Mr. Bojangles

Jerry Jeff Walker


I know a man Bojangles, and he danced for you

G                    A

In worn out shoes,


With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants,

G                    A

The old soft shoe.

G                      F#                      Bm

He jumped so high, jumped so high,


Then he lightly touched down.

Bm         A       Bm        A       Bm         A             D

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.


I met him in a cell in New Orleans;

I was down and out.

He looked at me to be the eyes of age

As he spoke right out.

He talked of life, talked of life,

He laughed, slapped his leg a step.


He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick

Across the cell.

He grabbed his pants, a better stance, oh, he jumped up high,

And he clicked his heels.

He let go a laugh, let go a laugh,

Shook back his clothes all around.

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.


He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

Throughout the South.

He spoke with tears of fifteen years, how his dog and he

Traveled about.

His dog up and died, he up and died,

After twenty years he still grieved.


He said, “I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks

For drinks and tips.

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,”

He said, “I drinks a bit.”

He shook his head; and as he shook his head

I heard someone ask, “Please,

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.”


My Home’s in Alabama



Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
D7                                                                   G

I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
            C                                                         A

Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line
            A7                                                       D

Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night

Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand
Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away
To some other guitar picker in some other late night place

Yeah, held on to my music, I let the ladies walk away
Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A.
Up to New York City all across the USA
I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say that my

G-A                 D                                 Am                  D        
Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head

      G-A                       F#m                   G                              D
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred

What keeps me goin' I don't really know
Can't be the money Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
When the people really love ya and let you know when it's good

Oh I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please
I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me
And someday when I make it, when love finds a way
Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my

Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred


Old Time Rock ‘N’ Roll

Bob Seger

G                                                                                                            C

Just take those old records off the shelf, I sit and listen to them by myself

                                     D                                                                   G

Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll


Don't try to take me to a disco, You'll never even get me out on the floor

In ten minutes I'll be late for the door, I like that old time rock 'n' roll



Still like that old time rock 'n' roll, That kind of music just soothes the soul

I reminisce about the days of old, With that old time rock 'n' roll


Won't go to hear them play a tango, I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul

There's only one sure way to get me to go, Start playing old time rock 'n' roll


Call me a relic, call me what you will, Say I'm old fashioned, say I'm over the hill

Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll


Puff, the Magic Dragon

Peter, Paul, and Mary


G                          Bm     C               G

Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea,

        C                       G         Em          A                          D

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honna-Lee.


Little Jackie Paper, loved that rascal Puff,

And brought him strings and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff.  Oh, (Chorus)


Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail;

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tail.

Noble kings and princes would bow whene’er they came,

Pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name.  Oh, (Chorus)


A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys;

Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.

One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff, that mighty dragon, he cased his fearless roar.  Oh, (Chorus)


His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,

Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.

Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave.

So, Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.  Oh, (Chorus)


Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head

B.J. Thomas

D                                            Dmaj7

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head;

         D7                                              G                  F#m    B                   F#m

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit.

   B       Em7                                                                   A7

Those raindrops keep fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’.


So, I just did me some talkin’ to the sun,

And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done, sleepin’ on the job.

Those raindrops keep fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’.


                         D        Dmaj7        G                            A                       F#m

But there’s on thing I know:  the blues they send to meet me, won’t defeat me.

                                B7                  Em7                    A7

It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.


Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head,

But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red.  Cryin’s not for me,

‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’.


                      G                               D

Because I’m free, nothin’s worryin’ me.


Rocky Mountain High

John Denver

               D                                      Em                      C A

He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year,

              D                                                      Em7 G A

Comin’ home to a place he’d never been before.

             D                                                 Em7                     C     A

He left yesterday behind him; you might say he was born again,

                   D                                        Em7

You might say he found a key to ev’ry door.


When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away

On the road and hangin’ by a song.

But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care;

It keeps changin’ fast and it don’t last for long.


               G            A                           D          G                 A             D

But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.

           G                      A               D                    G

The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby.

                            D            Em7 G                A             D

Rocky Mountain high in Colorado, Rocky Mountain High


He climbed Cathedral Mountains, he saw silver clouds below

He saw ev’rything as far as you can see.

And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,

And he lost a friend but kept his memory.


Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams

Seekin’ grace in ev’ry step he takes.

His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand

The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.


And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.

Talk to God and listen to the casual reply:

Rocky Mountain high in Colorado, Rocky Mountain high.


Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear

Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend.

Why, they never try to tear the mountains down to bring in

A couple more people, more scars upon the land.


And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.

I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.

Rocky Mountain high in Colorado, Rocky Mountain high.


