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Boneyard
12:33
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When I die, Bury me deep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
And if you get to heaven, before I do
Dig a hole in the sky, and pull me through
Gonna dance to the boneyard, behind Mr D.
Gonna dance to the boneyard, to my mystery
Gonna dance through the boneyard, the blind mystery
Hope that when I die they gonna dance behind me
Well it's hot in the kitchen, but the grave is cold
You got to keep on runnin', so you don't get old
But when Summer's gone, what's a man to do
Keep on lovin' my baby, chase away my blues
Gonna dance to the boneyard, behind Mr D.
Gonna dance to the boneyard, to my mystery
Gonna dance through the boneyard, the blind mystery
Hope that when I die they gonna dance behind me
When I rise, lift a glass for me
And everyone we've known, on earth & sea
Roll back the stone, and let the light shine in
And sing for the sun, dance for the wind
Gonna dance to the boneyard, behind Mr D.
Gonna dance to the boneyard, to my mystery
Gonna dance through the boneyard, the blind mystery
Hope that when I die they gonna dance behind me
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2. |
Treetop Flyer
07:04
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I could be a rambler from The Seven Dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I don't do business that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style, I'm a treetop flyer
I'll fly any cargo that you can pay to run
These bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, you'll never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run, for a treetop flyer
I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Go fifteen feet above the Rio Grande
I'll blow the mesquite right up of off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land, I'm a treetop flyer
People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Was over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay down, under the treeline, you might be alright, treetop flyer
So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
I promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, lord I tie it fast
Then some old boy walks up, and says
"Son you want to make some fast cash?", Treetop flyer
Well there's things I am, and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
Aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
See I'm a flyin' fool, in an aeroplane that's just too hot
I'm a treetop flyer...a born survivor
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3. |
Nine Eight
06:44
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Bom be da buuuum bedata BA BA BA
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Planets
06:12
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[A-7] Planet Jupiter [D7] always [A-7] watching you [D7] [Fma7] Perhaps it means that [E-7] you should go
[D-7] Escape to where the [E-7] phosphene rain
falls [A-7] gently over [D7] melting snow
[A-7] No need to fear the [D7] Earth's demise [A-7, D7]
We'll [Fma7] set our sights on [E-7] third moonrise
And [D-7] float beneath the [E-7] sulfur clouds
[A-7] Anticipate the [D7] big surprise
[B-7] I just felt a [E7] simple miracle
[A-7] it's called [D7] being alive, [A-7] it's called being [D7] alive [Fma7] Sometimes the world gets [E-7] heavy on me baby [A-7, D7]
But [Fma7] not so heavy [F#-7b5] baby, I won't thrive [B-7, E7]
[A-7] Planet Mercury, [D7]they making [A-7] cars here [D7] [Fma7]
Trouble is no [E-7] atmosphere
Bring [D-7] sunscreen and you'll [E-7] be alright
Bring a [A-7] jacket cause it's [D7]cold at night
[A-7] Lovely Venus, [D7]her sirens [A-7] call [D7] [Fma7]
Be careful as she [E-7] pulls you near
Her [D-7] day is longer [E-7] than her year
And [A-7] life goes by in [D7] seconds here
[Chorus] [solo over AAB changes]
Planet Neptune, is kind of blue
The minor giant steps to blow
a haunting melody so low
While winds of change whip to & fro
No need to fear the Earth's demise We'll set our sights on Tau Ceti With Abeona as our guide
And lay it down for hyperdrive
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5. |
Mama Says
07:08
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[D] Mama says she don’t like the way I’m livin’
Mama says she don’t like the way I’m livin’
Too much wine and whiskey drinking
[C] Mind yourself and do some thinking
[D] Mama don’t like the [C] way I live at [D] all
Mama don’t like the girls that I know
Mama don’t like the girls that I know
Too much leg showing under that skirt
Too much belly under that shirt
Mama don’t like the girls I know at all
But it’s [G] all right [A] Mama, I [D] love you any[G]way [Em]
Still come round and [A] see you,
send you [G] presents on Mothers [D] Day
[G] Please don’t [G/F#] think I’ve [Em] gone [D]astray
Mama don’t like the songs that I sing
Mama don’t like the songs that I sing
Too much noise & guitars clangin’
Get on the drums and just start bangin’
Mama don’t like the songs that I sing
Mama don’t like the company that I keep
Mama don’t like the company that I keep
Says I hate to bust your bubble,
But I ain’t bailing you out of trouble
Mama don’t like the company that I keep
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Stargazer
08:18
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[D7sus2] Stare out into the cosmos your eyes wide like a child
[C] Catch a falling star in your [G] hand
and let it take you to the promised [D7sus2] land
[D7sus2] Hear the call of the loon haunting your soul to sleep
[C] whisper with the wind through the [G] trees
if you could only see what it [D7sus2] sees
Chorus:
[C] Stargazer [G] --
Do you know what you need to [D7sus2] know?
[C] Stargazer [G] --
Do you know which way is your [D7sus2] home?
Hear the call of the loon haunting your soul to sleep
whisper with the wind through the trees if you could only see what it sees
Milky way spills cross the sky as you stare back into time
no use crying over spilt milk, anyway, you just try to take it day by day
Chorus & substitute chorus:
Stargazer--
With a warm love by your side
Stargazer--
Have you ever felt so high?
