Mary Chapin Carpenter - A Lot Like Me Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

Em/B

variations
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
4
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 5 fret

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

Intro

He was a Clong tall stranger from Cway down south where he'd Fleft his life behFind He had a Dmbig old Gibson and a Gpickup truck and CShenandoah eyGes And I Cremember him sitting in that Emlocal bar where I Fearned my pay each nFight DmSinging my songs to eGmpty chairs and Fgoing Ghome half Ctight G So the Cnights rolled by like Cheadlights shining on a Flonesome strip of tFar I kept his Dmwords of kindness Gclose to me like a Cpick on my guitGar; And we CTalked about the singers and the Emsongs we loved and the Fsongs we'd most forgFot In that Dmrun-down bar they'd Gmake last call and IF'd never Gwant to Cstop 'Cause I was Fliving on nothing but a Gyoung girl's dreams With my Ccowboy bEmoots and my oFld six-string Dm Hitching my wagon tGo a star, Cdreaming of Emleaving those Flocal bars When IC'd get him up at Em/Bclosing time for a Amcouple of sGongs and a chFance to shine Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhelluva lGot like me C(meC) [FinsFtruGmenGtalC] G 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 Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhell of a lGot like Amme Like the Dmstar that he'd always Gbe, he looked a Fhell of a lGot like me C(meC) [FinsFtruGmenGtalC] C

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