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E E A
Up at 4, out the door at 4:05
E E A
bright city lights, what a shitty time to be alive
B
I wanna move out to Lincoln, Montana
C#m
I wanna rage in a black bandana
A
I wanna make a new way to live
E B E
until I die, until I die, until I die
Can’t see the stars, only banks and bars with their neon lights
shave my face, lock up my place, leave for the night
I gave up all my plans and dreams
for minimum wage and TV screens
gotta find a new way to live
before I die, before I die, before I die
I got a cell phone that listens to me and a senator who doesn’t
when I was younger they told me hard work was enough but I always knew it wasn’t
now I’m strugglin to cover rent
I coulda just slept out in a tent
shoulda made a new way to live, like my friends
who are jumpin trains, jumpin trains
(verse 4- first two lines quiet)
but one day soon in the light of the moon, I’m gettin out of here
you can ride with me, we can try to be free, leave behind our fear
it’s the waning days of Babylon
what little we have will soon be gone
if we don’t find a new way to live
before we die, at least we tried, at least we tried
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2. |
Call Me Baby
02:58
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E E
Call me baby, it’s been so long
G#m G#m
Call me baby, though there’s nothin wrong
A A
call me baby, cuz I miss you so
C#m C#m
call me baby, cuz I’m stuck home alone
E F#m
shoot me an email or send me a text
B7 (Bb) G#7
just tell me hello, baby I’ll do the rest
C#m A
you’re working so hard, baby every day
B7 B7
and I spend em here, just missin your face
E E
Call me baby, let’s chat awhile
G#m G#m
Call me baby, lemme make you smile
A A
call me baby, I got you on my mind
C#m C#m
call me baby, call me anytime
E F#m
shoot me an email or send me a text
B7 (Bb) G#7
just tell me hello, baby I’ll do the rest
C#m A
you’re working so hard, baby every day
B7 B7
and I spend em here, just missin your face
C E7 F G7
C7 Db9 Dm E13
Dmaj7 Dmaj7 A7 A7
Bb7 G7 C9 B7
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3. |
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F#m
pee in a cup pay yr rent
B F#m
pray that you dont get sick
F#m
close yr eyes enjoy the taste
B F#m
of every boot you lick
C#m
it’s easier to get by
E B C#m
than it is to think about how hard it is to get by
F#m C#m
it’s ok if you can only keep yr head down and survive
E B
but when and if you can
C#m
please fight back
steal from yr boss
throw shit at cops
shoplift a can of paint
vote, or don’t
but either way
don’t pretend you’re a saint
E A
Are you poor, forlorn and hungry?
E B (7)
Are there lots of things you lack?
E A
Is your life made up of misery?
(A#) B7 E
Then dump the bosses off your back.
Are your clothes all patched and tattered?
Are you living in a shack?
Would you have your troubles scattered?
Then dump the bosses off your back.
cuz if all you need
is three chords and the truth
they’ll give you two and a lie
keep settling for less
and doing your best
for the boss till one day you die
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4. |
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A
come on home, Yankee soldiers, come on home
D A E
although you may have no homes of your own
D A F#m
for 250 years, they’ve used you to spread fear
A E A
don’t let em use you for 250 more.
they sent away your dads to vietnam
under threat of draft and atomic bomb
but after long defeat, they left em broken in the streets
a generation scarred by pointless war
they sent you to iraq and afghanistan
they lied and said they had an exit plan
they took away your youth, had you bombing schools
now they want your kids to do the same
if you stay, yankee soldiers, if you stay
the oil billionaires get richer while taxpayers pay
if we were truly free, we’d fight the real enemy
not be killing folks who never did us harm
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5. |
Cards For An Outlaw
05:13
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A minor
Am /// E7 ///
Bass intro 4 bars
Guitar intro 4 bars
Melody
(Verse 1)
Lord knows I've had a time
Spending all my dollars and saving my dimes
Just to get back home to you
Without worrying what you would have to do
I once was young now I'm getting old
It once was warm now it's getting cold
I once was bought but now I'm sold
Am / E7/ Am ///
And I'm coming back home to you
(Melody)
(Verse 2 - singer 2)
Lord knows I've been doing wrong
Lying and thieving like a country song
Just to get back home to you
Don't ask me what I had to do
The places I've seen, the people I've been
A rich man's share of lives of sin
The fat of the world's what's kept me thin
Now I'm coming back home to you
(Melody)
(Bridge 1- both singers)
Dm /// Am ///
Only the cards know what's ahead
E7 /// Am ///
Nights in the rain or a feather bed
Only I know what's behind
Keep it to myself, don't you pay it no mind
Pre-solo
Am / G / F / E7 x3
F /// E7
Solo (double time)
Am /// Am /// E7 /// E7 /// x8
Dm /// Am /// E7 /// Am/// x2
(Repeat intro & melody guitar only, tempo 1)
(Verse 3, both singers & melody)
Lord knows I've been on the run
Trying to stay ahead of that setting sun
Just to get back home to you
Though I don't know where I'm running to
You hit the road, it just hits you back
ain't nobody to pick up the slack
Everything dies baby, that's a fact
But I'm coming back home to you
(Bridge 2)
(Singer 2)
No one knows the day or hour
(Singer 1)
I drew the fool and you drew the tower
(Both singers)
Man with a gun with the state behind,
Cover your eyes love, cuz justice is blind
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6. |
Tear You Down
02:58
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tear you down
Bb Dm
these hands have made you profit
Bb Eb Bb
these hands have cleaned your stores
Bb Dm Eb
these hands were made for love and peace
Bb F Bb
but you have hardened them for war
(chorus)
Eb F Dm
you should not have monetized my kindness
Eb F Eb Dm Cm
and left me only with violence
Eb F Dm
with ten dirty fingers clenched and dripping blood
Bb F Bb
one day these hands will tear you down, down, down
Bb F Gm
one day these hands will tear you down
Bb F Bb
one day these hands will tear you down
these hands have toiled hours
in your empire they built
these hands are bruised and broken
from bearing all your guilt
(bridge)
Gm Cm Dm Gm
when every modicum of human decency has been co-opted for profit
Cm Dm Gm Cm Dm Eb
rage is all that’s left that belongs to me
Cm
the world took everything from me
Eb F Bb
did it take everything from you?
