Tablature a lot like me - Mary Chapin Carpenter

          



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  A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)

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  [Actually in F; capo 5, I think.  Each chord is one measure, except two

  chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]

  

  C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G    C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G

  [intro]

  

           C                       C                         F                F

  He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind

           Dm                   G                C            G

  He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes

        C                            Em                F                   F

  And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night

  Dm                   G               F  -  G         C      G

  Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

  

         C                     C                       F                  F

  So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar

             Dm                G                  C              G

  I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we

  C                                Em                     F                   F

  Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot

          Dm                  G                   F    -   G       C

  In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop

  

               F                       G

  'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams

          C   -   Em           F

  With my cowboy boots and my old six-string

  Dm                   G         C     -     Em            F

    Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

        C                Em/B               Am    -    G            F

  When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

           Dm                      G              F    -   G

  Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me

  C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G

  (me) [instrumental]

  

  He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free

  No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing

  But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind

  So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

  

  So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two

  And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do

  There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them

    all the time

  But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes

  

  'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots

    and my old six-string

  Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

  When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

  Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

  

  C  C  F  F   G  G  C  G    C  Em  F  F   Dm  G  F-G  C

  [violin solo]              [harmonica solo]

  

  Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own

  But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home

  It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound

  But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found

  

  'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots

    and my old six-string

  Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

  When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

           Dm                      G              F    -     G       Am

  Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

           Dm                    G               F    -     G

  Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

  C  C  F  F  G  G  C  C.

  (me) [instrumental]

  

  

  - Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com

  

   


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 A lot like me, de Mary chapin carpenter 

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