B/Bm    A 
Help yourself

    B/Bm                     A                                 B/Bm                     A
Threw me out of the barroom…………..Even stepped on my head
    B/Bm                        A                    B/Bm                A
Shoot the heart in me, babe…………….Soon you'll be there

   G                                   A                 F#m
Tears fall in the moonlight……………..Pretty kiss in the air
    B/Bm                            A
Everything you got is yours
B/Bm                  E      A         D
All you've got to do is help yourself

  A            G
Help yourself
   A         B/Bm     A     B/Bm     A     B/Bm      A     B/Bm      A 
Help yourself

B/Bm    A    B/Bm    A      B/Bm    A    B/Bm    A  (repeat 7 times)
(bridge)

    B/Bm                                     A                B/Bm                     A
I've been working in a gold mine…………….. For a thousand years
    B/Bm                                        A             B/Bm                     A
I've been working for the moonlight ………….For a thousand tears
    G                                 A            F#m
You're a lot on my head……………..For this love you left

    B/Bm                       A
Everything you got is yours
B/Bm                  E      A         D
All you've got to do is help yourself
   A         G                         A         B/Bm   A         B/Bm
Help yourse lf…………….. Help yourself
   A         G                        A         G
Help yourself…………….. Help yourself

   A          D         A         B/Bm
Help yourself.
   A         G                       A         G
Help yourself……………. Help yourself
   A         B/Bm   A         B/Bm     A         B/Bm
Help yourself

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Hip Pocket



(Intro):  Db   F#   Db   F#   Db   Bbm7   F#   Db   Bbm7   F#

Db
Such a kid she lives up the north town side
F#
Lips of pitch she knows that I like that.
Db
Picks me up in a Cadillac
F#                       Ab                         F#
I got her checked out, she don't wear black.

Db                                                  Bbm7                    F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the boys say she's got it
Db                                                  Bbm7               F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the fire. And all the rockets.

Db            Bbm7     F#                 Db            Bbm7     F#
Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket [she's got the world…]

Db
She's got the buzz, director of the cruise.
F#
You can tell by the way she moves.
Db
Fill it up in the blue suede shoes.
F#                   Ab                               F#
You gotta be tough when you're born to lose

Db                                                   Bbm7                   F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the boys say she's got it
Db                                                 bm7                         F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the king's men can't stop her!

Db            Bbm7     F#                 Db            Bbm7     F#      Ab     F
Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket ...

(Bridge): Dbm7    Fm7

F#                                                F#
She wears her pants just right…She's got no secrets
Can see the world... in her hip pocket.                     (Rapped)

Db            Bbm7     F#                 Db            Bbm7     F#
Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket [she's got the world…]

Db                                            F#    F#                                  Db
I'm just a cat on a highway outta town, seein' the bird on a power line.
Db                                           F#
Have a wish that I can make her mine.
F#                           Ab             F#    
Just can't reach but I won't stop tryin'

Bb                                                  Bbm7                      F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the boys say she's got it
Db                                                  Bbm7                  F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the fire, and all the rockets.

Db                                                 Bbm7                     F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. And all the boys say she's got it
Db                                                 Bbm7                         F#
She's got the world in her hip pocket. You got it goin', baby, don't stop it.

Db            Bbm7     F#                 Db            Bbm7     F#
Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket
Db            Bbm7     F#                 Db            Bbm7     F#
Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket [she's got the world…]
Db                          Bbm7     F#
Hey, hey, hey, hey [she's got the world…]

Db              Bbm7     F#                 Db
Hip pocket. [she's got the world...] Hip pocket
Bbm7                           Db           Bbm7                           Db
[she's got the world...] Hip pocket [she's got the world…] Hip pocket

Words a
nd music by Robert Hazard
©  1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Hit of Scrapple



(Intro):  Am   C   Am   C7   
                                                                                
Words and music by Robert Hazard
   Am         C            Dm        C7                             
© 1998 Heroic Music, ASCAP
I ain't no fruit from California.
   Am         C                          C7
No sushi boy from the Big Apple.
Am            C                   Am        C7
I'm just a kid from the streets of Philly,
Am            C                   Am        C7        D
The land of love, the home of Scrapple.

            G
If my heart goes pop! I don't care about that.
  D
Can't stop, getting' down in the fat.
Am/Am7                                  D
Health cop wants to blow me away_______.
      G      D        C            D                  C              Am7 
I need a hit of Scrapple ev-er-y day________.

Am         C/Am7 Am                  C7/Am7
I ain't no geek from Minnesota,
Am            C              Am            C7/Am7
Lickin' cheese off a wheat thin cracker.
Am           C/Am7  Am           C7
I ain't no freak from North Dakota,
Am        C/Am7     Am           C7               D
Suckin' ice off a John Deere tractor.

             G
If my heart goes pop! I don't care about that.
D
Can't stop, getting' down in the fat.
   Am7/Am                                           D       
Health cop wants to blow me away_______.
      G      D        C            D          G
I need a hit of Scrapple ev-er-y day________.
            D          C              D                    G
Just a taste of Scrapple, so creamy and gray.
                 D      C                D                 C            D 
Nothing wasted, nothing thrown away_____.




     Em
My eggs begin to quiver when I put it on my plate.
    Em7/Em
When it gets to my liver, it can't get through the gate.
  Am7                                                    D
My doctor starts to shiver, 'cause he knows it's much too late______.

      G      D        C            D       G          
I need a hit of Scrapple ev'ry day.
            D          C             D                     G
Just a taste of Scrapple, so creamy and gray,
             D        C            D                  C             
Need a hit of Scrapple ev-er-y day________.

Am    C    Am    C7    Am    C    Am    C7  (Bridge)

Am                  C      Am                 C7
They say it's crap…they say I'm crazy.
Am                C        Am        C7   
A bunch of assholes…on a platter.
Am                   C                Am          C7   
Then I'm the king of (the) assholes, baby.
Am                    C    Am                     C7      D
Keep getting' richer…keep getting' fatter.

          G
If my heart goes pop, I don't care about that.
   D
Can't stop, getting' down in the fat.
Am                                                       D
Health cop wants to blow me away_______.

          G
If my heart goes pop, I don't care about that.
   D
Can't stop, getting' down in the fat.
Am                                                       D
Health cop wants to blow me away_______.

      G      D        C            D          G
I need a hit of Scrapple ev-er-y day________.
            D          C            D                      G
Just a taste of Scrapple, so creamy and gray,
           D         C          D          C                     G       C      G
Just a hit of Scrapple ev-er-y day________.
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Hollywood




(Intro): Bm    Bm7    Bm    F#m    A    F#m
               ¾       ¼        w       ¾       ¼      w

   A                                                                                        Bm7     A         F#m                         
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                           It's Hollywood by night (Oh, oh, oh…)
                                                                                              Bm7       A         F#m
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                           It's Hollywood tonight (Oh, oh, oh…)
                                            F#m                                           Bm/Bm7   A          F#m                         E
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                           She sends a limo to carry your burnin' lights.

  A/B                                 Bm/Bm7                                       Bm7      A         F#m                       C
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                            It's Hollywood tonight (Oh, oh, oh…)
                                                                                               Bm7      A         F#m                           E
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                            It's Hollywood by night (Oh, oh, oh…)
                                         F#m                                              Bm7             A                        F#m   E
Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.                                            We'll play the part, it's always nuts tonight

  A/F#m7                                                                            E/Dbm7
Your thrown up in a tough soft dress.                               Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
Dbm/F#m                         (E)    F#m                                                                          F/Db  F#m
Can't assume by a shock for less.                                       Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh_____
    Bm7                         A                                                             (Bridge)*
Sometimes my life is black and white,
F#m7                         E                                  
And poured in pictures.   

Bm7             A        F#m
It's Hollywood by night (Oh, oh, oh…) 
Bm7                        F#m                                                        A
It's Hollywood by night (Oh, oh, oh…)                               Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Bm7                          A                             F#m
It's breakin' down when it's all much too bright.                   Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Bm7             A         F#m                                                                                             F#m
It's Hollywood by night.                                                       Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.

Dbm/Dbm7         E                                                                 A                            F#m
Take five for a cigarette.                                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
F#m                     (D)           A                                               A                            F#m
On a dreamland movie set.                                                     Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
  D              A                     F#m                                             A                            F#m
Movie camera flashed your eyes                                            Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
F#m7                                                                                       A       F#m
For a perfect picture.                                                              (Hollywood, by night)


A/Bm7                  F#m7                                                              A                            F#m
It's Hollywood by night (Oh, oh, oh…)                                 Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
A/Bm7                  F#m7                                                              A                            F#m
It's Hollywood tonight (Oh, oh, oh…)                                   Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
A/Bm7                     F#m7                                                           A                            F#m
She sends a limo to carry your love in light.                           Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
             D              F#m7                                                                    A             F#m
It's Hollywood tonight (Oh, oh, oh…)                                   (Hollywood, by night)

A                                                                                                     A           F#m                                                
The sun goes down and a hot wind blows.                              Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
F#m                                                                                                 A                            F#m
She sheds her skin and she burns her clothes.                          Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Bbm7                                                                                               A                            F#m
Shakin' it up, she's gonna make a scene                                    Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
F#m
Breakin' hearts on a street of dreams  
                                                                                                         A                            F#m
                                                                                                  Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Dbm7                             A                                                             A                            F#m
Moon got shot and the stars go cry                                          Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Bm7                                 Bm                                                         A                            F#m
It's a fine white line that you can't get back                              Oh, oh, oh, oh___________.
Dbm7                   A                                                                        A                            F#m
Siamese cat in a long black whip.                                              (So good________)
Bm7                      Bm
In a foreign land called the Sunset Strip 
                                                                                                    [Repeat last verse and fade]
E                                                                                 
Everybody knows Hollywood, coast to coast.
Dbm
Hollywood, coast to coast.              (Rapped)
Bm7/Dbm7
Hollywood, coast to coast.                                    

She's just no good tonight!    

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Bridge chord sequence: Bm7    A    F#m    E/Dbm7    F/Db    F#m

                        
Words and music by Robert Hazard
                        © 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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If We Can't Make It




(Intro):  E      F#m      E      F#m

E                              E                                                                 A                           Bm7
You hear the beat, you hit the floor                                           If we can't make it
A/F#m                                                                                        A                           F#m
You see the boy, you want him yours.                                     If we can't make it
E                                                                                                 A                           Bm7
I see the girl, she drop me down                                               If we can't make it
D                       E              E                                                      A                           F#m
It is not poison it is not wrong, I swear                                    If we can't make it
                                                                                                   A                           F#m
                                                                                                   Forever,
        
A                                    D                                                          A                           F#m
If we can't make it, the sun will never rise                                  Forever,
A                                    F#m                                                       A                           F#m
If we can't make it, this scene will surely die                              Forever, evermore,
A                                    D                                                           A                           F#m
If we can't make it, no children never dance.                               Forever.
A                                    F#m
If we can't make it, nobody chance a chance,
A                      F#m               A
Forever………………………Forever.

E
Some people say No Way!
F#m/A
Say that love is just a joke
E
A Barbara Stanwyck living hell
D                         E              E
It's all bad boy - no hope, I swear!


A                                    D
If we can't make it, the sun will never rise
A                                    F#m
If we can't make it, this scene will surely die
A                                    D
If we can't make it, no children never dance.
A                                    F#m
If we can't make it, nobody chance a chance,


A               F#m             A               F#m
Forever………………. Forever

D                           A                     F#m
Where are all the men who they would cry?
D                           A                     F#m
Where are all the women to take them aside?
D                           A                     F#m
Where are all the brethren who will cling together?
D                  F#m                    D                  F#m
Forever………………………Forever.

E      F#m      E      F#m   
(Bridge) 

E
You hear the beat, you hit the floor
A/F#m
Your heart is broke, your feet so sore
E
You turn away into the night
Bm7                           E             E
Come tomorrow it'll be alright, I swear!

A                                    D
If we can't make it, the sun will never rise
A                                    F#m
If we can't make it, this scene will surely die
A                                    D
If we can't make it, no children never dance.
A                                             F#m                   A              F#m
If we can't make it, nobody chance a chance, forever


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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In the Middle


(Intro): G

                D                  G          D          
I want to stand in the middle again
  D               G              Bm
Here in my circle of friends
D                      A              Em               G 
Warmed by the light of the fire burnin' bright
                D                  G          D
I want to stand in the middle again

                D                  G             D
I want to walk in the middle this time
  (D)            G              Bm
Not too far ahead or behind
               D              A              Em                   G
With an eye on the track and no trouble at my back
                D                  G             D
I want to walk in the middle this time

                D                  G             D
I want to stay in the middle with you
                D                  G          Bm
There is nothin' that I wouldn't do
        D          A     Em                    G
I'll rise and shine just to walk that line
                D                  G             D
I want to stay in the middle with you

Bm/Bm7                         A
I've lived on the border, slept with one eye open
  D                        Bm                 G
Made a friend of danger at my door
Bm/G                                        F#m/A
But now I need some comfort, a ring of love around me
             Em                                   A
I don't want to be a stranger anymore

                D             G             D
I want to be in the middle of love
                (D)       G          Bm
I would never be too high above
D          A      Em                          G 
Rich or poor, who could ask for more?
              D             G             D
Than to be in the middle of love

                 D             G             D
I want to live in the middle of life
                D                 G               Bm
I want to lick all the honey off the knife
                D              A           Em                    G 
I want to take ev'ry man and shake him by the hand
                 D             G             D
I want to live in the middle of life

Bm/Bm7                                    A
I've been small and frightened, I've been larger than life
           D                        Bm                              G
Been flushed and been stripped down to the bone
Bm/Bm7/G                    F#m/A
Been light as a feather, soared like a kite
         Em                                 A
And fell to the bottom like a stone

                D                  G             D
Yes, I've been to the middle of hell
               (D)            G                 Bm
From the top to the bottom of the well
D               A            Em                 G 
Burned by fame and lost without a name
                D                  G             D
Yes, I've been to the middle of hell

   D             G             D
I want to stand in the middle again
   D              G              Bm
Here in my circle of friends
             D           A                   Em                    G 
Let the songs resound from the mountains all around
                    D             G        D
And let us stand the middle again

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Interplanetary Private Eye



(Intro): C    Am    C    Am    C    Am    C    Am   

  C                                             Am
Blue smoke on my windshield
  C                                             Am
Bright lights in the land of steel
  C                                        Am
Red Diner on a foreign star
  C                                   Am
Hot carbon on my heels

G                                             D
I'm from the island of I and I
  C                                        Am
Interplanetary private eye
Am
Interplanetary private eye
Am
Interplanetary private eye
C
Interplanetary private eye

  C                                   Am
No one wants to know me.
  C                            Am
I bleed like the old boys do.
  C                                    Am
Sweetheart in a plastic bag
  C                                    Am
I love her just the same.