Eb Dm Cm Eb Dm Cm
let’s get together and finally do
Eb Dm Cm Bb
what we’ve been plotting to do
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7. |
Work Song
02:14
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(Bb Cm F Eb throughout)
I’ve washed dishes for the bosses
I’ve made coffee for the rich
I’ll labor for the wealthy
but I’ll never be their bitch
I’ve worked all through the night
I’ve worked all through the day
they can tell me what I have to do
but never what not to say
(chorus)
Ab Bb
they don’t have to let us unionize
Ab Bb
or negotiate for better pay
Ab Bb
but when they’re beggin the poor for mercy
F F F F F
we’ll laugh and say no way
they can spread out my scheduled hours
stretch me thin but still part time
they can have my battered body
but I won’t let them have my mind
they don’t have to give me benefits
or pay me a living wage
but one day their burning fortunes
will light a brighter age
they can lobby to the government
to let them burn us at both ends
but no corporate exec’s profits
will be worth the poor’s revenge
the time is quickly coming
when we won’t take it anymore
we’ll torch the corporate offices
and barricade the doors
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8. |
Dollar For The Man
04:22
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Am
who will do the dishes after the revolution?
E7 Am
what do I care. I’m the one who’s doin em now
Am
and all I know is somethin’s gotta change around here
E7 Am
someway, anyway, somehow, cuz
C Am
the workday’s gettin longer, the nights are gettin colder
F C G
and my body’s aging faster than I am getting older
C Am
I’m bustin ass, doin the best I can
F E7 Am
but every penny I make’s a dollar for the man
I don’t claim to have the answers but any fool can see what’s wrong
we have fed you for a thousand years, a thousand years too long
count your profits, mark your margins, pretend you cannot hear the cries
of everyone you’ve cheated with your promises and lies
chorus
well I listened to the old songs, I vowed not to be moved
read Kropotkin, Marx, and Goldman, learned the theories that they proved
but somethin still was keeping me from opening my eyes
us workers haven’t got a chance till we kill the boss inside
chorus (we instead of I)
the workday’s gettin longer, the nights are gettin colder
and our bodies are aging faster than we are getting older
We're bustin ass, doin the best we can
but every penny we make’s a dollar for the man
(solo goes here, verse and chorus chords)
when I read the headlines, seems like the battle’s lost
but every single headline was paid for by a boss
and maybe we’re just plantin seeds we’ll never see full grown
but our children might yet live in peace beneath the spreading oaks
(chorus but different lyrics:)
the workdays will get shorter, the nights be filled with laughter
their bodies sharing pleasure with no fear for what comes after
no upper class, no nations to fall
no need for currency, the word dollar meaning nothing at all
C Am
the digger’s dreams come true, no border walls
F E7 An
the earth at last a common treasury for all
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9. |
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Bb
Jesus needed to get away
Eb Bb
so he went to Bethlehem
Bb
didn’t bring salvation,
Eb Bb
just a teenage girl and a dreamed up plan.
Eb F Eb Bb
and he’s got half a face of an old man, half a face young
Eb F Gm
an unseeable color is glowing in his eyes and tongue
Eb F Eb Bb
he’s the two faced king with his head on fire
Gm Bb
oh God is love, but he’s also a liar
Mary raised him working class,
but he never forgot his wealth
he preached to all the lepers
sold em insurance for their health
(and this is what he said)
Bb F
You will eat, by and by
Eb Bb
in that glorious land above the sky (way up high)
Eb Bb
work and pray, do as I say
Bb F Bb
and you’ll eat pie in the sky when ya die
(2x)
but that’s a lie cuz
Heaven’s a gated community
St. Peter carries a gun
the angels formed a neighborhood watch
to keep out God’s other sons
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X Dirty Fingers Florida
gay ass folk punk from the swamps of Central Florida
Taryn (she/her) on guitar and vocals
Ali (he/him) on banjo and vocals
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