BCack in the old folky days F TAmhe air was magiEmc when we played D TChe river boat was rocking in the rainF MAmidnight was the timEme for the raid D OGh Isabella, Proud Isabella TAmhey tore you down and plowed you under YBmou're only real with your makeupC on HGow could I see you Dand stay too long ACll along the Navaho Trail F bAmurnouts stub their toEmes on garbage pails D WCaitresses crying in the rainF WAmill their boyfriends pEmass this way again? D OGh Mother Goose, she's on the skids tAmhe shoe* ain't happy neither are the kids SBmhe needs someone that she cCan scream at AGnd I'm such at heel foDr making her so bad IC guess I'll call it sickness gone F IAmt's hard to say the meEmaning to this song D ACn ambulance can only go so fast F IAmt's easy to get buEmried in the past D WChen you try to make a good thing lasFtStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Am Em DIG saw today, in the entertainment section TAmhere's room at the top for private detection TBmo Mom and Dad thCis just doesn't matter BGut it's either that orD pay off the kidnappers SCo all you critics sit alone F YAmou're no better than meEm for what you've shown D WCith your stomach pump and your hook and ladder drFeams WAme could get togetherEm for some scenes D WGell I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive aAmnd out on the corner it's half past five BBmut the subways are empty anCd so are the cafes EGxcept for the Farmer's Market anDd I can still hear him sayin' "CYou're all just pissin' in the wind F YAmou don't know itEm but you are" D ACnd there ain't nothing like a frFiend WAmho can tell you you're just piEmssin' in the windD IG never knew a man could tell so many lies hAme had a different story for every set of eyes HBmow can he remember whCo he's talking to?
G DCGause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you >From _Neil Young Complete Music Volume III (1974-1979)_