G                                                  D
Still remember the tears we cried.
C/Am
Interplanetary private eye
Am
Interplanetary private eye
Am
Interplanetary private eye
C                                     Am
Interplanetary private eye

C    Am    C    Am    C    Am    C    Am   
(Bridge)

G                                               D
I need a drink and a kiss goodbye
Am
Interplanetary private eye.
Am
Interplanetary private eye
C
Interplanetary private eye
Am                                      C     Am     C      Am
Interplanetary private eye

C                                     Am
Hot shot on a mercury run
C                                             Am
Ten years and I tracked him down
C                                              Am
I Hit him with my fire ball gun
C                                     Am
Now he's all over town.

G                                                      D
Funny thing but I still miss that guy
Am
Interplanetary private eye.
Am
Interplanetary private eye
C                                       Am
Interplanetary private eye
Am
Interplanetary private eye

Interplanetary private eye (repeat and fade)         


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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King Of England




(Intro):  A   E   D   A   E   D   A   E   D   A   E   D  

A          E          D      
Sitting on my throne.                                                                   It's the colors we sing.
A                 E        D                                                                       A          E          D  
Throw the dogs a bone.                                                               La-la, la-la, la-la, la!
             A        E        D                                                                   A          E          D  
It's so good to be at home,                                                           La-la, la-la, la-la, la!
      A             E          D  
In Eng-a-land.

  A                       E          D                                                                                             A        E     D  
Rome is in the throes of bills.                                                     Baby, it's my thing. (La-la, la-la, la-la, la!)
   A          E          D                                                                                                         A        E     D  
Egypt's shot to hell.                                                                   Baby, it's my thing. (La-la, la-la, la-la, la!)
        A     E             D                                                                                                     A        E     D  
But I'm alive and well,                                                               Baby, it's my thing. (La-la, la-la, la-la, la!)
      A              E          D                                                                                                 A        E     D           E
In Eng-a-land.                                                                            Baby, it's my thing. (La-la, la-la, la-la, la!)

                        A       E    D  
Baby it's my thing.
                           A             E     D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.
                         A      E      D  
Baby it's my thing.
                           A             E     D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.

      A          E              D  
In ermine lined with chintz.
      A              E          D  
Behold the wayward prince,
            A          E       D  
Who gets the royal pinch.
       A               E        D  
In Eng-a-land.

          A          E          D  
This fighting on the streets,
     A          E        D  
Is not my cup of tea.
         A          E          D  
We throw away the keys,
        A              E       D  
In Eng-a-land.

                         A     E     D  
Baby it's my thing.
                           A              E    D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.
                          A        E          D  
Baby it's my thing.
                          A               E    D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.

Bm/D                                          A  
I say, I say, I say, I say, Good Chap!
   Bm                                                                A
I take what I want and I don't give nothing back!
Bm/D                                       A                    
I say, I say, I say, I say, You Lost!
Bm/D
Cover your hole, you deserve just what you got!

                        A          E          D  
Baby it's my fate.
                          A               E       D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.
                        A          E          D  
Baby kiss my ring.
                          A               E       D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.

                          A        E        D  
Baby catch my face.
                           A               E      D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.
                       A       E       D  
Baby it's my fate.                                               
                          A                E      D  
I'm the king of Eng-a-land.                                


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Land Of Ice




Intro: A   D   A      D   A   D   E   F#m7  A   E   F#m

   A    D        A                                                 A            D            A
All I want is you                                              Who can find our way?
            D         A                                                          D        A
In this land of ice                                             In this land of ice
  D            E                           F#m7                 D            E                   F#m
Keep my heart in your picture frame                  Turn the music way up loud
    A               E      F#m                                     A                E      F#m7
Through the wild night                                     Through the wild night
     

   A    D        A                                                   E                                     F#m7
All I see is you                                                 All the boys from Kensingtown
            D         A                                                Bm
In this land of ice                                             Are rolling on the ground 
  D            E             F#m7                                E                                       F#m7
Keep the fire burning strong                              You can hear the rattle of the dice
    A               E      F#m                                   E      F#m7
Through the wild night                                      In the land of ice

                                                                      A  D  A     D  A  D  E   F#m7  A   E   F#m
                                                                       (bridge)

  E                                                                    E                           F#m
All the girls from Frisco town                             All the girls from Frisco town
  F#m
They all go down, down, down                          They all go down, down, down
  E                                           F#m                    E                                        F#m
Colored lights they make a paradise                     Colored lights they make a paradise
  E       F#m                                                        E        F#m       E     A     E     A
In the land of ice                                               In the land of ice
     
                                                                          E          A         E         A
                                                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
                                                                          E          A         E         A
                                                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
                                                                          E          A         E          A
                                                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
                                                                          E          A         E          A
                                                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
        
                                                                           E          A         E          A       E   F#m
                                                                        
Words and music by Robert Hazard © 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Little Brother



                     (Intro):   F#m7/A
F#m7/A
The music is free, little brother
D
Take it from me, little brother
F#m7/A                      A                     D/Bm7
There's a road that's winding through the night.
D                       D7              D
You can feel the city's burning lights.

E                            A/F#m7                  D
There's a woman in a bright red dress for you, little brother.
E                            A/F#m7                      D
She ain't nothing like her mother, but she's true, little brother
        Bm7             A                                         D     A     D
I'm talkin' to you, little brother___________.

F#m7/A
You can take the car, little brother.
D
Take my old guitar, little brother.
         F#m7/A          A                          D
There's a bar on the corner of Third and South.
D7                                 A                        D
Where you talk with your fingers not your mouth.

E                             A/F#m7                   D
There's a woman in a bright red dress for you, little brother.
E                                 F#m7                                          D
She ain't nothing like her mother, but she'll show you what to do, little brother
        Bm7       A                   Bm7       A       D
I'm talkin' to you, little brother. 
        Bm7       A                               D     A     D
I'm talkin' to you, little brother. 

Bm7                    A/F#m7             F#m
We were born to knock around, and rock around_________.
          Bm7               A/F#m7           F#m
Gotta shake off that catholic schoolin' joke.
      Bm7                A/F#m7             F#m
We were born to knock around, and rock around_________.
                       A              D               E
Let me show you how they walk…and talk.
                        A/F#m7                  D        A/F#m7                   D
I'm talkin' to you, little brother.

    A             
Look into the stars, little brother.
   D
Don't look too far, little brother.
F#m7/Dbm7    E                         D   
Don't let them try and push you 'round.

F#m7/Dbm7             E                         D   
When you're down they try to burn you out.
         E                A/F#m7               D
And just remember in everything you do, little brother
       E                    A/F#m7         D
I love you and I'm watchin' over you, little brother
        Bm7       A/F#m7                    D       A       D
I'm talkin' to you, little brother.
                           Bm7                         D     F#m     D
I'm walkin' with you, little brother
                                    A             D          F#m7      D
I'm talkin' to you_______

                        F#m7                    D       A       D
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…
     D         A            F#m7     A     F#m7     (repeat and fade)      
Little brother.


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Lookin’ For Love




(Intro):  B    E

                          B                                    E
I'm lookin' for love……for something complete
                              B                                                       E
I'm lookin' in the clouds above and in the gutter on the street

                           A                               E       Dbm7/C/F#
I'm prayin' for rain, and the rainbow, too
   Am                                     B                                   E
I'm waitin' for lighting to strike me and who knows who

                      B                          E
I'm takin' a train down to Baltimore
                           B                                                  E
I'm tellin' my aches and pains I ain't gonna take anymore

                 A                                      E         Dbm7
I know a spot…where the band's always hot
                   C/Am                               B                             E
I'm gonna dance with my dream girl even if she's really not

              E                                           Em
I ain't lookin' to sign papers, cramp anybody's style
             Dbm/Dbm7                             Dbm7/Db7
I don't wanna cause you vapors, I just wanna see you smile
F#/A         B/A                  E
Oh, love, I'm lookin' for you

                        B                                    E
I'm ridin' the range……on my old appaloosa
             B                                                                E
I might wind up in chains……or hangin' from a noose

                      A                                        E    Dbm7/F#
I'm roundin' up all my old-time used-to-be's
   Am                                   B                               E
Wonderin' if anybody out there still remembers me

                      B                                     E
The carnival lights are dimmin' way down
                         B                                                       E
And all of the stars from last night are layin' on the ground

                      A                                                    E      Dbm7/F#
But nothin' come true……but I keep takin' the bait
   Am                                            B                              E
'Cause I know tomorrow or the next day is gonna be great

       E                                   Em
Now if I had to pick her out, cold from a line,
Dbm/Dbm7                                      Dbm7/Db7
Man , I wouldn't know which one's supposed to be mine
F#/A         B/A                  E
Oh, love, I'm lookin' for you

B   E   B   E   A  E   Dbm7   Am   A  E
(Bridge/solo)

                          B                                   E
I'm lookin' for love……I got nothin' to lose
                          B                                                  E
I'm looking around in fancy cars and clothes and booze

                          A                                 E      Dbm7
But someday I know when I find something true
   Am                                  B                                            E
I guess when it's the real thing you know exactly what to do

         Am                         B
I'm lookin' for love, oh love
                          E
I'm lookin' for you…………Aww, go on!

B     E    B    E    A    E    Dbm7    Am    A   E
(guitar solo)


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Lonely Too



(Intro):
A/F#m7   D/Bm7    A/F#m7   D/Bm7   A/F#m7   D/Bm7   A/F#m7   D/Bm7  

A/F#m7      E   A
I'm lonely too,                                                        Until we meet I'm lonely too.
                               D/Bm7       D
Like a prisoner in the dark.                                     Until we meet I'm lonely too.
                                  A/F#m7                                             A
No face looking back at me.                                    I'm lonely too.

A/F#m7                                                                                 D
I'm lonely too.                                                         I'm lonely too.
                          D/Bm7                                                         A
Like a shooting star,                                                I'm lonely too.
                                           A/F#m7                                  D     A     D     A        
Don't know who's shootin' back at me.                      I'm lonely too________________.
                                                                                                   (repeat and fade)
A/F#m7      D/Bm7
I know what you're going through.
A/F#m7
I know you're out there somewhere.
A/F#m7     D/Bm7
I walk the same streets you do.
A/F#m7                         A     D     A     D
Until we meet I'm lonely too.

A/F#m7                                D/Bm7
There's no way out, living this dream,
                                       A/F#m7
That has no way of coming true.

A/F#m7                               D/Bm7
There's no way out, there's no escape,
                                           A
For hungry souls like me and you.

   A      D
I know what you're going through.
A
I know you're out there somewhere.
A                D
I dream the same dreams you dream.
A/F#m7                                        A
Until we meet I'm lonely too.

A                                                     D
These eyes got all the people cryin' in misery.
A              D
Until you walk in my door,
A                                           D
There's nothing there I want to see.
E                                 A      D     A      D
Until we meet I'm lonely too.

A/F#m/F#m7                     D
I taste the tears, I feel your fears.
                                      A
I hear your laughter in the rain.
A/F#m7                             D
I sense the heat, I feel your skin.
                                                     A/F#m7
The blood that's running through your veins.

A           D
I know what you're going through.
A
I know you're out there somewhere.                         
A/F#m7     D
I walk the same streets you do.                                 
A/F#m7                             A  
Until we meet I'm going through.


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Love’s On Fire



Intro: Ab  Bbm  Ab  Eb  Ab  Bbm  Ab   Eb Ab  Bbm  Ab  Eb  Ab  Bbm  Ab  Eb

Ab                              Fm
Come clean with me about what you're afraid of
   Bbm                      Eb
I don't believe in never wanting love
   Ab                         Fm
You say you like it, you say it's alright
         Bbm                  Eb
But I saw you crying alone last night

                 Fm                        Bbm
Take my hand and take your turn
                    Ab                                  Eb
There's a chance that you won't get hurt
              Fm                          Bbm
Take a heart that you can't return
                 Ab                     Eb         Ab       Bbm
Love's on fire but it don't burn

  Ab                                Fm
You're not the first one who's been down hearted
   Bbm                            Eb
Remember when I was shook up and torn apart
    Ab                         Fm
I know abandon and how it hurts you
  Bbm                                    Eb
When your heart's breaking it hurts me too

                Fm                         Bbm   
Take my hand and take your turn
                Ab                                     Eb
There's a chance that you won't get hurt
             Fm                           Bbm
Take a heart that you can't return
                   Ab                    Eb        Bbm     Cm
Love's on fire but it don't burn
Cm    Fm                         Bbm
Aw, come with me baby
                Cm                   Fm
You will see what good love
                     Eb
Love can be

                 Fm  Bbm               Ab   Eb                Fm  Bbm               Ab    Eb
Love's on fire……love's on fire……love's on fire……love's on fire

Ab  Bbm  Ab  Eb  Ab  Bbm  Ab   Eb Ab  Bbm      (bridge)

Ab                                  Fm 
You're not the first one who's been down hearted
Bbm                               Eb
Remember when I was shook up and torn apart
Ab                             Fm 
I know abandon and how it hurts you
  Bbm                                    Eb
When your heart's breaking it hurts me too

                Fm                         Bbm   
Take my hand and take your turn
                Ab                                     Eb
There's a chance that you won't get hurt
                Fm                         Bbm   
Take a heart that you can't return
                Ab                      Eb
Love's on fire but it don't burn
                Fm                         Bbm   
Take my hand and take your turn
                Ab                                     Eb
There's a chance that you won't get hurt
                Fm                         Bbm   
Take a heart that you can't return
                Ab                      Eb
Love's on fire but it don't burn

                        Ab    Bbm    Ab    Eb 
Love's on fire
                                 Ab           Bbm 
Hey, hey, hey, hey________!
  Ab                                Eb 
Hey, hey, hey________!
                  Ab     Bbm     Ab     Eb 
Love's on fire
                         Ab        Bbm                      Ab                      Eb 
Hey, hey, hey, hey!……………Hey, hey, hey________!

