Standard (EADGBE)
Listen
You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you can't even cry
You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you don't even try
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
{ play as before with riff x 4 }
[Unsure of lyrics]
You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you can't even cry
You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you don't even cry
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
You take a walk and you try to understand
Nothing can hurt you
Unless you want it to
There are no answers
Many reasons to be strong
You take a walk you take a walk
You take a walk and you try to understand
[Unsure of lyrics]
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you can't even cry
You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you don't even try
THERE SHE GOES AGAIN
There she goes again
She's out on the street again
She's down on her knees my friend
Won't have to ask her please again
Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do
See her walking down the street
With all your friends she's gonna meet
You'd better hit her
Solo
basically an ^ basically ^
chord ^ chord ^
BURNING DOWN
From the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound
Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
His story's timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound
He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
VOICE OF HAROLD
x 3
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me";
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me";
"The Joy of Knowing Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee;
The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross";
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts...
On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up
in the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel
the devotion and dedication that is poured forth.
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!
"Let your light so shine..."
could not be more aptly applied
as there shines a light from heaven on your heart
through their singing. As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
exemplifies piano artistry. That's Rhonda! An artist!
This album can be the instrument to mend a broken heart
or to straighten out your life through the sincere testimony
in the songs of THE REVELAIRES. A must!
J. Elmo Fagg, founder and leader
of the Blue Ridge Quartet
for 23 Years. Temple Records, LST 390
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The Revelaires, A must.
The Revelaires.
A must, in their home.
BURNING HELL
Women got legs, men got pants
I got the picnic, you got the ants
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell
It's a burning hell
You can burn in Hell
It's a burning hell
You can burn in hell
C B { go back to riff}
It's a burning hell
Women don't fret, boys don't bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
It's a burning hell
It's a burning hell
Baby, baby, baby, I'm hell
It's a burning hell
Girl stop moving, boy behave
Baby, I'll put you in an early grave in hell
Love on the ceiling, love on the floor
I'm gonna leave you burning for more
Burn in the country, burn downtown
All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, hell
It's a burning Hell
You'll burn in hell
It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter
Hell
Oh baby, I'm hell
Burn, Burn, Burn!
WHITE TORNADO
G(3) 10b-(11)-10-8-----8---:||
TOYS IN THE ATTIC
Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you learned behind
Leaving the things that you love behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic
Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you love behind
Leaving the things that you learned behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic
WINDOUT
The song begins with what sounds like a middle A note, or part of an
A chord, with feedback. Not playable on clean guitar so must be
a second guitar line.
Riff 1
The chords here are E for 3 beats
Esus4 for 1 beat
D for 4 beats
This is the "Windout...if you're out of wind" part
Riff2
Simply a quiet but fast-strummed A for 6 beats
followed by a blast of G, with gusto, for 2 beats.
From memory I think it ends on a long E chord.
Lyrics:
Windout - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're really spent
Windout - if you're young and red
Yeah, tick tock, it's tine o'clock
Once is good enough, you really go...
So find out - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're out of sin
Winding up
There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine
No doubt - that you're out of mind
No doubt - that you're young and red
Windout - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're young and red
Windout - if you're out of wind
If you're young and red
Tick tock time to clock my band
Once is good enough, you really go...
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, windout, windout
AGES OF YOU
Riff
Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded attoman as such
Sofa seated one too much
All along the range all along the range
Ages of you
Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
out and down hands, stuck to the left
to the right, you should fall,
the horses just don't gossip anymore
PALE BLUE EYES (The Velvet Underground)
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel just about everything
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Linger on your pale blue eyes
I thought of you as my mountain top
I thought of you as my peak
I thought of you as just about everything
I had but couldn't keep
I had but couldn't keep
Solo
B-4sl6---------8-6-8sl10---10--4sl6-6---6-8-6---8-8-10-8-10---6--8sl10--10-8-10-|
ROTARY 10
BANDWAGON
Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well
--- C A7 F Bb
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon,
The road may be rough, the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs,
a magic kingdom, open-armed
Greet us hello, bravo, name in lights
Passing on the word fellow passengers and players, passing in,
Until you're tired looking at all the flags
And all the banners waving
This is some parade, yesiree Bob.
Could we have known?
Yesiree Bob, could we have known?
Look at all the flags and all the banners waving,
Open up our arms, a magic kingdom, open-armed to greet us all
Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well
--- C A7 F Bb
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon,
The road may be rough, the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs, and wave our flags.
A magic kingdon, greet us all hello, greet us hello, greet us hello.
FEMME FATALE
Here she comes
You better watch your step
She's going to play you for a fool
It's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up just to let you down
What a clown
Chorus
Cause everybody knows
(she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
Your written in her book
Your number thirty-seven take a look
She's going to smile to make you frown
What a clown
She came in from the street
Before you start you're already beat
She's going to play you for a fool
Yes it's true
Chorus twice
Cause everybody knows
(she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
Cause everybody knows
(she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
WALTERS THEME
The song ends with
an E7 chord...