It’s a Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.

Friends around the campfire and naturally high:

Rocky Mountain high in Colorado, Rocky Mountain high.


Say I Love You in a Song

Jim Croce

A                                  C#m Bm                       E

Well, I know it's kinda late, I hope I didn't wake you

What I gotta say can't wait, I know you'd understand


D                 G#                                    C#7                       F#m-D

Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong

A                            E                            D-A

So I have to say I love you, in a song


Yeah, I know it's kinda strange, every time I'm near you

I just run out of things to say, I know you'd understand

Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong

So I have to say I love you, in a song


Every time the time was right all the words just came out wrong

So I have to say I love you, in a song


Yeah, I know it's kinda late, I hope I didn't wake you

But there's something that I just gotta say, I know you'd understand

Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong

So I have to say I love you, in a song


Shine On

Jack Norworth

E7                                        A7

Shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky

D7                                     G           C               G

I ain’t had no lovin’ since January, February, June or July.

E7                                     A7

Snow time ain’t no time to sit around and croon.

         D7                                      G           C                G

So, shine on, shine on harvest moon for me and my gal.


Sister Golden Hair


E                                                           G#m

Well I tried to make it Sunday, But I got so darned depressed

               A                             E                           G#m

That I set my sights on Monday, And I got myself undressed

               A             F#m               C#m B                  A

I ain't ready for the altar, But I do agree there's times

               A                                                          E

When a woman sure can be a friend of mine


Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister golden hair surprise

And I just can't live without you, Can't you see it in my eyes

I've been one poor correspondent, And I've been too too hard to find

But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind



               B                                                          A                    E

Will you meet me in the middle, Will you meet me in the air

Will you love me just a little, Just enough to show you care

               F#m                      G#m                      A

Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it


Song Sung Blue

Neil Diamond

C                                          G

Song sung blue, ev’rybody knows one.

G7                                               C

Song sung blue, ev’ry garden grows one.

C7                                              F

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then;

G                                                                                                  C

But when you take the blues and make a song, You sing them out again.


Song sung blue, weepin’ like a willow;

Song sung blue, sleepin’ on my pillow.

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice,

And before you know it, start to feelin’ good-

You simply got no choice.


Special Girl

Chip Fields and Warren Weeks

D         G         A         D

G         A         D         Bm

G         Em      A



Well you’re a special girl to me, You always have and you’ll always be


There’s not another one like you in all the world

Em                                                                                 A

There’s not a day that there goes by when I don’t get up the nerve to try,


And walk on over there and tell you how I feel


You are the apple of my eye, you’re going to be ‘til the day


I’d give anything just to be with you

G                                                         D-B     Bb          A          D

I’ve always loved you and I always will, You’re a special girl


Suicide is Painless

Johnny Mandel

Dm                                        G7                 C                    Am

Through early morning fog I see, Visions of the things to be

Dm                                       G7                         C      C7

The pains that are withheld for me, I realize and I can see, that



Dm                        G7          C                            Am

Suicide is painless, It brings on many changes

Dm                        G7                         Am

And I can take or leave it if I please


Try to find a way to make, All our little joys relate

Without that ever-present hate, But now I know that it's too late


The game of life is hard to play, I'm gonna lose it anyway

The losing card I'll someday lay, So this is all I have to say


The only way to win is cheat, And lay it down before I'm beat

And to another give my seat, For that’s the only painless feat


The sword of time will pierce our skin, It doesn't hurt when it begins

But as it works its way on in, The pain grows stronger, watch it grin


A brave man once requested me, To answer questions that are key

Is it to be or not to be, And I replied, oh, why ask me


And you can do the same thing, If you please


Sunny Day

Chip Fields

D         C         A         D

D         C         A         D


G         Em      A         D

B7       Em      A         D

G         F#       Bm      G

D         A         D



John Denver


G           C            G          C                    G      C

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.

G           C           G            C           Am7--D7

Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.

G           C           G      C                G     C

Sunshine on the water looks so lovely.

G           C           G       C                   G   C  G

Sunshine almost always makes me high.


G Am7    Bm       C            G           Am7 Bm C

If I had a day that I could give you,

      G        Am7  Bm         C      Am7--D7

I’d give to you a day just like today.

G   Am7    Bm       C             G             Am7 Bm C

If I had a song that I could sing for you,

       G        Am7      Bm          C           G   Am7 Bm C

I’d sing a song to make you feel this way:  (Chorus)


If I had a tale that I could tell you,

I‘d tell a tale, sure, to make you smile

If I had a wish that I could wish for you,

I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while.