                 Ab       Bbm      Ab       Eb 
Love's on fire
                                 Ab     Bbm     Ab     Eb 
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Words and music by Tommy Conwell and Robert Hazard
© 1987 CBS Music Inc., Love Thing Music and Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Lucky Hat



(Intro): Db     B/Abm7     Db     B/Abm7

   Db                                           B/Abm7
Daddy said 'son, sit down right here'
    Db                                             B/Abm7
He pulled an old hat down around my ears
   Db                                                          B/Abm7
He made a little crease, looked real fine
   Db
Said now it's yours, boy 'til the end of time

  A                                       B                               Db
I feel a little Southern eye, now I like the way it's at
    A                   B                           Db
From that day on it was my lucky hat

Db                                                        B/Abm7
Once I had a buddy down along the line
  Db                                                 B/Abm7
He said we'd be together 'til the end of time
  Db                                                             B/Abm7
Then one night he went walkin' out the door
      Db
With something on his head he nver should have worn

               A                              B                     Db
The end of a beautiful friendship just like that
      A                                     B                Db
He never should have put on my lucky hat

A                            E
It's well broken in and it fits just right
B                              F#
I'm cool all day, I'm warm at night
A                                      E
I'm never out of style no matter where I'm at
          B                                                Db
I'm always lookin' good in my lucky hat

Db                                                B
Once I had a woman and a bunch of kids
Db                                                        B
Still can't figure what the hell I did

Db                                                          B                                   
Chasin hard liquor for livin' like that
Db                                                       B
With my cheap cigars and my lucky hat

A                              B                          Db
I said you wanna go, go ahead, but leave my lucky hat
             A                               B                 Db
You're never gonna see me without my lucky hat

Db                                                   B
I would be makin' love, or playin' guitar
Db                                                  B
And I played more riffs on a sushi bar
Db                                                B
Shootin' pool and shufflin' cards
Db                                                            B
At a camp town meetin' in the prison yard
    A                            B                      Db
Puttin' on the dog, or puttin' out the cat
A                                     B                               Db
You're never gonna see me without my lucky hat____

  A                         E
Its well broken in and it fits just right
         B                      F#
I'm cool all day and warm at night
A                                               E
I'm never out of style no matter where I'm at
       B                                             Db
I'm always lookin' good in my lucky hat

Db                                                     B
Well, I was blue gill-fishin' when suddenly
Db                                                       B
I didn't have a paddle, I was up a creek
Db
The fish were bitin, they were jumpin' in the boat
Db
My boat went down my hat was gonna float






A                                            B                               Db 
Down on the bottom with the gangsters and the river rats
    A                             B                           Db
But I came up high and dry in my lucky hat
Db                                               B
On the day I perish, on the day I die
Db                                                      B
I'm gonna rise up singin' in the azure sky

Db                                                                 B
Gates are gonna open, the trumpets gonna blow
Db                                                                   B
I'm gonna laugh in the face of the devil down below
                  A                            B                         Db
I'm gonna fly with the politicians and the diplomats
        A                                          B                       Db
I'm gonna go to the promised land in my lucky hat

    A               E
It's well broken in and it fits just right
      B                          F#
I'm cool all day, I'm warm at night
A                                 E
I'm never out of style no matter where I'm at
B                                                      Db
I'm always lookin' good in my lucky hat

Db                         B   Db                               B
Down in Hialeah, I got it on at tee time
Db                               B   Db
I got it made in the shade, in my lucky hat…in my lucky hat

Db
It's my lucky hat…in my lucky hat……
                                F#m7   Abm7   Db
It's my lucky hat

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Man-O-Matic


(Intro): A   F#m     A   F#m     A   F#m     A   F#m    
A   F#m     A   F#m     Bm      E     F    Dm   Dm7

A                                                        F#m
When I'm up in New York City, that town don't feel no pity
A                                                F#m
There's a knockin' at the door, down stairs in the subway stop

D/Bm                    E                                        A/Am                         
If she can't do it, nobody can, she makes me feel like a man
   Em                   F
Man, oh, man…I feel like a man
(Am)                 Dm
She makes me, man-o-matic

    A
When it's all gettin' long-faced and flashin'
  F#m                                            A
That smile is a field of passion, hey, man, now it's all my action
  F#m
Every move a smooth transaction

D/Bm                    E                                        A/Am                         
If she can't do it, nobody can, she makes me feel like a man
   Em                   F
Man-o-matic …I feel like a man
                           Dm
She makes me, man-o-matic
     A                        Em                    F   
I feel like a man… man-o-matic…I feel like a man…
                          Dm
She makes me, man-o-matic, oh

  A                   F#m
Whoa, oh!…Whoa, oh!
  A                   F#m         D/Bm         F
Whoa, oh! Whoa, oh!…Whoa, oh! Whoa, oh!

                         A
She makes me feel like a man
                               Em                          F
I feel like a man…I feel like a man…I feel like a man
  Dm                        A                           Em
I feel like a man…I feel like a man…I feel like a man
E                                                  Dm     A     Em     F
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
                        Dm
She makes me feel like

A                                                        F#m
When I'm up in New York City, that town don't feel no pity
A                                            F#m
There's a hunger at the door, down fifteen stories or more
D/Bm                    E
If she can't do it, nobody can

                         A                         Em
She makes me feel like a man… man-o-matic
   F                                                   Dm
I feel like a man…She makes me, man-o-matic
   Am                      Em 
I feel like a man… man-o-matic
  F                          Dm
I feel like a man… man-o-matic

  A                           Em                          F
I feel like a man…I feel like a man…I feel like a man
  Dm                                              A
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like

                         Em                                   F
She makes me feel like…She makes me feel like
                        Dm
She makes me feel like
                 A                      Em                    F                    Dm 
She makes me, she makes me, she makes me, she makes me
                       A                         Em                                  F
She makes me feel, she makes me feel, she makes me feel like

                        Dm
She makes me feel like…feel like, I feel like
  A                   Em                                     F             Dm
She makes me feel like…she makes me feel like
                        A                          Em          F          Dm
Whoo, ooh!…I feel like a man


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1978 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Melt Down



F#                                              Ab
We've gone much too high……mad men of the new sci-fi

F#                                               Ab                                     F#
Listen to the wind out there…… they say it's the angels cryin'

Dbm7
Don't believe in the printed word
F#                                    Db
Can't put your finger on emotion.
F#m7             Abm7      Db            Dbm
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready in your town?

F#                                                  Ab
Ground-level catch-and-keep……count down, don't go too deep
.
F#                                        Ab                              F#
Green wire turn to red…… now, baby get some sleep

    Dbm7
I believe in my radio
     F#                           Db
I got my finger on emotion 
            F#m                  Db
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready in your town?

F#             Dbm7       F#    
(Bridge)

Ab                                                       F#
Wild dog runnin' and he's skinned alive,

                                                        Dbm7
Mary's in her sky-blue see-through eyes.
                                       Db
Lookin' for a warm bed
                                                 Dbm7
She's hot, but she's out of her head….are you ready?…are you ready?

Are you ready?…Are you ready?

        Am                       F           Db
Are you ready for the sound?…Meltdown
Am7                                               Dbm
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m             Dbm7        DbM    
Are you ready in your town?

  F#                                                   Ab
Count down don't go too deep……your signal's growin' weak

   F#                                                Ab                     F#
Mad men of the new sci-fi……we count electric sheep

Dbm7
Don't believe in the printed word
F#m/F#                                  Db
You got your finger on emotion.
F#m                             Db    
Are you ready for the sound?…Meltdown

F#                         F#m      Db    
Are you ready for the sound? ……Meltdown
F#m7             Abm7      Db       F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready in your town?…Are you ready in your town?

F#m7             Abm7      Db    
Are you ready? Are you really?

Db/F#                  F#m7              Db              F#m7
Emotion……Emotion ……Emotion……Emotion…Meltdown

F#m7                   Abm7           Db    
Are you ready in your town?


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Miami Beach


  

(Intro):   Am    C    Am    C    Am

   C                                     Am
This workin' day goes on and on
   C                                           Am
These winter nights are much too long
   C                                  Am
But when the sun begins to rise
   C                                  Am
I'll be there looking in your eyes.
                F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                F                                          C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                F                                          C         Am   Am7
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach

   C                             Am
I'm all tied up I can't get off
   C/Am7                       C
But soon I'm gonna get enough
   C                                Am
And then I'll drive that big white car
   C                   Am7                 Am
Right down the freeway to your heart.

                 F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                 F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                 F                                           C         Am     Am7
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach

(Saxophone solo):  Am    C         Am   C   Am

   C                         Am
And when the sun begins to fly
   C                             A    Am
Your diamond ring is gonna shine
                 F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                 F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                 F                                           C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach

C     Am   F   C   Am  F
Hold on tight, to your life

   C                                    Am    Am7
And when the sun is sinkin' down
   C                                    Am     Am7
We're gonna go out on this town

              F                                              C         Am
And I'm running down Mi- Mi-,… Miami Beach
              F                                              C         Am
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
              F                                              C         Am      Am7
And I'm running down Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach

Am           C                          Am
I'm gonna drive that big white car
Am                  C                       Am         C     Am
Right down the freeway to your heart.

                 Am         C          Am7  
Miami Beach…Mi-, Mi-, Mi-,…Miami Beach
                 Am         C          Am7  
Miami Beach…Mi-, Mi-, Mi-,… Mi-, Mi-, Mi-,…
                 Am         C          Am7  
Miami Beach…Mi-, Mi-, Mi-,… Mi-, Mi-, Mi-,…(repeat and fade)

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Mirror on the Ceiling


(Intro): Ebm    F#7/F#    Ebm7/Ebm    F#7/F#  

F#/F#7                           Ebm/Ebm7    F#/F#7               Ebm/Ebm7
She walked under the streetlights……tryin' to make a dollar
F#/F#7                           Ebm             Bbm                          Ebm7
She kept her French boudoir ………..above the old pool parlor

   B                          Ebm            B                    F#
I dug down in my jeans………came up with a buck
Dbm                         Ebm      B                        D/Ebm                      
She said let's make it fast……so I followed her on up

Bbm            B          Bbm                          Db
I was just a kid……with all my senses reelin'
          B                   Ebm7           Db                  Ebm 
She said I hope you like……my mirror on the ceiling

B    F#     Db    Bbm    B     Ebm

Bbm/F#7                       Ebm        Bbm/F#7                       Ebm
She said my name was Johnny……she said her name was Lucy
Bbm/F#7                       Ebm     Bbm/F#7                       Ebm
She told me what I'd want……as if somehow she knew me

B                                 Ebm       B                             F#
And all that she left on……was just a lacy little thing
Db                      Ebmb7     B                             Ebm/Ebm7   Bbm
And all I had to do……….was pull on the little string

   Bbm                  Ebm         Db               
Lay me down so kind…… it almost felt like stealin'
    B                 Ebm            Dbm                                           
Then I fell in love………..with her mirror on the ceiling

          Ebm     B     F#     Db     Ebm

Bbm/F#7                       Ebm           Bbm/F#7                       Ebm
Her hands were moving slowly……made my heart beat faster
Bbm/F#7                       Ebm        Bbm/F#7              Ebm/Ebm7
She knew just where to go……….I just followed after

B                            Ebm        B                                     F#
The room began to spin……my world turned upside down
   Db                       Ebm       B                             Bbm
She took me up so high……I never touched the ground

  F#                        Ebm7     F#                 Db
And then I just let go……riding in the feelin'
    B                      Ebm       Db                           Ebm
I let them angels fly……..in the mirror on the ceiling

B     F#     Db    Ebm
(Bridge)

Bbm/F#7                       Ebm        Bbm/F#7                 Ebm
But now I've got a wife…………and lots of pretty children
Bbm/F#7                       Ebm    Bbm/F#7                       Ebm
They light my restless nights……and almost all fulfilling

    B                             Ebm         B                                 Bbm7/Bbm
But when my demons come……and there's no place to hide
   Db                       Ebm             B                            Ebm
There's no place to run…………nothin' is feelin' right

    F#                    B       F#                                         Db
I still have the hurt……for all those things we're healing
    B                Ebm       Db                             Ebm/Ebm7  
Then I find myself……in the mirror on the ceiling

B                           F#         Db
And then I just let go……riding with the feelin'
  B                      Ebm7     Db                           Ebm7
Let them angels fly………in the mirror on the ceiling

B                                    F#
Mmm_____mmm____mmm____
Db                                             Ebm/Ebm7
Mmm_____mmm____mmm____


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Neon Blue



(Intro):  G    D    G    D    G

    G            D                C
Lights are moving in the sky.
    G       D                           C  
Electric thoughts are in your eyes.
   G              D                        C
On feet that never touch the ground.
G           D       C
I'm with you tonight.

   G       D              C   
Neon Blue don't be shy.
  G           D                    C
Show the color that you wear.
G            D               C
In your head, in your eyes.
Am               Bm    C         G      D
I need (you), Neon Blue.

   G                         D         C  
Lead me up in to this empty street,
  G            D                  C
One last kiss, we'll call it sweet.
G           D             C
We've been nothing left.
G                 D            C
Nothing left, that's all I need.

   G       D             C   
Neon Blue don't be shy.
   G          D                   C   
Show the color that you wear.
   G       D                 C   
In your head, in your eyes.
Am   Bm     C       Am   C     G   D   C
I see Neon Blue, I see Neon Blue.

G      D      C     G     D     C     Am     Bm    C
(Bridge/Instrumental)

   G       D                 C   
As the sun begins to crawl.
   G       D               C   
As the city starts to fall.
   G         D                     C   
And she strays before my eyes.
   G       D        C   
I don't care if I live or if I die.

   G            D          C   
Neon Blue don't be shy.
   G          D                  C   
Show the color that you wear.
G            D                C   
In your head, in your eyes.

   Am    Bm   C
I love Neon Blue.
  Am     C     G         Bm     G
I love Neon Blue.    
Am   C   G   D    Bm   C    Am    C    Am    G  
I love Neon Blue.  
 


Words and music by Robert Hazard               
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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(I Ain't Never Gonna Crawl) No More


(Intro): G
     
                                                                 C    G
I should have looked, I should have saw
G                  
My nose was bleedin' and my eyes were red
                                                                            C        G
He said 'I think he's drunk, but he might be dead.'

