GARLAND JIM - "Scratch Paper Songs" Tablature
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Verse 1:
G C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour,
G C G/B
and all of my old friends could come along,
Am C and I could make us all rich and famous
Am C D
just by playin' old scratch paper songs.
Verse 2:
G C
I wish I had a beer for every chord
G C
I've ever sat and played when I was bored.
C G/B Am
(Am) C
I wish I knew exactly what it meant
Am C D
every time she came, and heard, and went.
Chorus:
C D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
G C
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
like she did in that old bar;
C D(7)
Where the smoke was thick and the lights were low,
G C
But the pretty women would sometimes go,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
To hear me play my old guitar.
Verse 3:
G C
But I can't see myself in front of crowds
G C G/B
and I like the simple words and simple sounds.
Am C My hands are worn and still I play
Am C D
and hope she hears my songs again one day.
Chorus (2):
C D(7)
But the last time that I ever saw her
G C
she was uptown livin' with a big time lawyer;
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
A diamond ring, and a fancy car.
C D(7)
And I laughed to think she used to know
G D
all the names and faces where lost souls go,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
To hear me play my old guitar.
Bridge:
D9sus(slide) C G Am
Lord,I . . . know if it would only bring her back
G Bm
I'd sell my songs for pennies;
C D
These old worn out lines I scratch.
C D(7)
But it'd be worth all the sour notes,
G D
and the misplaced words, and the songs I wrote
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
to have her hear my old guitar.
Verse 4:
G C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour.
G C G/B
I wish I could tell you all the reasons why
Am C I can't write a song to make me famous
Am C D
and I find myself just barely gettin by.
Chorus (3):
C D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
G C
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
then I would know I'd made it far.
C D(7)
Just to see her sing my songs again
G D
in the going crowd, when its growing thin,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
to the sound of my guitar.
Verse 1:
G C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour,
G C G/B
and all of my old friends could come along,
Am C and I could make us all rich and famous
Am C D
just by playin' old scratch paper songs.
Verse 2:
G C
I wish I had a beer for every chord
G C
I've ever sat and played when I was bored.
C G/B Am
(Am) C
I wish I knew exactly what it meant
Am C D
every time she came, and heard, and went.
Chorus:
C D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
G C
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
like she did in that old bar;
C D(7)
Where the smoke was thick and the lights were low,
G C
But the pretty women would sometimes go,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
To hear me play my old guitar.
Verse 3:
G C
But I can't see myself in front of crowds
G C G/B
and I like the simple words and simple sounds.
Am C My hands are worn and still I play
Am C D
and hope she hears my songs again one day.
Chorus (2):
C D(7)
But the last time that I ever saw her
G C
she was uptown livin' with a big time lawyer;
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
A diamond ring, and a fancy car.
C D(7)
And I laughed to think she used to know
G D
all the names and faces where lost souls go,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
To hear me play my old guitar.
Bridge:
D9sus(slide) C G Am
Lord,I . . . know if it would only bring her back
G Bm
I'd sell my songs for pennies;
C D
These old worn out lines I scratch.
C D(7)
But it'd be worth all the sour notes,
G D
and the misplaced words, and the songs I wrote
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
to have her hear my old guitar.
Verse 4:
G C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour.
G C G/B
I wish I could tell you all the reasons why
Am C I can't write a song to make me famous
Am C D
and I find myself just barely gettin by.
Chorus (3):
C D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
G C
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C G/B Am
(Am) C/G D/F#
then I would know I'd made it far.
C D(7)
Just to see her sing my songs again
G D
in the going crowd, when its growing thin,
C G/B Am
(Am) C D
to the sound of my guitar.
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