The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me

Paul Williams

G                     Em      Cdim                          D                     G                     Em      C

Why are there so many songs about rainbows, And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, And rainbows have nothing to hide.

Cdim                                                                                      Bm     

So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it, I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
C                         D                 Bm      E                      Cdim                         D            G

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers and me.


Who said that every wish would be heard and answered

When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it, And look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing, And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers, and me.


D            Em               Bm        C                               G         D

All of us under its spell, We know that it’s probably magic...


Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?

I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?

The voice might be one and the same

I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it, It’s something that I’m s’posed to be
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers, and me.


The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Gordon Lightfoot

Am                                                       Em                              G                      D            Am

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call Gitchigumi

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead, When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore, 26,000 tons more, Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty

That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed

When the gales of November came early


The ship was the pride of the American side, Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin

As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most

With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms

When they left fully loaded for Cleveland

And later that night when the ship's bell rang

Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'


The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound, And a wave broke over the railing

And every man knew as the captain did too, 'Twas the Witch of November come stealin'

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

When the gales of November came slashin'

When afternoon came it was freezin' rain, In the face of a hurricane west wind


When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck

Sayin' "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"

At seven p.m., the main hatchway caved in, He said "Fellas, it's been good to know ya"

The captain wired in he had water comin' in, And the good ship and crew was in peril

And later that night when its lights went out of sight

Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald


Does anyone know where the love of God goes

When the waves turn the minutes to hours

The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay

If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her

They might have split up or they might have capsized

They may have broke deep and took water

And all that remains is the faces and the names

Of the wives and the sons and the daughters


Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings, In the rooms of her ice-water mansion

Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams

The islands and bays are for sportsmen

And farther below Lake Ontario, Takes in what Lake Erie can send her

And the iron boats go as the mariners all know

With the gales of November remembered


In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral

The church bell chimed 'til it rang 29 times, For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call Gitchigumi

Superior, they said, never gives up her dead, When the gales of November come early


Time for Me to Fly

REO Speedwagon

D                                                          A                                           G                                   D

I've been around for you, I've been up and down for you, But I just can't get any relief

I've swallowed my pride for you, I've lived and lied for you

But you still make me feel like a thief


                               A                                           G              D

You got me stealin' your love away 'cause you never give it

Peeling the years away and we can't relive it


G                            D                G                 D-A                                            D-G-A-G-D-G-A-G

Oh I make you laugh, And you make me cry, I believe it's time for me to fly



You said we'd work it out, You said that you had no doubt

That deep down we were really in love

Oh, but I'm tired of holding on, To a feeling I know is gone

I do believe that I've had enough


I've had enough of the falseness of a worn out relation

Enough of the jealousy and the intoleration

Oh I make you laugh, And you make me cry, I believe it's time for me to fly



                              A                               G              D

Time for me to fly, Oh, I've got to set myself free

Time for me to fly, And that's just how it's got to be

G                                           A                                           G-A-D

I know it hurts to say goodbye, But it's time for me to fly


Time in a Bottle

Jim Croce

Dm                                              Gm                                                A

If I could save time in a bottle, The first thing that I'd like to do

Dm                                       Bb       Gm            Dm               Gm                  A

Is to save every day, 'Til eternity passes away, Just to spend them with you


If I could make days last forever, If words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure and then, Again I would spend them with you




But there never seems to be enough time


To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know, That you're the one I want to go through time with


If I had a box just for wishes, And dreams that'd never come true

The box would be empty, Except for the memory of how they were answered by you


Together in the Lord

Chip Fields

D                                 Bm     

Being with you is the life that I’d rather live

            G                                             A

Than to live with all the riches that this world has to give

G                                                         F#m

I would give them all to be with you forevermore

G                                 A                     D

Just you and me together in the Lord


You here with me, and to know that I’ve been set free

Brings a wave of satisfaction like a breeze from the morning sea

And when I am alone with you, you can bet that I’m never bored

Just you and me together in the Lord



G                     A                     D             Bm

How I ever met you is a mystery to me

G                                 A                     D

And mysteries can be a blessed thing

G                                 A               D                      B

I wish I had the courage to say three simple words

Em                                                                              A

You may not know it, I might not show it, but I always want to be with you


The times that hurt the most are the moments we’re apart

Your presence makes the sunshine in a cold and lonely heart

You never turned you back on me for things I can’t afford

Just you and me together in the Lord, You and me together in the Lord



Jerry Chesnut

C                                                                         G

I play an old piano from nine to half past one

D                                                          C                            G                                          

Try to make a livin' watchin' everybody else have fun

C                                                                                         G

Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor

D                            C                                           G

Mercy, look what just walked through that door


               C                           G

Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E

D                                                  C             G

What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?