G
He rolled me over and he pinched my tush
                                                    C   
I jumped up and sicced that scum

G
The hometown crowd was gatherin' 'round
                                                                         C        G
They helped me up, and they tied me down 

G
The sun was shinin' up when they were drivin' me home
                                                                          C         G
The radio was playin'"Like a Rolling Stone"

  D                                                     C
Now I don't know what's goin' on, I'm just tryin' to cross along
      G                                           C                                           G    C 
And get my key into the door, I ain't never gonna crawl no more

G
There's an angry woman waitin' in my door
                                               C
I swear I seen her face before
G
She knocked me over and she pulled a knife
                                           C      G
I recognized her-it's my wife

G
I said 'I should have met you when we left the mall'
                                                                      C    G
That's when she kicked me…in the balls

G                                                                                                                                C
Her daddy said he's gonna fix me good, he said he'd never lie to me, never would

G                                                       C
Now I don't know what's goin' on, I'm just tryin' to get along
G                                              C                                                 G
Pick myself up off the floor, I ain't never gonna fall in love no more

                 C              G             C
G                                                                                                                    C
I'm on a Harley burnin' up the road, its wheels on fire and it might explode
G                                                                                                            C
My hair is flyin' like a rebel flag, I got sewer rats in my saddle bags

G                                                                                                            C     
Got a rollin' thunder in my hands I'm a tattooed mountain…of a man
G                                                                                                                       C
Got cocaine runnin' all around my head, spit on a frog and I killed him dead

G                                                                                                                        C
Now I'm back in my office in a business suit, my secretary thinks I'm awful cute
G                                                                                                                C/C7/G
Saturday morning me and all my friends can't wait to get back on the road again 

     D                                          C
I don't know what's goin' on, I'm just tryin' to belong
    G                                                    C7
Some day I'm walkin' out that door and I ain't never comin' back no more
                                           
       C             G            C

G                                                                                                       C
Mary, Mary, mother of God, I'm standin' here like a lightning rod
                                                                                                                  C7/C/G
Strike me down for all the deeds I've done, I swear I'll never hurt anyone, again

G                                                                                              C
Mary, Mary, full of grace, tears are runnin' down my face
G                                                                                                    C7/C/G
That boy he's crawlin' in the mud, he must have drank that wine

And turned into blood

G
Next time you'll see me on the Silver Streak
                                                                                  C
They say he left too soon and he came back too late

         D                                              C
Now I don't know what's goin' on, I'm just tryin' to sing my song
        G                                              C                                          G    C
And get my foot in to the door, but I ain't never gonna crawl no more
     G           C             G
No more………..No more


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Nothing Sacred



(Intro): G    D    Bm7/G7    G    D    Bm/G7

G                  A               C7           G
This twisted fading soul undone.
    G                 A                         C7         G
When all your streets are burning bright.
    A              G
Can't shade it out.
  A             G                  A
This iron cross we drag around.
G              A                  D            A      G       D      A
Nothing's sacred in this town.

G            A                 D            G
Children playing in the park.
G        D                 Bm        G
Every bullet finds a mark.
   A              G
Tears come fast,
   A                 G
Like breaking glass
                      A
Without a sound____________.

   G           A               D  
Nothing sacred in this town.
   G           A          G 
Nothing sacred out here.
   G           A            G 
But the violence and fear.
                   A                         G
Nothing's lost when nothing's found.
                 A                    C
Nothing sacred in this town_________.

                D          A        G
(Bridge/Instrumental)

                                 D                 A
Nothing sacred______________.
                                          D           A       G
Nothing sacred in this town.
                                          D          A        G
Nothing sacred______________.

   A            G                              A
Out on the line good friends have died.
              G                       A
One at a time we're goin' down_________.
   G               A                      G
Nothing's sacred out here.
   G          A             G
But the violence and fear.
   G             A                                         G
Nothing's lost when nothing's found.
                  A              C           D          A
Nothing sacred in this town.

G                                D            A
Nothing sacred in this town.
G                                C           D
Nothing sacred in this town.


Words and  music by Robert Hazard
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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One Night At A Time




(Intro):   E    D    Bm    E    D    Bm    E    D    Bm    E    D    Bm

   E                              D           (A)    Bm                                       D     A            E
I got some colors I want you to see.                                             One night at a time.
   E                          D    Bm                                                            D     A              E
On a hot summer night.                                                                 One trip on the border line.
   E                             D                (A) Bm                                       D     A            E
I got some people I want you to meet.                                          One night at a time,
   E                          D    Bm                                                             D                     D
In lithe black and white.                                                                 Night at a time____.

                                                                                                       One night at a time.
   E                                  D             (A)   Bm   
Don't worry about the things you hear,
   E                                    D           Bm                                            D     A            E
Don't worry about your silly fears.                                               One night at a time.
   E                                   D                      A                                     D    A                E
Don't worry about the littleness of your life.                                One step on the fault line.
                                                                                                         D     A            E
                                                                                                       One night at a time,
                 D      A           E                                                                                       D
Take it…one night at a time.                                                          Night at a time____.
              D     A                E                                                              F#                          E   D   Bm  E   D       
Take…one walk on the fault line.                                                  One night at a time.
   D     A            E
One night at a time,
   D                                                                                                     Bm           E        D      Bm    E     D 
Night at a time.                                                                                Night at a time_______.
  F#                   E   D   A   E   D   A   E                                             Bm                 E     D
One night at a time.                                                                         One night at a time.
                                                                                                           Bm           E        D      Bm    E     D  
                                                                                                         Night at a time.
   E                               D          Bm                                                  Bm
Little Sophie, she's a doe-eyed doll.                                                One night at a time.
   E                             D      Bm
Margo's dancin' in a cage.
   E                                     D             Bm
Jackie's breakin' through drug store walls,
   E                          D          Bm
He's on the latest craze.

   E                             D        Bm
Forget about your wedding rings,
   E                           D    Bm
Forget about your petty sins.
   E                        D                               A
Forget about a tender little kiss goodnight,

                 D     A            E
Take it…one night at a time.
   D     A              E
One slip on the border line.
   D     A            E
One night at a time,
                          D    
Night at a time.
F#                      E
One night at a time.

E  B  E  B  E  B  E  B  E  B  E  B  E  B  E  B 
¼  ¾  ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾ ¼  ¾
(repeat four times)
(Bridge/Instumental)

[Rap]: A garden of delights in a city of dreams
           Now you're walkin' through Big Blue
           Wild in Saks Fifth Avenue
           After hours in the Valium scene
                                            D
           Take anything you want
           White diamonds and leather tights
           If mommy and daddy saw you tonight
           Never to light yourself on fire
           Never to walk, never desire
           Eyes like a window of a Cadillac
           You can't see in, so don't look back! 

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Open My Heart




(Intro):  A    F#m    G    D    A

   A                     F#m   
Open my heart, take a look
G                             D     A
It's all there before you…an open book
   A                       F#m                   G
It's nothin' scary…to make you cry
                    D      A
It's a true story… I tell no lies

                     G                      D          A        F#m   G
So if you want this love affair to start….
            D             A
Baby, open up my heart

   A                                 F#m
This moment is fleeting… and movin' fast
G                 D         A             
You've got to take it …and make it last
   A                                F#m                              
These kisses are perfect, like birds on the wing
G                 D         A             
You've got to listen, to hear them sing



                   G                      D          A        F#m   G        
So if you want this love affair to start….
            D                A
Baby, open up my heart

                    G          D
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
                   A             F#m
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
                   G       D        A
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)

   A                  F#m                   G
Open my heart…it's Christmas Eve
                          D        A
To see what's inside...you must believe
   A                                            F#m                   G
These teardrops are diamonds, and laughter is gold
                        D             A
Go ahead and touch it …take all you can hold

                   G                  D          A        F#m   G
So if you want this love affair to start….
            D               A
Baby, open up my heart

                   G                  D          A        F#m   G
So if you want this love affair to start….
            D             A
Baby, open my heart

                     G            D
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
                           A            F#m
Baby, open my heart
                     G
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)

                              D                   A
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                 
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
  G                       D           A
Yeah, yeah, yeah
  G                 D              A
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
  G                D           A/F#m
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh_________!)
  G                       D           A           (repeat and fade)

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Out Of It



(Intro): Em       Em7    G     Em    Em7    G
              w        h       h      w        h       h

Em                                                                     G
My baby won't dance on television, my baby she's shy, shy, shy.
Em                                                                      A     G
My baby won't dance on television, my baby won't even try

Em
Hey, DJ, what's wrong with my baby?
                                        A
She don't want to shimmy shake it on down.
Em
Hey, DJ, what's wrong with my baby?
                 A                               D
She don't want to be famous in a minute and a half.

              Em            Em7   D
In the modern world…she's out of it.
Em                     Em7  D
Small town girl…she's out of it.
(Em)                    Em    D
Permanent curls…she's out of it.
  D
She's out of it.

Em                                                                     G         A
My baby won't move to California, my baby stays high and dry.
Em                                                                    A         G
My baby won't move to California, my baby she's got no drive
Em
Hey, daddy, what's wrong with your daughter?
                                   A
Don't you want faux fur in a limousine?
Em
Hey, mommy, what's wrong with your baby?
       A                                      D
She could have been a big smash on the silver screen.

Em                           Em7   D
In the modern world…she's out of it.
Em                    Em7  D
Small town girl…she's out of it.
Em                     Em7  D
Permanent curls…she's out of it.
(Em7)
She's out of it.

Em   Em7   Em   G   Em   Em7   Em   G   Em   Em7   Em   G   Em   Em7   Em   G
                          (Bridge/Instumental)
Em
My baby won't wear no rubber jumper,
                             G
My baby she can't stand in the sun.
Em
My baby won't wear no rubber jumper,
A                   D
My baby's no fun, fun, fun.

Em                            Em7  D
In the modern world…she's out of it.
Em                    Em7  D
Small town girl…she's out of it.
Em                      Em7  D
Permanent curls…she's out of it…she's out of it.

          Em                         Em7     D
In the whole wide world…she's out of it.
Em                     Em7  D
Small town girl…she's out of it.
Em                      Em7  D
Permanent curls…she's out of it……………she's out of it.

Em   Em7   Em   G   Em   Em7   Em   G (repeat four times and fade)

Words
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Out of the Blue



(Intro): Ab    Eb    Db   Ab    Eb    Db   Ab    Eb    Db   Ab    Eb    Db       

Ab                Eb                   Db
Out on the street, all of you trouble boys
Ab                Eb                                  Db
You're all alone now, you got to make your choice

  Ab      Fm7               Db    Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue, yo-oh out of the blue
  Ab      Fm7               Db    Fm7                   Db
Yo-oh out of the blue, yo-oh out of the blue…back to nowhere.

  Ab                     Eb    Db
We got a chance now, times will be changin' fast
  Ab                  Eb                  Db
Open your eyes, let's show 'em our better half

  Ab              Eb                         Db
You were on top, yeah, you were the golden boy,
   Ab                      Eb                  Db
But when you went down nobody made a noise
   Ab   Fm7                Db   Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue, yo-oh out of the blue
   Ab   Fm7                  Db   Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue yo-oh out of the blue
   Db  
Yo-oh out of the blue…back to nowhere

     Ab    Eb    Db   Ab    Eb    Db   (Bridge)

Get 'em up boys!

     Ab    Eb    Db   Ab    Eb    Db  

   Ab   Fm7                     Db   Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue… yo-oh out of the blue
   Ab   Fm7                     Db   Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue… yo-oh out of the blue
   Db  
Yo-oh out of the blue…back to nowhere

  Ab             Eb                                     Db
Hudson and Ford they never steered you wrong.
  Bm7/Ab          Eb                           Db
Gilbert and Sullivan sold you another song

  Ab             Eb                         Bb
You want to win, you got to play their games
Ab                   Eb                              Bb
'Cause when you go, kid, you're gonna walk…just like you came.

   Ab   Fm7                 Db   Fm7
Yo-oh out of the blue, yo-oh out of the blue,
   Ab   Fm7                 Db   Fm7                   Db
Yo-oh out of the blue, yo-oh out of the blue,
  A         Eb        Db      A         Eb        Db
Yo-oh! Yo-oh! Yo-oh! Yo-oh! Yo-oh! Yo-oh! Yo-oh!

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Outside Lookin’ In (instrumental)




w    w      h      h      h       w    w    h        h      h
A    A    Am    Gm    E       A    A    Am    Gm    E    

w    w     h       h      h       w   w      h        h     h
A    A    Am    Gm    E       A    A    Am    Gm    E    

w      w      h     h          7/8    1/8    w     w      h      h     w
C     Em     G    Dm     Am/C  (G)    C     Em    C    Gm    E   

w    w     h       h      h       w    w     h       h      h
A    A    Am    Gm    E       A    A    Am    Gm    E    

w      w      h     h          7/8    1/8    w     w      h      h     w
C     Em     G    Dm     Am/C  (G)    C     Em    C    Gm    E



Words and music by Robert Hazard
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Perfection




(Intro):  D    C    Am    C    D    Am    D    C    Am    C

   D
Everybody wants to walk with my baby
   C
She knows how to move real slow
   Am
She runs with the queens and gypsies
  C/Em
She's an ideal model role

                 D       C/Am  Em      D         C/Am  Em
She's perfection…………….in design
                 D                 C                  Em
She's perfection…………on the dance line

   D
Everybody wants to talk to my baby
  C
I don't know where she's from
  Am
She's frenchy with the Navy
  C
She's sweet with the China men

                 D       C/Am  Em     D         C/Am  Em
She's perfection…………….in design
                 D           C/Am       Em      D     C    Am           C   Em
She's perfection…on the dance line…………..perfection
     D                                            C
Perfection…………perfection in design
   Am                                         C     Em     D
Perfection…………on the dance line

   D
She got made in the clapping of thunder
   C
Gets high but she's really deep
  Am
Sometimes she makes me wonder
  C                              Em
How to keep her


                 D       C/Am  Em        D         C/Am  Em
She's perfection……………..in design
                 D            C/Am  Em        D       C       Am             C/Em
She's perfection…on the dance line……………. Perfection

(bridge)       D       C      Am     C/Am

      D                                          C
Perfection…………perfection in design
            Am                                        C      Em
Perfection…….…………on the dance line

                 D       C/Am  Em        D          C      Em            
She's perfection……………..in design               
              D
She's perfection…………on the dance line

   Em                                            D
On the dance line


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Pretty Little Thing




(Intro):  A      E    Db7    D     A    E    Db7    D     A   E   A    E   
             w    ¾     5/4     w    w    w    ¾       5/4   w   w   w    ¾ 

A                                           E                                                                
Keep your head on straight and stand up proud
  D                    A
Don't hesitate to walk on clouds
                E                            Db7                     D
You can make it on this planet, you can make it anywhere
A                                E                           A
So do all the things they say you should never dare

   A                                         E               Db7
Can you hit the mark and make a grown man cry
                  D                            A
With your poisoned dart and your eagle eye
            E                            Db7                     D
Did they break your spirit and tame your hunter's soul
            A                           E                      A
Did they get you addicted to lust and lies and gold

  A
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
  Bm/Bm7                  A
Give me a ring on the telephone
             E                               Db7                        D
You can call me your daddy with pretty please sugar on top
       A                              E                        F#m7/A
Anything in the world you want you know you got

   A                   E               Db7
Does your mama roam in a limousine?
            D                         A
Is she hard as stone? Is she cold and mean?
            E                       Db7               D
Did she tell you the facts of life, or a fairy tale?
              A                E                      A
Did she lock you up, or get you out on bail?