Fig. 1
Fig. 2
Lyrics:
Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Good tasting barbecue
Bring some home to the misses
They'll give you a bag to put it in
This is David, signing off
KING OF THE ROAD (Roger Miller)
Trailers for sale or rent
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars no pool no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
{ somewhere in the course of the whole song they go up a key and
play ...... }
WOLVES, LOWER
Original chords/tab by: ?
Corrections by: the-concourse-on-high
B --10-9-8----| D chord on time
{ "" chord: x06700 "" chord: x07700 }
Riff (x 2)
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out.
Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door.
In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves
House in order
House in order
House in order
House in order
{"" riff}
Down there they're rounding a posse to ride.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out.
Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door.
In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves
House in order
House in order
House in order
House in order
{"" riff}
Down there they're rounding a posse to ride.
(e)77-10- 9--77- 9-7--1212-10- 9--77- 9-7-- etc.
(b)88-10-10--88-10-8--1212-10-10--88-10-8-- etc.
(g)always open, occasionally hit
{* these are the notes, not the strum patterns}
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out.
Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door.
In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves
House in order
House in order
House in order
House in order
{"" riff}
Down there they're rounding a posse to ride.
Gardening at Night by REM
this part is really just kind of a walk.
/sus2: xx0230
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
The yard is nothing but a fence, the sun just hurts my eyes.
Somewhere it must be time for penitence. Gardening at night is never where.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night.
The neighbors go to bed at ten.
Call the prayer line for a change.
The charge is changing every month.
They said it couldn't be arranged.
We ankled up the garbage sound, but they were busy in the rows.
We fell up, not to see the sun, gardening at night just didn't grow.
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night.
Your sister said that you're too young.
They should know they've been there twice.
The call was two and fifty-one.
They said it couldn't be arranged.
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
We ankled up the garbage sound, but they were busy in the rows.
We fell up, not to see the sun, gardening at night just didn't grow.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night.
CARNIVAL OF SORTS (BOX CARS)
A* = Play A/Asus2/Asus4 variations (listen to song to get the feel of it)
: Opening riff
{ * progression}
There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Diminish, a carnival of sorts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.
Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage
Gentlemen don't get caught
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
{ * progression}
There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Diminish, a carnival of sorts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.
Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage
Gentlemen don't get caught
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
Cages under, cages under, cages under cage
Cages under, cages under, cages under cage
Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage
Gentlemen don't get caught
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
{ * progression}
There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Diminish, stranger.
Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage
Gentlemen don't get caught
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town
/
Boxcars (are pulling)
/
out of town.....
/
Boxcars (are pulling)
/
Carnival of sorts
/
out of town.....
/
out of town.....
1,000,000
:
"" chord: "" chord
E --- ---|
B -4- ---|
G -4- ---|
D -4- -2-|
A -2- -2-|
E --- -0-|
{""/"" riff}
Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
All along the tomb, secret in the ruin
{""/"" riff}
Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million years
{""/"" riff}
{""/"" riff}
Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
All along the tomb, secret in the ruin
{""/"" riff}
Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million years
All along, all along all along the tomb
Secret in secret in, secret in the ruin
{""/"" riff}
Secluded in a marker stone
{""/"" riff}
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million years
{"B"/"E" riff to end}
STUMBLE (Version 1)
{ : 577555 : x55787 : 557775 : 335553 }
Intro
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T.
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue. Scan the graveyard, dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T.
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue. Scan the graveyard, dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T.
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue. Scan the graveyard, dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
It was round about midnight. Hipster town.
Imagine going for a walk.
Things get around to taking place. It's not a waste of time.
The rich got a little poorer.
Things get around to taking place. If they're gonna happen at all.
Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff.
It was round about midnight. Hipster town.
It was round about midnight. Hipster town.
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T.
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue. Scan the graveyard, dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
(BONUS TRACK!!!!) FROM THE I.R.S. RE-ISSUE YEARS!
ALL THE RIGHT FRIENDS
one, two, three... A/// B
I know you say
Maybe some day
I need never be alone
I know I say
It's the right way
But you'll never be the one
For a long long, long time
I don't wanna hang out now
With the folks that just stopped by
While you party
You've been looking
But your searching never ends
You've been going
With the wrong crowd
You've got all the right friends
For a long, long time
I don't want to spend now
With the folks...that just aren't mine
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
Rave on!
Fall to...fall to...fall to...fall too
Fall to...fall to...fall to...fall too
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I know you say
Maybe some day
I need never be alone
I know I say
It's the right way
But you'll never be alone
For a long, long time
I don't gotta hang out
With the folks...that just aren't mine
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore