Tablature the poet game - Greg Brown

          



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  From: steidlr@ccmail.orst.edu (Bob Steidl)

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  Subject: CRD:  "The Poet Game" by Greg Brown

  Date: 28 Mar 1995 18:55:00 GMT

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  The Poet Game - by Greg Brown

                  From "The Poet Game"

  

  Played in Open G tuning.

  

        ( D G D G B D )

  G       0 0 5 4 0 0 

  Gmaj7   0 0 4 4 0 0 

  G6      0 0 2 0 0 0 

  G open  0 0 0 0 0 0 

  D7      0 1 2 0 2 0 

  G       5 5 5 5 5 5 

  C       2 2 2 2 2 2 

                  

  Intro:

  

  G   Gmaj7   G6   G open   D7   G (2x)  G

  

  Verse:

  

        G           Gmaj7       G6           G open  

  Down by the river junior year walking with my girl,

  

  D7                     G

  and we came upon a place

  

        G                  Gmaj7          G6             G open  

  There in the tall grass, where a couple had been making love

  

  C                          D7

  and left the mark of their embrace

  

  C                     Em

  I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun"

  

  A                     D7

  She said to me "Let's do the same"

  

        G               Gmaj7           G6           G open  

  And still I taste her kisses and her freckles in the sun

  

  G7

  when I play the poet game.

  

  

  To Intro:

  

  

  A young man in the hill country in the year of '22

  went to see his future bride.

  She lived in a rough old shack that poverty blew through

  She invited him inside.

  She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad,

  she could only offer him bread and her name.

  Grandpa said that was the best gift a fella ever had

  and he taught me the poet game.

  

  I had a friend who drank too much and played too much guitar

  and we sure got along.

  Reel-to-reels rolled across the country near and far

  with letters, poems, and songs

  but these days he won't talk to me and he won't tell me why.

  I miss him every time I say his name.

  I don't know what he's doing or why our friendship died

  while we played the poet game.

  

  The fall rain was pounding down on an old New Hampshire mill

  and the river wild and high.

  I was talking to her while leaves blew down like a sudden chill.

  There was wildness in her eyes.

  We made love like we'd been waiting all our lives for this

  Strangers know no shame.

  But she had to leave at dawn and with a sticky farewell kiss

  left me to play the poet game.

  

  I watched my country turn into a coast-to-coast strip mall

  and I cried out in a song.

  If we could do all that in 30 years, then tell me you all

  Why does good change take so long?  

  Why does the color of your skin or who you choose to love

  still lead to such anger and pain?

  And why do I think it's any help for me to still dream

  of playing the poet game?

  

  Sirens wail above the fields, another soul gone down

  another sun about to rise.

  I've lost track of my mistakes,

  like birds they fly around and darken half my skies.

  To all of those I've hurt, I pray you will forgive me.

  I to you will freely do the same.

  So many things I didn't see, with my eyes turned inside,

  playing the poet game.

  

  I walk out at night to take a leak underneath the stars.

  Oh yeah that's the life for me.

  There's Orion and the Pleiades and I guess that must be Mars.

  All as clear as we long to be.  

  I've sung what I was given, some was bad and some was good.

  I never did know from where it came

  and if I had to do it all again, I am not sure I would

  play the poet game. 

   

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  Bob Steidl                      

  Dept. Fisheries and Wildlife     

  Oregon State University        

  <steidlr@ccmail.orst.edu>       

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