  A                        E             Db7
Corrina, baby, did I make you cry?
         D                             A
Did I put those tears in your big brown eyes?
          E                 Db7                              D
I was only a kid myself when you came on the scene
              A                   E                               A/F#
It was a miracle then but now it just seems like a dream

  A
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
   Bm                          A
Give me a ring on the telephone
           E                        Db7                        D
You can call me baby with pretty please sugar on top
      A                             E                         A
Anything in the world you want you know you got

Bm     Dm     A     E     A     E
(bridge)

           A                                   E         Db7
Now you've got your man and you live in town
      Bm        D               A
He does the best he can but if he lets you down
        E                        Db7                                  D
I'll light him on fire and shoot him like a dog at your feet
       A                                   E                               A
He thinks I'm only jokin' but he stays on his side of the street

  A                                      E            Db7
You would do anything you would go anywhere
    Bm          D                          A
To get away from the sting of the salty air
       E                                      Db7                                 D
You know back in Jersey they still talk about the things you did
                        A
Well, you're a grown woman now
                   E
But I still love you like when you was a kid

A
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
D/Bm                            A
Give me a ring on the telephone
               E                              Db7                       D
You can call me your daddy with pretty please sugar on top
      A                              E                              A
Anything in the world you want you know you got_____

Bm    Dm    A    E    A    E      

Dm  A    E    Db7    D    A    E    Db7    D

A     E     A     E     A     E     A

Words and music by Robert Hazard       © 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Rag



          w    h     h     w    w
Intro:  A    D     A     E    A

   A                                                                     A
My daddy played the flattop                               I had a girl in 'Frisco
  D                              A                                           D                      A
My mother loved to dance                                 She wore a dress of red
       E                                                                   E
I'll get a girl like her                                          I gave her all my money
        A                                                                     A
If I ever get the chance                                     She took me home to bed

   A                                                                             A    
Ev'ry girl I'd meet                                             But the only dance she did
               D                          A                                        D                      A
They just leave me sick and sad                          Was the San Francisco Shag
                E                             A                                      E                           A    E    D   A
They're steppin' all over my rag                          Then she stepped all over my rag

   A                                                                     A     
Been all around this country                               Here comes Miss Mississippi
  D                   A                                                      D                 A
Lookin' for a girl                                               She's bustin' into town
           E                                                                E
'Cause if you wanna dance                                 Spendin' all her money
                   A                                                     A
You need a partner in this world                         Makin' all the rounds
        A                                                                   A     
But they just break my heart                               Sit down now, pretty lady
               D                    A                                 D                                 A
Before I even drop my bags                               'Cause you're all pull and brag
                       E                       A   E   D   A                          E                             A  
And they're steppin' all over my rag                     (And you're) steppin' all over my rag
   A                                                                                A   
I met a preacher's daughter                                I know someday I'll find her 
           D                       A                                                D                       A
Who never heard the word                                 In some cold backwater town
           E                                                                             E          
She'd fallen out of grace                                    She'll come dancin' through
         A
She was a pretty little bird                                  Them barroom doors
                                                                               A
                                                                       And never touch the ground
        A
She did the Chi-town shimmy 
              D                A                                      A
And she did the Dixie Drag                                 Until I find my honey
                E                       A                                            D                    A
But she stepped all over my rag                           I'm still on that whiskey jag
                                                                                            E                             A
                                                                       And they're steppin' all over my rag
                                                             
                                                                               E        D       A

Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Red Rocket



(Intro): E   A   G   D   E   A   G    D    E   A   G   D   E   A   G    D

  E                           A                                        G       Em        Am 
Got a reading on the situation                             Here it comes now
  G                                D                                  G       Em        Am 
Got the signal and it's A-okay                             Here it comes now
  E                                A                                   G       Em        Am 
Got the number and the new location                  Here it comes now
  G                           D                                                                (Am)
I gotta go now, gotta get away                           Red rocket tonight

                                                                         E   A   G   D   E   A   G    D  
                                                                         E   A   G   D   E   A   G    D   (bridge)

Am  Bm   Em                                                     E                             A  
Hold on tight                                                    Got a reading on the situation
Am  Bm   Em                                                     G                             D  
Red rocket tonight                                            Got the signal and it's A-okay
Am  Bm   Em                                                     E                             A  
Hold on tight                                                    Got the number and the new location
                         Am                                             G                     D
Red rocket tonight                                            I gotta run now, gotta get away

  E                              A                                   Am  Bm  Em    
Little slippers and their shiny faces                     Hold on tight
  G                                  D                              Am  Bm  Em    
They got millions of them, red alert                    Red rocket tonight
  E                         A                                        Am  Bm  Em    
Tiny bodies in their tiny places                           Hold on tight
  G                        D                                                           Am     
Never eat or sleep, baby hit the dirt                    Red rocket tonight


Am  Bm   Em                                                  Am  Bm  Em    
Hold on tight                                                   Hold on tight
Am  Bm   Em                                                  Am  Bm  Em    
Red rocket tonight                                           Red rocket tonight
Am  Bm   Em                                                  Am  Bm  Em    
Hold on tight                                                   Hold on tight
                         Am                                                               Am  Em  D  Em G  C/A
Red rocket tonight                                           Red rocket tonight
  


   
Words and music by Robert Hazard
    © 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Ridin’ High




Intro:    D    G    D    A    D

   D                                                                      D
Cloud of smoke on the mountain                           Cuttin' wood in the mornin'

Cup of rain in my hands                                       Chain saws bringin' 'em down

That river is much too deep                                  Rich folks readin' the New York Times
   G                                                                         G
And dark to understand                                        Out on fair Long Island Sound

   D                                                                      D     
Roll me up in my blanket                                      I miss my cream and my sugar

It's so cold and so damp                                      All that big city noise

Tell that bottle to come back                                 Got an arm 'round my shoulder
   G                                                                         G
Stop runnin' all around the camp                           He's a mean old country boy

            D                A                                                   D               A   
Ridin' high, high, high                                          Ridin' high, high, high
            D                                                                      D
Ridin' high                                                          Ridin' high

   D                                                                      G                              D  
I had a girl in the city                                          Throw a dream on the fire
                                                                         Bm        A            G
Brand new Ford in the stall                                   Let 'em all burn down
                                                                          G                                 D
Up here in the big pines                                        Let the flames take me higher
      G                                                                                                     A          D
A man can feel so small                                       To the place where the lost are found
                                                                               G    D    A    D

  D                                                                     D     
Left the crowd at the courthouse                          She's my constant companion

All my friends back in school                               I hold her tight in my knees

I never did what they said I did                            I couldn't make it without that horse
   G                                                                         G
But I ran off like a fool                                        I'd fall right here and freeze

              D             A                                           D     
Ridin' high, high, high                                          Snowflakes fallin' like feathers
             D
Ridin' high                                                          Layin' deep on the bough

                                                                         We're headin' up country
   G                          D                                                    G
Bluebird singin' beside me                                     Ain't no way to turn back now
  Bm              A            G
Such a lonesome sound  
    G                                     D                                    D                A
Soon that north star will guide me                         Ridin' high, high, high
                                     A             D                             G 
On the trail where the sun goes down                    Ridin' high

     D      G      D     A     D                                             D               A 
(bridge)                                                               Ridin' high, high, high
                                                                                    D
                                                                          Ridin' high


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Route 666



(Intro): Am    G    Am    G    F    C    Am    G    Am    F    C      
             ¾      ¼    ¾     ¼   w    w     ¾      ¼    ¾     h    h  

      Am                      (G)
You take route fifty off of route forty-nine
              F                                 C
Hang a left at the head of the river
      Am                                    
You tunnel through the woods where they turn pitch black
              F                              C
Let the fog roll over your windows

  Am 
Now the eyes in your headlights
    G
They might be a deer
         F                                                     Am
Or some howling thing running the road
                            
You know, somebody could die out here
F                              Am
And nobody would ever know

    C                                    Am
C'mon baby, don't let me down
F                                 C/Am
Way out here in the sticks
C                                G
There ain't another soul around
F/Dm                       (Am)
On Route Six Sixty Six

Am   
They tell stories about demons that fly through the night
Dm                                     Am
On black wings just like eagles

They say there's men that do things down here
          F                          C
That ain't exactly legal




Am
Now I had a buddy and he drove off the road
            F                                     Am
Into a ditch and his truck went down
Am
They searched the swamp and towed out his truck
F                                            Am
But my good buddy was never found

G                                        C/Am
C'mon baby, don't let me down
F                                Am
Way out here in the sticks
C                                  G
Get me over to that interstate
           F/Dm                 Am
Off of Route Six Sixty Six

F                            G
Took a ride in the old Camaro
F                        Am
Bald tire on the right front side
F                                       G
Should have stuck to the straight and narrow
  F                                                       G        Am
Instead of going on this hell-bent ride

Am
There's a house on the lake way back in the woods
                         Dm/F                             Am
Where they're practicing some kind of voodoo
Am
The kids run around with no clothes on
                   Dm/F                                   C/Am
And their little eyes look right through you

Am
Now my foot's to the metal
                                                 Dm/F                    Am/C
But I see the big E shining red on the dashboard light
C/Am                                     Am
I ain't talked to God for a hundred years
       Am/F                              C/Am
But I'm sayin' this prayer tonight


   G                        C/Am
C'mon baby, don't let me down
  F/Dm                       Am
Way out here in the sticks
      C                                         G
I thank heaven for a Seven-Eleven
       F/Dm                     Am
On Route Six Sixty Six

   G                            Am
C'mon baby, don't let me down
   F/Dm                      Am
Way out here in the sticks
C                                       G
Not another livin' soul around
        F/Dm                Am
On Route Six Sixty Six

Am  (G)   (Am)
Six sixty-six
Am  (G)  (Am)
Six sixty-six
Am  (G)   (Am)
Six sixty-six


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2003 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Say Yo!


(Intro):  G     C     Em7/Am     G     C     Em7/Am
              w    ¾      ¼                w     ¾     ¼

  G                                               C          Am
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!

  C                        G              D 
Some people just don't live right
  C                        G               D
Some people stay up all night
  C                               G            D
Always living on the edge of a dream
  C                           G                       D
Some people don't know what that means.
  C                 Am
We have no place to stay.

  G                                                C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                                C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!

  C                                  G        C
Come with me to try to do the town
  C                            G       C
People living in the underground
  C                                  G        D
Somebody wheelin' the ideas lose
  C                             G      D
I see it happen on the TV news
  C                          Am
Down in your town, U.S.A.

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!

G     C     Am/Em7     G     C     Am/Em7 (bridge)

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!

  C                          G            D
Everybody's gonna be a big star
  C                        G              D
Everybody gets a big black car
  C                           G          D
All the kids rockin' on my street
  C                             G               D
They're rockin' to a brand new beat
  C                                            Am
Nobody's gonna make a stink.

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!………..Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am/
Say yo-oh-yo-oh yo-oh!

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Oh-oh!……….Oh-oh!……….Oh-oh!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Oh-oh!         (drum solo)
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Oh-oh____, oh-oh____, oh-oh____,
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Oh-oh____, oh-oh____, oh, oh___________!………..Oh, whoa!