C                                                G

Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G

D                C                        G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E



I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids


Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids


Told me not to stare ‘cause it was impolite


And did the best she could to try to raise me right


C                                                                                         G

But mama never told me 'bout nothing like a Y-O-U

 D                                                            C                                        G

I bet your mother must have been a good-looking mother, too

               C                                           G

Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G

D                C                        G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E


Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others

But too much something' and not enough another

You've got it all together like a lovin' machine

You're lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream


Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U

And your mama must have been another good lookin' mother too

Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E


Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka poky bait,

That men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate

Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be

Maybe the beginning of a World War III


But, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U

Well, I bet your mama must have been a good lookin' mother too

Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E


Two Guitars

Chip Fields

D         Em      A

D         A         D


G         A         D         B7

Em      C         F#m    A


Unanswered Prayer

Garth Brooks

D                                       G

Just the other night, at a hometown football game

D                           Bm Em                          A7 A

My wife and I ran into my old high school flame

        G             D                      F#                         Bm

And as I introduced them the past came back to me

            G                        Em         G                          A7 A

And I couldn’t help but think the way things used to be


She was the one that I wanted for all time

And each night I’d spend praying that God would make her mine

And if He’d only grant me this wish I wished back then

Then I’d never ask for anything again



                                 D             G

Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayer

      D                                Bm                Em         A

Remember when you’re talking to the Man upstairs

             D                                                     G                        E7

Just because He doesn’t answer, doesn’t mean He doesn’t care

                D                           G         A                    D

Some of God’s greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers


She wasn’t quite the angel that I remembered in my dream

And I could tell the time had changed me, and her eyes too it seemed

We tried to talk about the old days, there wasn’t much we could recall

I guess the Lord knows what He’s doing after all


       G                                   F#m

And as she walked away, I looked at my wife

                        G                             Em                       G              A7 A

And then and there I thanked the good Lord, for the gifts in my life



Wedding Song

Peter, Paul, and Mary

           D                                                  A

He is now to be among you, At the calling of your hearts.

G                                                                                 D

Rest assured this Troubadour, Is acting on His part.

          D                    A                                    G                     D

The union of your spirits here, Has caused Him to remain,

              Bm               D                                  G                     A

For wherever two or more of you, Are gathered in His name

               G                   D-E-G-D

There is love, there is love.


A man shall leave his mother, And a woman leave her home.

They shall travel on to where the two shall be as one.

As it was in the beginning, Is now, and ‘til the end,

Woman draws her life from man, And gives it back again,

And there is love, there is love.


            G                        Em               A                     D

Then what’s to be the reason, For becoming man and wife?

        G                              Em A                                 D

Is it love that brings you here, Or love that brings you life?


For if loving is the answer, Then who’s the giving for?

Do you believe in something that you’ve never seen before?

Oh, there’s love, oh. there’s love.




      D          F#                                         Bm

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

G            A                                   D

Now it looks as though they’re here to stay.

       Bm    E        G        D

Oh, I believe in yesterday.


Suddenly I’m not half the man I used to be,

There’s a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.



     F#        Bm A G               Em            A            D

Why she had to go I don’t know.  She wouldn’t say.

    F#      Bm  A       G                 Em       A        D

I said something wrong; now I long for yesterday.


Yesterday love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.


You’ve Got a Friend

Carole King

G            C            D            C            G            B7

                               Em         B7                          Em            B7       Em7

When you're down and troubled, and you need a helping hand

               Am7       D7sus                   G

And nothing, whoa nothing is going right.

               Em                B7                        Em                   Em7

Close your eyes and think of me, and soon I will be there

      Am7                Bm                        D7sus-D

To brighten up even your darkest nights.



               G            Gmaj7                        C                      Am7-D7sus

You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am

               G-Gmaj7                                                 D7sus

I'll come running, oh yeah baby, to see you again.

G                                            Gmaj7 C                             Em

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call

               C                                           D7                         G

And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.  You've got a friend.


If the sky above you, should turn dark and full of clouds

And that old north wind should begin to blow

Keep your head together and call my name out loud

And soon I will be knocking upon your door. (Refrain)


Fmaj7                                                  C                            G                            Gmaj7

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?  People can be so cold.

               C                            Fmaj7                     Em7                                    A

They'll hurt you and desert you.  Well they'll take your soul if you let them.

Am7                                      D7sus

Oh yeah, but don't you let them.  (Refrain)


Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.  Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.


You've got a friend.