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7. |
Hour of Darkness
05:05
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[Am riff]
In my hour of darkness would it kill you to be my friend
In my hour of darkness would it thrill you to see my end
Do you dance when you're walking the avenue?
Spinning down while the crowd enjoys the view?
Alapocus at the quarry at night
I had a feeling that the time was right
Your eyes were burning like a tire swing [Am D riff]
[Am riff]
In your hour of darkness would it kill you to be my friend
In your hour of darkness could you still find some love to send
A black hole is my center of gravity
Time & space can't escape the entropy
Sit me down at the right hand of man
I want to hear about the master plan
It makes me laugh so giddily [Am D riff]
Inst: [: A#m D# | % | Am D | % :]
[Am riff]
In my hour of darkness would it kill you to be my friend
In your hour of darkness could you still find some love to send
A black hole is my center of gravity
Time & space can't escape the entropy
Sit me down at the right hand of man
I want to hear about the master plan
It makes me laugh so giddily
[Am D riff] & end
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8. |
Guy on a Bench
04:39
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[E] My name’s not Billy it ain’t even Bill
gonna [A] catch the next bus gonna [G] ride it to hell
Hey there Missy can I borrow your keys,
I wanna take a little ride in your automobile
She frightened herself so she run away
Just keep running all night and day
I sat down on the bench again
Gonna catch the next bus gonna find me some sin
[C] Hey hey [D] what do you say,
I’m the [C] guy on a bench I been {3⁄4} [g] there [f#] all [E riff] day
I once took a trip to a place so grand
Nobody there could understand
They must’ve thought I was John Wayne
Bet yer sweet ass I'm going back someday
I know a river that’s filled with frogs,
Some so big they could eat your dog
French guy cook ‘em on the grill all day
Tastes like chicken, but I don’t like chicken
Chorus then solo over changes
This guy I know, well I don’t really know
Found a million dollars buried in a hole
He died next week cause a tree branch fell
Guess it just shows that you never can tell
My name’s not Billy it ain’t even Bill
Gonna catch the next bus gonna ride it to hell
I’m waiting for the bus gonna find me some sin
Gonna ride all day and come back again
Chorus 2x then end on final riff
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9. |
Wolf From the Door
10:29
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[Em] Every day when I come [A] home from the field
[G] Baby always [A] had us a [D] nice hot [Em] meal
Been [Em] quite some time, since she [A] gone to the store
Said she’d [G] only be [A] gone for an [D] hour or [Em] four…maybe [A] more…
It’s so hard to work, when you’re hungry as me
So I stay in bed and watch TV
We never said much, but she loved me I’m sure
And baby always used to keep the wolf from the door
Ch: [G] Baby always used to [A] keep the wolf from the [D] door
[G] I used to think she loved me, but [A] now I’m not so [D] sure
The [G] dinner bell ain’t rung [A] now for sixteen [Bm] hungry days
[G] What am I gonna do if [A] baby’s gone [Em] away? [A]
I don’t know why her closet’s so clean
She always kept the same routine
She left for town with her suitcase packed
She probably went to the laundromat
Don’t know where she got all the money she saved
Don’t know who’s been stealing my aftershave
People look at me kind of funny in town
Don’t know why those boys were always hanging round
Ch:
Br: [Bm] Preacher come round [A] last fifth of [D] July
Said the [G] devil makes his [A] playground in an [D] idle [Em] mind [Em A]
[Bm] Baby just laughed, [A] looked him straight in the [D] eye [C]
Said [G] come on [A] upstairs and see [D] what you [Em] find, in my [A] mind
Now I don’t cook and I really don’t clean
And learning never occurred to me
Baby sure made a nice chicken pot pie
I hope she comes home before I die
Br: Big Black Buzzards, circling round the clouds
Preacher close the lid & put me in the ground
Said a few nice words, that he really don't mean
Close the earth and forget about me
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10. |
Cannibal
06:06
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[ E-7,9 | A-7 D/A ]
In and out the circle, the dancing ladies go
Dancing round the fire, the bodies twirl and flow
And the pounding drumbeat quickens as they wheel me t'ward the crowd
Down the stony moonlit path that shakes the cart to which I'm bound
[ A | Bsus4 B ]
Cannibal! Cannibal!
Horrified and fascinated I cannot close my eyes
This is not the way I would have chose to meet my sad demise
Painted faces lick their lips as I am wheeled through
Little children laugh and sing in anticipation of the stew
Cannibal! Cannibal!
Solo over changes
So if you're ever in the jungle, try not to lose your trail
Grave consequence awaits you should your navigation fail
This is all I have to offer as my final seconds wane
The natives lift the spit and carry me over to the flame
Cannibal! Cannibal!
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Rich Whiteley Tampa
As a singer-songwriter-guitarist and bandleader, Rich has been an integral part of the Tampa Bay music community since 1993. He has released 5 full-length albums, and another with improvistational ensemble Earth Bombs Mars. He has also fronted Tampa's longest running houseband- the Grateful Dead tribute Uncle John's Band, with over 1100 Thursday nights at the legendary Skippers Smokehouse. ... more
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