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Yo, oh, oh, oh____!
  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Yo, oh, oh, oh, oh____

  G                                               C          Am/Em7
Say yo!……….Say yo!……….Say yo!   (repeat and fade)

Words and music by Robert Hazard
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Shadow



(Intro):G    Em    G    Em    G    Em    G    C

Em                                              G/D   Em                                       G/D
I don't know where he come from…… the rain was pourin' down
Em                                         G            Em                                     G
I thought I saw a movement………….I though I heard a sound

Em                                         G  Em                                     G
Then I looked behind me……into the howlin' of the wind
Em                                                     G   Em
He was standin' in my footsteps…… right where my feet had been

            C                 G
He's a bad dog, he barks too much
       C                           Em    
He bites the hand that feeds
    C                        D                     Em
Sometimes he's a lot like you and me

            C              G                    C               Em
He's a bad dog, I started out to live this life alone
   C                D                  Em
But shadow followed me home

Em                                 G           Em                               G
He follows me to grocery……he follows me to church
Em                                         G         Em                                    G
He follows me to bed at night…….he'd go through hell or worse

     Em                                    G        Em                                      G
He chewed up all my carpets………he wrecked my happy home
Em                                           G         Em
He sat down in my favorite chair………and said go find your own

            C                G
He's a bad dog, he barks too much
      C                            Em 
He bites the hand that feeds
    C                        D                     Em
Sometimes he's a lot like you and me

            C             G                    C               Em
He's a bad dog, I started out to live this life alone
   C                D                  Em
But shadow followed me home

Em                                         G    Em                        G
I took him down that highway, and chained him to a tree
       Em                                  G     Em                          G
Put fifty miles of blacktop…between that dog and me
Em                                     G   Em                                G
I don't know how he did it…. that night at half past four
Em                                             G     Em
He's out there on my front porch…. Scratchin' at the door

            C                G
He's a bad dog, he barks too much
      C                            Em 
He bites the hand that feeds
   C                        D                     Em
Sometimes he's a lot like you and me

            C                G                    C               Em
He's a bad dog, I started out to live this life alone
   C                D                  Em
But shadow followed me home

Em                                                G    Em                                         G
Sometimes we think we're happy……aometimes we think we're free
Em                                       G       Em                          G
Got ev'rything we wanted……....ev'rything we need

Em                                              G      Em                                  G
But  all the dreams I dreamed of……are shrouded now in doubt
Em                                           G    Em
And the thing I never wanted……I just can't live without

            C                  G
He's a bad dog, he barks too much
      C                            Em 
He bites the hand that feeds
    C                        D                     Em
Sometimes he's a lot like you and me

            C             G                    C               Em
He's a bad dog, I started out to live this life alone
   C                D                  Em           C                D                  Em      C                D                  Em
But shadow followed me home……but shadow followed me home...but shadow followed me home
  C                D                  Em
But shadow followed me home

Words and music by Robert Hazard  © 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Shanty Town



(Intro): C    Am    C    Am     C    Am

C/Am7
The night is young
F/Dm7
And steamin' hot
C
All it needs is some colored lights
Am       E         F
And a double shot
F             G             Am    C/Am7
To get it up on its feet
        F         Em                       Am
It's shakin' down in Shanty Town
          F           C/Am7         F
C/Am7
My girl's so pretty and
F
Dressed so fine
C
Gonna have to get her a stick
Em
And a no trespassing sign
F          Em                    Am      Em
When she's doin' the shimmy
F             Em                     C
Shakin' down in Shanty Town

E
Some say our lifestyle is lewdidity
Am
But down here we got
C                                       F
One hundred percent humidity
Am              Em            Dm    Em             
And even a minister's son
Am             Em    Dm    Em   Am
Can have a little fun
                     Em        Am
Shootin' the devil's gun
Em                       Am      C     Am     C
Down in Shanty Town______
C/Am7
The corner bar
         F
Is no grand saloon
C
Just a gin joint with a juke box
            A                              F
And a paper painted moon
                       G           Am
With all the jitterbugs jumpin'
F                         G               C/Am7
Shakin' down in Shanty Town
              F         C/Am7              F
C/Am7
The sun's comin' up
F
The birds tweet, tweet
C
The cab ride costs a dollar
Em
So we're walkin' down the street
F             G             Am     Em
Church choir girls singin'
F             G                       Am
Shakin' down in Shanty Town

E
All week long

It's the boss and mother-in-law and
           (Em)
I'm so over emotional
Am          Eb
Come Saturday night
                                                 Db
Me and the wife were just devotional

Am         E                 Am     Em
Makin' love all we can
Am        Em          Am       Em
Under a lazy fan
Am            Em         Am
Eatin' our eggs and ham
Em                       Am     Em     Am     Em
Down in Shanty Town

C/Am7
The night is young
F
And so are we
C
The landlord needs his money
Em
But all the stars are free

F/Dm      Em             Am       Em     Am     Em     Am     Em
We're standin' our ground
Am      Em             Am       Em    
Watchin' the sun go down
F             G         Em                 Am    Em    Am    Em    Am    Em     Am     Em/C
Shakin' down in Shanty Town

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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She Loves Me Too



Intro: Am7/C

                     Am                G                       C/Am7 
She likes the warming of the sunshine on her skin
                    Am                      G                       C/Am7 
She loves the cotton gin and the cold breeze blowin' in
                     Am                    G                    C/Am7 
She likes the sunny days and tomatoes on the vine
                  Am                                 G                   C/Am7 
She likes a warm bed at night and the shadows in the fire

                          Am         G                       C/Am7 
And she likes me, too, oh yeah, she likes me too
                      A                            C                      F
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________mmm.
                         Am                     G                       C
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________ mmm_________

                   Am                  G                           C/Am7 
She wants a little house on a lonely windswept beach
                    Am                     G                       C/Am7 
She wants a fat-tire bike and a four-wheel ragtop jeep
                   Am                     G                       C/Am7 
She wants a poster bed from a dusty antique store
                     Am                         G                 C/Am7 
She wants a bunch of kids runnin' circles on the floor

                            Am             G                       C/Am7 
And she wants me, too, that's right, she wants me too.
                      A                          C                       F
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________mmm.
                     Am                         G                      C
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________ mmm_________

               Am                        G                       C/Am7 
She's got true eyes where the deep blue waters flow
               Am                           G                       C/Am7 
She's got flim-flam hands and sand between her toes
                  Am                                       G            C/Am7 
She's got breasts and legs, she don't give a goddamn care
                    Am                       G                C/Am7 
She's got a string of boys that follow her anywhere


                          Am         G                       C/Am7 
And she's got me, too, oh yeah, she's got me too.
                      A                            C                     F
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________mmm.
                     Am                          G                     C
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________ mmm_________

                       Am    G                         C/Am7 
She loves her mom……and she loves her dad
                      Am                            G                    C/Am7 
She likes those deep, dark books that always make her sad
                  Am                     G               C/Am7 
She loves makin' love and sleeping in two beds
                 Am                      G                  C/Am7 
She loves CNN and all that stuff she loves to hate

                              Am   G                        C 
And she loves me, too, yes, 'n she likes me too
                              Am   G                        C 
And she loves me, too, yes, 'n she likes me too

                      A                            C                    F
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________mmm.
                      Am                        G                     C
Mmm, mmm, mmm__________, mmm_________ mmm_________


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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She’s Hot




(Intro):  G     A     Bm     G     A     Bm

   G                                       A           Bm
All my life I been looking for a thing like that
   G                       A                        Bm
All night I been running with the alley cats
   G                    A
It's the scent that hit the spot
    Bm      A      G         G      A
She's hot……….She's hot……….
    Bm     A      G     G      A
She's hot……………….She's hot……….

    G                          A                            Bm
There's a pistol in my head and it just won't drop
   G                            A                            Bm
There's a rumble in my bed and it just won't stop.
         G               A
Somebody better call a cop

       Bm      A      G    G    A
She's hot…….…….She's hot, yeah.
       Bm      A      G     G     A
She's hot…………….She's hot, shhh…!

G   A   Bm   G   A   Bm   G   A   Bm   A   G   G   A   Bm   A   G   G   A
(Bridge)

       G                                   A                           Bm
Man, it's scary when you're standing around in the dark
  G                        A                                  Bm
In the jungle of the mind it was just a spark
   G                       A
Pray for rain in a young man's heart.

    Bm         A     G             G     A
She's hot……….(The girl) she's hot.
    Bm           A     G     A
She's hot……….She's hot……….
    Bm           A     G     A
She's hot……….She's hot……….
    Bm           A     G     A             
She's hot……….She's hot………. 

G    A    Bm   G    A    Bm   G    A    Bm  (repeat and fade)


Words and music by Robert Hazard 
© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Space Majorettes



(Intro): D    Dm    G    D    Em    D    G    Bm    Em    D    G

   D                                                    G      A
Things have changed down in Riverdale, man, how time flies
   D                          G                 A
Boys and girls all over the world, are watching the skies
   G
It's a missile…it's a chapel….

        D                  Bm             Em               D          A
It's space…majorettes…………Space…majorettes
        D                  Bm             Em               D          A
It's space…majorettes…………Space…majorettes

   D                                         G       A
Little Barbara was walking home, in the snow and the ice
  D                                               G      A
Trumpet blasts bustin' out of the wind and a drum-roll on the night
  G
Sharp stars shootin' out of the west

             Dm               Bm                       Em               D          A
It was space….majorettes…………It was space…majorettes
                D                  Bm                   Em               D          A
She's my space…majorette…………My space…majorette

    G                                                                        (A)
They'll march on the ceiling, march on the walls
  Bm                                                          (A)
They'll never stumble, they'll never fall

   G
So bring all the good things, show all of you kids
   Em                                                   A
They don't care who you are, they don't care what you did

  D             Bm                   Em               D          A
Space…majorettes…………Space…majorettes

D    Bm   Em    D    A    D   Bm   Em   D    A    D   Bm   Em   D    A     D    

G    Bm  D    A  D  Bm  Em/Em7  D  A
(bridge)

                D               Bm
She's my space…majorette
                 Em            D          A
She's my space…majorette
                D               Bm
She's my space…majorette
                 Em            D          A
She's my space…majorette

         Em            A
Majorette
         D
Majorette


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Style



(Intro):  C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  (and repeat)

F#m                          D  
Hit a hammer on the boardroom wall.                          I'm talkin' 'bout,
    E                                                                                                                  Dm
I got it down at the city hall.                                        Can't live without,
F#m                       D
Don't cry about your bad taste.                                   Style.
   E
You got a hold of the seams.
                                                                                      A                Am                        A
                                                                                      You're gonna take their breath a-way
   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm                                                   Am                     A
Style.                                                                             Walkin' down that long runway
                           C/Am7  Am  F/Dm7  Dm                                          Am         A
I'm wild about style.                                                      Those lights of Paris and L.A.
                               C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm C/Am7                    Am             A
From my head to my toes,                                             I'm gonna smile.
     Am   F/Dm7   Dm  C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7                             C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm                                                                    Inside out......upside down                                            'Cause you got style.
.                                                                                                        C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm
                                                                                       'Cause you got style  
I'm talking bout,                                                       
   Dm
What's comin' out.
                                                                                                             C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm  
                                                                                        It drives them wild,
   F#m                                 D                                                                C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm  
There's a boy down on Avenue D.                                 'Cause you got style
    E                                                                                                         C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm  
Drag queen clothes from A to Z.                                    I'm talkin' 'bout style.
    F#m                                                                                                    C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm  
Got a chain through his nose ring.                                   I'm wild 'bout style.
    E                                                                                                         C/Am7         Am           Dm   
She's wild about his thing.                                               It's all about style.
                                                                                                              C/Am7 Am F/Dm7 Dm  
                                                                                         I'm crazy 'bout style.
  F#/F#m                D                                                                 (Repeat and fade)
Bell-bottoms and fur-trimmed boots,
  E
Hot rubber and synthetic suits.
   F#/F#m                   D
You got to walk an extra mile,
          E
Get a job in the rank and file.

   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm                           C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
Style......................................... I'm wild about style
                           C/Am7
You're turnin' about.
     Am   F/Dm7   Dm   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7 
Insideout…upsidedown.
                              Dm
I'm talking bout, can't live without, style

   A                   F#m                Am                Dm/F                  A
You're gonna take their breath a-way, walkin' down that long runway.
    A                                  Am                   Dm/F                E     
Those lights of Paris and L.A. I'm gonna smile__________,
                             Am
Cause you got style

    C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
    C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7    
(Instrumental Bridge)

    Dm            C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
Style
                             C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
I'm hot about style.

                             C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
I'm talking 'bout style.
                                   C/Am7   Am   F/Dm7   Dm  
They're turning you out

Am     Dm7     Dm     C/Am7  
Inside out…upside down,
  Am     Dm7     Dm     C/Am7       Am     Dm7     Dm     C/Am7   Am   Dm7
Inside out…upside down………..Inside out…upside down

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Too Tough to Love



(Intro): G   D   A   D   Bm7    A    D   G   D   A   D  Bm7  A   D   G   A
             h    h    ¾  5/4   w       ¾  5/4    h   h    ¾   5/4  w     ¾  5/4   h    h

    Bm                      D                                                  G      D     A          D 
She walked into the Satellite Club                               She's too tough to love,
           G                             D                                                      Bm                A      D
In a dress that was much too tight.                             She's too tough to love.
          G                            D                                         G      D     A          D 
I watched her from a distance,                                    She's too tough to love,
                              G          D                                                      Bm                A      D
Like something burning in the night.                           She's too tough to love.

    Bm                                        D                               G      D     A          D 
I made a move but she brushed me off,                      She's too tough to love,
   G                              D                                                           Bm                A      D
Like I was a piece of dirt.                                          She's too tough to love.
  G                            D                                               G      D     A          D 
Someone ought to teach that girl                               She's too tough to love,
  Gm7                                        A                                             Bm                A      D
How a woman is supposed to flirt.                          She's too tough to love.
                                                                                       G                                 A
                                                                                   She's too tough to love.
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   G      D     A          D 
She's too tough to love,
                Bm                A      D
She's too tough to love.
   G      D     A          D
She's too tough to love,
                Bm                A      D
She's too tough to love.
  G                                  A
She's too tough to love.

   D                                    A
She started drinking manhattans,
                   G                                           D
With some guys from the wrong side of town.
      Bm                   D
She was ready for action.
  G                                       A
One by one she shot them down.


  D                                  A   
I knew she knew I was looking
         Em7             D
She hiked up her skirt.
                   Em7                D
And looked at me with her cold blue eyes.
  G                               A
She knew how much it hurt.

   G      D     A          D 
She's too tough to love,
                Bm                A      D
She's too tough to love.
   G      D     A          D 
She's too tough to love,
                Bm                A      D
She's too tough to love.
   G                                   A  
She's too tough to love.

         D    A    D    Gm    D    Bm    G    A
(Bridge)

   Bm7                    A
She jumped into a taxi,
   Bm7                          D
And I slid through the door.
            Bm7                        A
As we sped down Forty-second Street
               Bm7              A
We made love on the floor.

                   Bm7               A
We did it all through Brooklyn,
           Bm7              Db
We made a stop at Broad.
             Bm7                      Bm/D
And I jumped out at the Queensboro bridge,
        Bm7                     Em7               A
But I'll be back for more.        
    
Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1986 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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(If I Was a) Troubadour



(Intro): G

G                                              D
Went to the tower on a railroad track
D                                              G               B
With Willie and Woody and a pack on my back
    D                         G                        D/Bm
I ride on this boxcar and sleep on the floor
Bm                           A
Leadin' the people and swallow the dust

    G                                                      A
I read much and more I cleaned up the rest
                G                                    Bm      A
I want to stand in the shadows of only the best
      D          G             D            A
If I was a troubadour singin' my songs
G7/D                      G      D                      A
Would you have mercy and let me hang on

D                    G           D                Bm
Just hold the moment just hold the line
         G                                A        G           A         D 
I'd trade my blanket for a friend if I was a troubadour
  D                             G               D
I'd ran off, drank whiskey And smoked…
D                                        G             D
Tell my long stories and make my fate a joke

  D                                               G                    D
Make my life delightful had the stage near the floor
  G/D                                      A
Play this place all night and ten thousand more
       G                     D              A                Bm
I'm scratchin' and clawin' in pain without end
   G                                    A
I'll play this guitar 'til it wears paper-thin

      D         G              D            A
If I was a troubadour singin' my songs
  D                       G              D              A
Would you have mercy and let me hang on?


