YOUNG NEIL - "Ambulance Blues" Tablature
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Guitar tune down one step: D G C F A D Harmonica: Bb Picking Pattern: D------------------------------------------ A----1-------1-------1--------------------- F--------0-------0-------0----------------- C------2-------2-------2------------------- G--3-------3-------3----------------------- D------------------------------------------ C----------------------------------> Intro: D----------0----0h3---0----0------3---1---- A--1---3--------1-----1----1--1------------ F--0----------------------------2-------2-- C----2-------2------2------2--3-----3------ G--3-----3------3-------3------------------ D------------------------------------------ C -----------------------> F----------> D----1---0------------------0--0-------0--- A------------1----0-----0h1----0-----3----- F------2-------2-------------------0------- C--3-------3----------2----------2--------- G-------------------0---------------------- D------------------------------0----------- F---> Fmaj7----> Am-------> Em-------> D------2---0---2---2----------------------- A----------------------3------------------- F----2-------2-------2--------------------- C--0-----0-------0-------0----------------- G------------------------------------------ D------------------------------------------ D---------------------------> C F Back in the old folky days Am Em D The air was magic when we played C F The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Am Em D Midnight was the time for the raid G Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela Am They tore you down and plowed you under Bm C You're only real with your make-up on G D How could I see you and stay too long C F All along the Navajo Trail Am Em D Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails. C F Waitresses are cryin' in the rain Am Em D Will their boyfriends pass this way again G Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids Am Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids Bm C She needs someone that she can scream at G D And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad C F I guess I'll call it sickness gone Am Em D It's hard to say the meaning of this song C F An ambulance can only go so fast Am Em D It's easy to get buried in the past C F Am Em D When you try to make a good thing last Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am G I saw today in the entertainment section Am There's room at the top for private detection Bm C To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter G D But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper C F So all you critics sit alone Am Em D You're no better than me for what you've shown C F With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams Am Em D We could get together for some scenes Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am G Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive And out on the corner it's half past five But the subways are empty And so are the cafes Except for the Farmer's Market And I still can hear him say You're all just pissin' in the wind You don't know it but you are And there ain't nothin' like a friend Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he's talking to Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you
Guitar tune down one step: D G C F A D Harmonica: Bb Picking Pattern: D------------------------------------------ A----1-------1-------1--------------------- F--------0-------0-------0----------------- C------2-------2-------2------------------- G--3-------3-------3----------------------- D------------------------------------------ C----------------------------------> Intro: D----------0----0h3---0----0------3---1---- A--1---3--------1-----1----1--1------------ F--0----------------------------2-------2-- C----2-------2------2------2--3-----3------ G--3-----3------3-------3------------------ D------------------------------------------ C -----------------------> F----------> D----1---0------------------0--0-------0--- A------------1----0-----0h1----0-----3----- F------2-------2-------------------0------- C--3-------3----------2----------2--------- G-------------------0---------------------- D------------------------------0----------- F---> Fmaj7----> Am-------> Em-------> D------2---0---2---2----------------------- A----------------------3------------------- F----2-------2-------2--------------------- C--0-----0-------0-------0----------------- G------------------------------------------ D------------------------------------------ D---------------------------> C F Back in the old folky days Am Em D The air was magic when we played C F The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Am Em D Midnight was the time for the raid G Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela Am They tore you down and plowed you under Bm C You're only real with your make-up on G D How could I see you and stay too long C F All along the Navajo Trail Am Em D Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails. C F Waitresses are cryin' in the rain Am Em D Will their boyfriends pass this way again G Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids Am Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids Bm C She needs someone that she can scream at G D And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad C F I guess I'll call it sickness gone Am Em D It's hard to say the meaning of this song C F An ambulance can only go so fast Am Em D It's easy to get buried in the past C F Am Em D When you try to make a good thing last Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am G I saw today in the entertainment section Am There's room at the top for private detection Bm C To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter G D But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper C F So all you critics sit alone Am Em D You're no better than me for what you've shown C F With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams Am Em D We could get together for some scenes Harmonica: G C G C Am G C G C Am G Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive And out on the corner it's half past five But the subways are empty And so are the cafes Except for the Farmer's Market And I still can hear him say You're all just pissin' in the wind You don't know it but you are And there ain't nothin' like a friend Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he's talking to Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you
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