Message-ID: Sender: news@news.cis.umn.edu (Usenet News Administration) Nntp-Posting-Host: maroon.tc.umn.edu Organization: University of Minnesota, Twin Cities Date: Wed, 18 Jan 1995 17:27:05 GMT Lines: 82 Xref: news.ttu.edu alt.guitar.tab:25555 rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature:28618 A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter) ------------------------------------- [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_.] in[FG tro] 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 CG (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 vi[F F GGCGha[EF F DmC-G olin solo] rmonica 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. instrumental (me) ==-=--=---=----=-----=-------=---------=---------=-------=-----=----=---=--=-== Adam Schneider schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu Minneapolis, MN Mail me if you want guitar chords for Mary-Chapin Carpenter, Indigo Girls, Suzanne Vega, Lucinda Williams, etc. ==-=--=---=----=-----=-------=---------=---------=-------=-----=----=---=--=-==