G7/D            G        D                  Bm
Just hold on longer just hold the night
                    G                                               A      
Would this word be the one you're looking for?
     G         A        D      G     D     A     G
If I was a troubadour

  D                                      G             D
I'm in this wavelength I search for a clue
     D                                              G                    Bm
A ghost upon the road like an old Studebaker coupe
  D                                     G                 D/Bm
My heart's in these diners we all served tonight
Bm               D                       A
On matchbooks and napkins my songs I would write

    G                         D                A                       Bm
I'd give some more feelings but dream someone more
    G                                        A
A waitress came up I would wait by the door
     D                 G         D               A
If I was a troubadour singing my songs
  D/Bm                  G         D             A
Would you have mercy and let me hang on?

D/Bm             G      D             Bm
Just hold a moment just for a night
                    G                                                A
Would you write a chorus song and nothing more?

   G         Bm              D
If I was a troubadour
   G          Bm             A      G      D
If I was a troubadour


Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Turtle Dove


                                         

Intro: Abm   B   Dbm   Abm

   Abm                                                  B    Abm                                       B  Abm
She don't look at me the way she used to look...... she keep her nose inside a book
   Abm                                          B    Abm                                        B    Abm
She don't say nothin' that I don't expect.......I throw her a smile I get nothin' back

  B             Abm                 B                    Abm
What ever happened to my little turtle dove?
  B                 Abm            Dbm
What ever happened to our nights of love?
  B              Abm    B                  Abm   Dbm                                      B       
What ever happened ask the stars above, have you seen my little turtle dove?

     Abm   B   Dbm   Abm   

   Abm                                       B    Abm                                     B   Abm
That old black crow he came around......he took my turtle dove to town
   Abm                                     B   Abm                                     B  Abm
With tricks and magic up his sleeve.....he made my turtle dove believe

  B                     Abm         B                    Abm
What ever happened to my little turtle dove?
  B                     Abm        Dbm
What ever happened to our nights of love?
  B                     Abm          B       Abm   Dbm                                      B       
What ever happened, ask the stars above, have you seen my little turtle dove?

     Abm   B   Dbm   Abm   

   Abm                                    B  Abm                                       B  Abm
I made her a nest in a live oak tree......just big enough for her and me
   Abm                                      B    Abm                                         B  Abm
Lies moved in and brought mistrust.......now there's no room for all of us

  B                     Abm        B                    Abm
What ever happened to my little turtle dove?
  B                       Abm       Dbm
What ever happened to our nights of love?
  B                     Abm          B        Abm   Dbm                                      B       
What ever happened ask the stars above, have you seen my little turtle dove?

     Abm   B   Dbm   Abm   

   Abm                                                       B    Abm                                     B  Abm
She sits in the window where the light comes in......got somethin' jumpin' in her skin
   Abm                                                   B    Abm                                     B  Abm
She's always leavin' if she ain't already gone.....runnin' somewhere all night long

  B                     Abm        B                   Abm
What ever happened to my little turtle dove?
  B                     Abm        Dbm
What ever happened to our nights of love?
  B                     Abm           B        Abm Dbm                                      B       
What ever happened, ask the stars above, have you seen my little turtle dove?

     Abm   B   Dbm   Abm   

   Abm                                              B  Abm                                     B  Abm
Early in the mornin' you can hear her coo.......doin' things that a woman do
   Abm                                        B    Abm                                          B  Abm
Keepin' all her secrets in a paper box.......like a baby safe from a hungry fox

  B                     Abm        B                 Abm
What ever happened to my little turtle dove?
  B                     Abm        Dbm
What ever happened to our nights of love?
  B                     Abm           B          Abm  Dbm                                    B       
What ever happened, ask the stars above, have you seen my little turtle dove ?

     Abm   E   Dbm   B/Abm   


Words and music by Robert Hazard
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Undercover Lover




(Intro): C    G    C    D    G    

Em                                                              C                     D                     G
I'm walkin' down King Street                         Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.
G                                                                C                     D                      G
My head in the smoke                                   Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.
Em                                                             C                      D                      G
It was a dream that woke me                        Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.
G                                                               C                      D                       G
A heart of stone that broke                            Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.

                                                                                (Repeat and fade)
             C               D         G
And the rain that falls is only right
Em                   C
Take me under cover
                    D
Be my secret lover
                               G
Take me through the night
                C      G     D              G
Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.

Em                              G
Under her dark glasses, such a pretty girl.
Em                                    G
Wears a heart in her raincoat, on a string of pearls..

            C                         D                            G
And the crooked smile she wears she hides from sight
Em                   C                         D
Take me under cover, be my secret lover
                                D
Take me through the night

                C          D            G
Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.

C     D    G     Em     G     Em     G     C      D     G
(Bridge)

Em                  C                          D
Take me under cover, be my secret lover
                               G
Take me through the night

Em
I turn up my collar,
G
Turn my back to the wind.
Em                             G
I feel her inside me as the day begins,
            C                      D
And the light that's in my eyes.
                  G
Is much too bright

Em                  C
Take me under cover
                    D
Be my secret lover
                              G
Take me through the night

                   C
Be my secret girl    
                          D
Show your secret world  
                             G
Take me through the night
C                      D                       G
Oh, oh, oh___, oh, oh___, oh, oh___.      


Words
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© 1983 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Waiting For The Dream Man




(Intro):  Em  Gm  Em  Gm  Em  Gm  Em  Gm         (or  Em  D   C   D  Em   D   C   D)

        Gm
Miles away in another world    
        Em
There lives a lonely little girl    
             Gm
With her scrapbook pictures spread on the floor 
          Em
And her record machine she knows all the words     
       Am                                             Em     D
In a little town in a little house she waits

                          Em               D
Waiting for the dream man
                           C                 D
Waiting for the dream man
                          Em               D
Waiting for the dream man
                           C                     D
Waiting for the dream, dream, dream, dream

    Gm
Down at the Sun Ray there's a kid who works
                Em
With the radio on while his soul jerks
      Gm
Five o'clock he's gonna chuck in the towel
     Em
Jump in his Chevy, head uptown
       Am                                                              Em     D
He's got on his leather and his Marion Brando stare

                           Em               D
Waiting for the dream man
                           C                  D
Waiting for the dream man
                           Em               D
Waiting for the dream man
                           C                      (D)
Waiting for the dream, dream, dream

Gm     Em     Gm     Em     Am     D
(bridge)

   Gm
Hey Mr. Roberts hear my complaint
    Em
I told all the angels, I told a the saints
    Gm
Out on the hi-way I've seen the light
     Em
Somebody's dying for a song tonight
       Am                                                          Em                            D
He wake got skimmed and he slipped right through their hands

                           Em               D                               C                   D
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream man
                           Em               D                               C                   D
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream, dream, dream

    Gm
Miles away in another world
          Em
There lives a lonely little girl
               Gm
With her scrapbook pictures spread on the floor
             Em
And her record machine she knows all the words
       Am                                             Em     D
In a little town in a little house she waits

                           Em               D                               C                  D
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream man
                           Em               D                               C                  
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream, dream, dream

                           Em               D                               C                   D
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream man
                           Em               D                               C                                     Em
Waiting for the dream man………Waiting for the dream, dream, dream

        
Words and music by Robert Hazard
         © 1981 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Walking on Air




(Intro): C    Am    F    G     C    Am    F    G   

C      Am       F        G              C      Am    F    G     C
I can do anything I want in this age
        Am     F            G         C      Am    F    G     C
I no longer feel like I live in a cage

             Am          F          G               C        Am    F    G     C
We can go out tonight, and walk on the stars
             Am               F            G             C        Am    F    G    
We can dance like we dance, on Venus and Mars

     F                      Em                         F                       G
I'm talking to you, right from the heart, you don't care

                       C   Em   Am   C                  D   F#m   Bm   D
I'm walking on air…………….walking on air
                   F   Am   Dm   G                    C
Walking on air……………..walking on air

C          Am        F         G          C        Am    F    G     C
We can feel any way we want today
          Am          F          G            C        Am    F    G     C
Hold on to your heart, or throw it away
          Am          F           G             C        Am    F    G     C
We can go on forever, or stop on a dime
          Am               F          G                 C        Am    F    G    
I can love you just once, or thousands of times

      F                   Em                         F                          G
I'm talkin' to you, out on the street, we stop and stare

                       C   Em   Am   C                D   F#m   Bm   D
I'm walking on air……………walking on air
                  F   Am   Dm   G                C
Walking on air……………..walking on air

  F                         Em                       F                       Em
Yes, the moon is a funny place……Sometimes love is an empty space
   F                                        D
If I can't make it there…I can play it anywhere


C   Em   Am   C   D   F#m   Bm   D   F   Am   Dm   G/F   C
(bridge)

C      Am       F       G              C      Am    F    G    
I can do anything I want in this age
C      Am     F           G           C      Am    F    G     C
I no longer feel like I live in a cage

          Am            F            G               C      Am    F    G     C
We can go out tonight, and walk on the stars
            Am                 F           G               C      Am    F    G    
We can dance like we dance, on Venus and Mars

     F                      Em                         F                    G
I'm talking to you, right from the heart, you don't care

                       C   Em   Am   C               D   F#m   Bm   D
I'm walking on air……………walking on air
                   F   Am   Dm   G/F              C
Walking on air………………walking on air

C      Am       F        G              C      Am    F    G     C
I can do anything I want in this age

Am       F        G       C       Am       F      G      C
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We Fall


(Intro): Bbm    F#/Ebm7    Db    Ebm    Bbm    F#/Ebm7    Db    Ebm
         Bbm    F#/Ebm7    Db    Ebm    Bbm    F#/Ebm7    Db    Bbm

       F#          Db       Ebm      Bbm
It's been an endless summer.
   F#          Db           Ebm      Bbm
Lucy in a golden sky.
       F#      Db           Ebm      Bbm
We only watch and wonder,
       F#          Bb                    Bbm
And as she flies.

       F#      Db        Ebm         Bbm
We fall…just like heroes.
         F#        Db    Ebm/Ebm7      Bbm
Like trinkets on a chain.
        F#    Db       Ebm/Ebm7       Bbm
Like fifty below zero.
         F#     Db       Ebm/Ebm7      Bbm
Like candy in the rain.

F#   Db         Bbm        Ebm/Ebm7   F#
We fall________________,
       Db                                          Bbm
We fall________________.

            F#           Db      Ebm          Bbm
Do you walk on gilded splinters?
       F#       Db          Ebm         Bbm
No fear, no pain, no doubt.
          F#            Db           Ebm         Bbm
Here comes the long, cold winter.
            F#        Db                      Bbm
There's no way out.

       F#      Db        Ebm         Bbm
We fall…just like heroes.
         F#       Db     Ebm         Bbm
Like trinkets on a chain.
        F#     Db      Ebm         Bbm
Like fifty below zero.
         F#     Db      Ebm         Bbm     F#
Like candy in the rain.

       Db        (Bbm)             Ebm/Ebm7     F#
We fall________________,
       Db                                   (Eb)
We fall________________.


(Bridge)

Db7                         A/F#m7
When we stand tall.
(F#m7)                        Ab
Like gods on the wall.
                                                    F#7
Like nothing can touch us at all.
         Db7                              F#
We fall________________,

        Db            Bbm/Bbm7                     Ebm     F#
We fall________________ (Just like heroes),
        Db            Bbm                   Ebm/Ebm7       F#
We fall________________,
        Db            Bbm                 Ebm                   F#
We fall________________ (Just like heroes),
        Db            (Bbm)                            Ebm     F#
We fall________________,

        Db                              Ebm7        
We fall________________,
        Db                                    Ebm7/F#  
We fall________________,


   Words and music by Robert Hazard
    © 1998 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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When Dreams Come True




(Intro): Em   Am   Em   Am   Em   Am   Em
                                                                                     
     Em                 Am                        Em                  Am      
You stand at the beach in a dress……With the breeze in your hair
    Em             Am                               Em                       Am
I'm walkin' in the sun………………..And you'll be there

                         D                          Em                 Am
I know what to do…………………..We'll be down Erie town
  Em                   Am           Em                   Am
Pullin' up at the bar…………………..Watchin' all the stars come down
   Em             Am                                  D        C    Bm    Am
Just like the stars………………….I wish I'd cruised

             C                                                  Bm/G
When dreams come, ………………….When dreams come
             C/Am                  D   (C)  (D)
When dreams come true
             C                                                Bm/G
When dreams come………………….When dreams come
            C/Am                  D 
When dreams come true, I'll be with you

         (bridge)    Em  Am G  Em   Em  Am  G  Em  D  C  Bm  Am
               C                                      Bm/G
When dreams come,………… When dreams come
            C/Am                  D   (C)   (D)
When dreams come true
             C                                     Bm/G
When dreams come…………When dreams come
            C/Am                 D    (C)    (D)   D                      Am
When dreams come true…………….......I'll be with you

   Em
It's a fact that tipped the hats, Silver dollars will roll

Here's a big black Cadillac, Struttin' out of the cold
                           D    C   Bm    Am
So, what's new?

             C                            Bm/G
When dreams come….When dreams come
           C/Am                 D    (C)    (D)
When dreams come true

             C               Bm/G
When dreams come……When dreams come
            C/Am                 D    (C)    (D)
When dreams come true

             C                             Bm/G
When dreams come……When dreams come
           C/Am                 D    (C)    (D)
When dreams come true

              C                             Bm/G
When dreams come……When dreams come
             C/Am                 D    (C)    (D)
When dreams come true

                         Em   Am   G  Em  Em   Am   G  Em
I'll be with you
                                                                                    

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Whole Lot of Water




(Intro):  G    C    G    C    G    C  

                  C                G                      C        G
There's a road in the sand through the sugar cane
                  C                G            C           G
There's a house that stands in the sun and rain

                  C           G               C          G
Where the old man sits and the ships go by
             C            G               C        G
He never did get up he never even tried

               Em               C             Am          G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
         Em            C            Am            G       C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water in the old man's eyes

                  C      G                C       G
Me and Sarah Kaye, we grew up a team
            C               G           C       G
In the bright blue sky, in the hurricanes

                  C            G           C            G
Like two boats that sail, tryin' to break free
                  C       G               C             G
From the prison walls of the deep blue sea

              Em                  C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
      Em              C          Am          G           C   G   C   G   C   G 
A whole lot of water in my baby's eyes

            C            G              C         G
I never been no slave to no history book
                  C      G                  C        G
And ev'ry fish I caught I let it off the hook

         Eb/C        G                C          G
So I paint the shapes of the sea and sky
          C             G         C           G
And I teach my hand to obey my eye

              Em               C                  Am        G         
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
      Em               C           Am              G       C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes

               C              G           C          G
But as ships come in to the old town pier
               C          G             C          G
I would sell my soul in the pictures there

        C        G               C              G
Rich lady said "boy, that not have been"
               C              G            C       G
Told me she could sell ev'rything I had

               Em               C                   Am     G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
    Em               C                         Am           G     C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water could have passed me by

           C              G            C            G
So I packed my bags and I hit New York
           C              G           C          G
And I learned to swim in a pool of sharks

             C     G               C            G
All the city lights took away my breath
                     C             G                   C              G
And when a cold wind blew I nearly caught my death 

               Em               C                 Am        G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
    Em               C                     Am       G         C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water more than money buys

               C              G               C      G
Now I dream some things me and Sarah Kaye
            C          G            C             G
Sailin' into the sun out on Old Coos Bay

               C              G         C              G
With an ice cold beer roll across my brow
              C           G               C            G
I would give anything if I could be there now

               Em               C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
     Em               C           Am       G          C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water to the other side

                C                   G            C              G
Now the bright green leaves have turned to brown
         C          G                C              G
In a crimson street on the sun gone down

           C              G              C          G
Oh the pale blue skies fade away to white
            C         G              C           G
And it all dissolves in the black of night

               Em               C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
               Em               C            Am        G
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes

               Em               C                 Am     G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
               Em               C          Am     G     C     G     C     G     C     G     C     G
A whole lot of water and I'm runnin' dry

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Whole Lot of Water (alternate)


(Intro):  G    C    G    C    G    C  

                  C                G                      C        G
There's a road in the sand through the sugar cane
                  C                G            C           G
There's a house that stands in the sun and rain
                  C           G               C          G
Where the old man sits and the ships go by
             C            G               C        G
He never did get up he never even tried
               Em               C             Am          G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
      Em            C                  Am            G     C    G    C    G    C    G    C   G
A whole lot of water in the old man's eyes

                  C      G                C       G
Me and Sarah Kaye, we grew up a team
            C               G           C       G
In the bright blue sky, in the hurricanes
                  C            G           C            G
Like two boats that sail, tryin' to break free
                  C       G               C             G
From the prison walls of the deep blue sea
              Em                  C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
      Em              C          Am          G        C    G    C    G    C    G 
A whole lot of water in my baby's eyes

            C            G              C         G
I never been no slave to no history book
                  C      G                  C        G
And ev'ry fish I caught I let it off the hook
         Eb/C        G                C          G
So I paint the shapes of the sea and sky
          C             G         C           G
And I teach my hand to obey my eye
              Em               C                  Am        G         
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
      Em               C           Am              G      C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes

               C              G           C          G
But as ships come in to the old town pier
               C          G             C          G
I would sell my soul in the pictures there
        C        G               C              G
Rich lady said "boy, that not have been"
               C              G            C       G
Told me she could sell ev'rything I had
               Em               C                   Am     G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
    Em               C                         Am           G     C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water could have passed me by

           C              G            C            G
So I packed my bags and I hit New York
           C              G           C          G
And I learned to swim in a pool of sharks
             C     G               C            G
All the city lights took away my breath
                     C             G                   C              G
And when a cold wind blew I nearly caught my death 
               Em               C                 Am        G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
    Em               C                     Am       G       C   G    C   G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water more than money buys

               C              G               C      G
Now I dream some things me and Sarah Kaye
            C          G            C             G
Sailin' into the sun out on Old Coos Bay
               C              G         C              G
With an ice cold beer roll across my brow
              C           G               C            G
I would give anything if I could be there now
               Em               C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
     Em               C           Am       G          C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water to the other side

                C                   G            C              G
Now the bright green leaves have turned to brown
         C          G                C              G
In a crimson street on the sun gone down
           C              G              C          G
Oh the pale blue skies fade away to white
            C         G              C           G
And it all dissolves in the black of night
               Em               C                Am        G
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
               Em               C            Am        G
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes
               Em               C                 Am     G
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
               Em               C          Am     G     C    G    C    G    C    G    C    G
A whole lot of water and I'm runnin' dry

Words and music by Robert Hazard
© 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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(Who's Got) What It Takes


(Intro):  D     A     G/Em     Em7      D     A     G/Em     Em7

                  D                         A
Does it do for you when you go to the store
                G                       Em
And you buy all those clothes
                      D                                     A
What does it make you feel when you dream at night
                  G                         Em7
About the things that you own

                     D                           A
What does it do for you when a car pulls up
               G                 Em
And the lights go on
                     D                                         A
What does it say to you that makes your knees grow weak
                  G                        Em
And your heart beat strong

                          D                        (A)
Who's got the magic touch that slows you down
          Bm                           Em                             G
And makes you rush, and holds you back, and shakes you up
                  A/D
Who's got what it takes to…

   D                   A                      Bm            A/A7
Make you, got what it takes to make you, got what it takes to
   G               D                                     A            D        A         G         Em7
Make you…you've got what it takes
  D                                       A                                A            G          Em
Who's got what it takes…who's got what it takes

                  D                                        A
Where do you go at night when your cabbies tired
                  G                            Em  
And your clock winds down
                      D                                        A
What do you see at night, when there's nowhere to go
              G                     Em7
In this tired old town


                      D                                    A
How does it make you feel when the corner boys
                 G                    Em7
They got nothin' to say

               D                                        A
But you can't write home about the things that you do
                         G                     Em7
And there's no place to play
                    D                                                        Bm
But does it make you feel? It holds you down, it makes you rush
             Em                                G
And it slows you down and it shakes you up
              D
It's got what it takes now

   D              A                                     Bm                    A
Make you, got what it takes to make you, got what it takes to
   G                   D                                    A
Make you…who's got what it takes?
  G                           D            G                      A          G
Who's got what it takes?…who's got what it takes?
        Em
If I hold you I might break through
       D                              A     Em     A     G     A     D     A     G     A
It's got what it takes to
                                                                    (bridge)

    D                                     A    G     A              D                             A     G     A
Where do you go at night?……………..What could he say to you?
                       D                                      A
How does it make you feel when your knees grow weak
                  G                       Em
And your heart beat strong

                        D
Who's got the magic touch that slows you down
          Bm                          Em                             G
And makes you rush, and holds you back, and shakes you up
            A                              D
Who's got what it takes to…

   D                    A                     Bm                      A
Make you, got what it takes to make you, who's got what it takes to
  Em               Bm                            D                A              D
Make you, who's got what it takes……got what it takes

       G                        D     A     D     A     D
Got what it takes to
           A
Who's got what it takes to
    D                      A
Make you, who's got what it takes to
   Em
Make you…
    G                                  A
Who's got what it takes
   C                         A            G                          A
Who's got what it takes?…Who's got what it takes?
  Em
If I told you I might break through
    D     G      D                                             D          A
Make you, who's got what it takes to make you…
    D                         A           G                              A
Who's got what it takes?……Who's got what it takes?…
    D                         A           G                              A
Who's got what it takes?……Who's got what it takes?
    D                         A           G                              A
Who's got what it takes?……Who's got what it takes?
    D                         A           G                              A
Who's got what it takes?……Who's got what it takes?
  G
Who's got what it takes?

Words and music by Robert Hazard © 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Wild Out There



Intro: Eb

   Eb/Cm7                                                           
The bear is on the rampage…the moose is on the loose
Better batten down the cabin door watch your little red caboose
   Cm7/F                                    Cm
'Cause it's wild out there…..it's wild out there
       Am7                                    Dm7   
The wolf is on the doorstep and the rabbit's runnin' scared
  Eb
It's wild out there

   Eb/Cm7                                                           
The eagle's on the mountain, the fish is in the brook
There's crazy people in them hills, man, I could write a book
              F                               Eb/Cm 
And it's wild out there……it's wild out there
           Am7                                         Dm7
They got pepper in their hiking boots and flowers in their hair
             Eb
And it's wild out there

   Eb/Cm7                                                           
We jumped into a pup tent and thought up something lewd
The ranger snuck up in the night and caught us in the nude
             F                                                  Cm
And it's wild out there……yeah, baby, it's wild out there
            Am7                                    Dm7
Peace is gettin' hard to find and free love's gettin' rare
  Eb/Cm7
It's wild out there

   Eb/Cm7                                                           
The rich man took his money and threw it in the lake
He cried himself a river and the dam's about to break
                        F                                             Cm 
You know, it's wild out there……it's getting' wild out there
            Am7                                      Dm7
He was given all God had to give but took more than his share
     Eb/Cm7
It's wild out there



   Eb/Cm7                                                           
I jumped into my Hummer, I four wheeled out of town
I'm out here at the crossroads I believe I 'm sinking down
                      F                                               Cm
You know, it's wild out there……ho, man, it's wild out there
         Am7                                          Dm7
On the rocky road to heaven crowds of people everywhere
        Eb/Cm7
And it's wild out there

   Eb/Cm7                                                           
The sky is full of smoke, can't tell the forest from the trees
The D.E.C. is bogged down in the mud up to its knees
            F                                                  Cm
And it's wild out there……yeah, man, it's wild out there
         Am7                                                   Dm7
When there's trouble over paradise you can smell it in the air
   Eb/Cm7
It's wild out there

     Eb/Cm7    
They're buildin' cars in Detroit with no regard or shame
There's poison in my water on the clouds of acid rain
       F                                              Cm     
It's wild out there……oh, yeah, it's wild out there
   Am7                                Dm7    
Progress and prosperity sure make a pretty pair
              Eb/Cm7
And it's wild out there

   Eb/Cm7
The blue grass boys are pickin', there's lightning in the woods
They never took a lesson, but they all sure play good
                   F                                                  Cm
And they're wild out there……them boys are wild out there
   Am7                                            Dm7
There ain't no education like that cold, clean mountain air
      Eb/Cm7
And it's wild out there

    Eb/Cm7
Grandpa's in the woodshed with his secret magazines
Little sister's smokin' loco weed and drinkin' kerosene
                   F                                            Cm
She's goin' wild out there, oh, brother, it's wild out there
       Am7                                         Dm7
Grandma's got an outboard motor on her rockin' chair
   Eb/Cm7
And it's wild out there

Osh, baby, it's wild out there……it's wild out there……and it's wild out there
Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm…hmm, hmm, hmm…hmm, hmm, hmm


Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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Wish Me Luck



Intro:  D/Bm   A   G   A   D/Bm   A   G   A 

   D/Bm                                                              D/Bm                                                          
Time is wastin'                                                Hooked a rainbow
  A                                                                      A
It's time to move                                             He's jumpin' for the sky
  G                                                                      G
Day is breakin'                                                He's pullin' me along
                A                                                        A
With the early morning news                          I've never been so high

   D/Bm                                                                 G
Eggs 'n bacon                                                   'Til he gave in
A                                                                        D 
Big pile of hash                                                And he gave up
  G                                                                       Bm
The river's waitin'                                            I set him free
         A                                                                                     G    A
I can see that silver flash                                 I wished him well
                                                                                                D
   G                                                                  I wished him luck
Pick up my gear   
   D                                                                   D/Bm   A   G   A   D/Bm   A   G   A 
Start up the truck                                            (Bridge)
   Bm
Stick with me baby   
                  G          A                                          D/Bm
Wish me well                                                   You know I love you
                D                                                         A
Wish me luck                                                   You know I always will
                                                                           G
                                                                        While you lay sleepin'
   D/Bm                                                                    A
Take a dirt road                                               Up there on the hill
   A
I walk a mile flat   
   G                                                                    D/Bm
Nest of bluebirds                                            No other angel
   A                                                                    A
Singing in my hat                                            Has come along
                                                                          G
                                                                       Who can sing to me
  D/Bm                                                               A  
I feel so light                                                   The way you sing our song
    A
I might drift away    
   G                                                                      G
If I get lost                                                      'Til lighting strikes
       A                                                                 D
Then I have found my way                            And I get struck
                                                                          Bm
                                                                        Stick with me baby
  G                                                                                    G           A
I walk on water                                               Wish me well
    D                                                                                    D
Dive like a duck                                              Wish me luck
   Bm         
Stick with me baby   
                  G      A                                           D/Bm
Wish me well                                                  Time is wastin'
                 D/Bm                                                A
Wish me luck                                                  It's time to move
                                                                           G
                                                                       Day is breakin'
  D/Bm                                                               A
Chasin' daydreams                                        With the early mornin' news
  A
Down a riverbed   
  G                                                                     D/Bm
Black flies buzzin'                                          Eggs 'n bacon
   A                                                                     A
All around my head                                        Big cup of mud
                                                                           G
                                                                       Anticipation
                                                                                     A
                                                                       Like a river in my blood
                                                                           G
                                                                        'Til lighting strikes
                                                                           D/Bm  
                                                                        And I get struck
                                                                           Bm
                                                                        Stick with me baby
                                                                                            G           A
                                                                        Wish me well
                                                                                         D/Bm
                                                                        Wish me luck
Words and music by Robert Hazard
(c) 2004 Heroic Music (ASCAP)
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The Fire Will Burn



(Intro):   F#   Ebm   Dbm   Ebm   Db   F#   Ebm   Abm   Ebm   Db

            F#
You'll cry
          Ebm
You'll dry
         Abm
The tears
Ebm            Db
From each eye

            F#
My heart
       Ebm
A throne
       Abm
As hard
Ebm        Db
As living stone

         F#
The fire
         Ebm
Will burn
    Abm         Ebm
The new nation
          Dbm         F#
Again


                         Words and music by Robert Hazard
                            © 1988 Heroic Music (ASCAP)

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