Twelve Golden Country Greats Album (chords) Ver 1 by Ween
Ween - Twelve Golden Country Greats Album (chords) ver 1 guitar tab
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Date: Thu, 24 Oct 1996 14:26:10 -0600
From: Greg Staggs
Subject: Re: Ween 12 Golden Country Greats
I�M HOLDING YOU
E B7
I�m flying [flying] in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I�m seein� [seeing] the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I�m scopin� [scoping] all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
B7 E
And I�m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I�m
holding you
E B7
I�m breathing [breathing] the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of
oxygen
B7 E
I�m climbin [climbing] the walls to where good and evil make amends
E E7 A
I�m trippin�, [tripping] writhin� and squealin�, pukin� , lookin� for
someone like you
B7 E
And I�m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I�m
holding you
[JAM]
E B7
I�m flying [flying] in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I�m seein� [seeing] the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I�m scopin� [scoping] all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
B7 E
And I�m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I�m
holding you
B7 E
And I�m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I�m
holding you
JAPANESE COWBOY
INRO: [G...G...C...{C.F.} ]
{C F} C F C
Like a Japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
F C F G
Like a blizzard in Georgia or a train running late
F C F C
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
F C G C
and nobody answers cause something ain�t right
F C F C
Breakfast at Shoney�s at two ninety-nine
F C F G
Saved me some money and eased up my mind
F C F G
I�m walking in circles and feeling the pain
F C F G F
I�m tossing and turning And crying in vain
C F C F C
Like a Japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
F C F G
Like a blizzard in Georgia or a train running late
F C F C
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
F C G C
and nobody answers cause something ain�t right
[ JAM: C...C...F...F...G...G...C...C.F. ]
F C F C
I�m riding at midnight and crossing the line
F C F G
From the rain In my windshield and the tears in my eyes
F C F C
Now the bedroom is empty and I spent my last dime
F C F G F G
And the lovers are leaving I got nothing but time, I got
you on my mind
CHORUS AND END
PISS UP A ROPE
[INTRO: G...D...G...G...]
G
My dinner�s on fire while she watches T.V.
C
And if you ever wonder what it�s like to be me
G
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
D
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
G
I ^�m breakin� my back doin the best that I can
C
She�s got time for the dog and none for her man
G D G
And I�m no dope, but I can�t cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a
rope
G
A - you can --- piss.... up a rope
C
And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin�
G
Pack your bag I don�t need the ag
D
On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin�
G
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
C
Now you�re up shit�s creek with a turd for a paddle
G D G
And I can�t cope, a- piss up a rope
A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last six months I been packin� your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I�m sick of your mouth and your two percent milk
And I can�t cope, a - piss up a rope
CHORUS
CHORUS END
I DON�T WANNA LEAVE YOU ON THE FARM
C Am
I don�t wanna leave you on the farm, I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
C Am F C G Am
I don�t wanna go, ah just so you know; I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
Am Em F C Am F C
Days go by and I�m still high, but you know, I�m thinkin� about you
Am Em F C F G C
Corn�s turned brown, leaves fall to the ground It�s a sound that
reminds me of you
C Am
I don�t wanna leave you on the farm, I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
C Am F C G Am
I don�t wanna go, ah just so you know; I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
Am Em F C Am F C
No telephone to call you at home I�m alone ---- -- on the throne
Am Em F C F G C
Go get something hey, thanks for nothin I�ll keep truckin� and gettin�
myself stoned
C Am
I don�t wanna leave you on the farm, I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
C Am F C G Am
I don�t wanna go, ah just so you know; I don�t wanna leave you on the
farm
Am Em F C Am F C
Days go by and I�m still high, but you know, I�m thinkin� about you
Am Em F C F G C
Corn�s turned brown, leaves fall to the ground It�s a sound that
sticks like glue
JAM AND END
PRETTY GIRL
E...D...A...A...
A D A
There�s a sweater wearin�, coat totin�, boot footin�, good lookin�
man -- on town
E
There�s a smooth talkin� funny walkin� dude around
A D A A D A A D A A D A
There�s a pretty girl and she sees him walkin� lookin� him up and down
A D A D A D A E
She thinks she�d like to roll and rock him, turn his life around
A D A
There�s a scum suckin lip fuckin� bad ole truck drivin� man -- on
town
E
There�s a boot lickin� hind tickin� dude around
A D A A D A A D A A D A
There�s a pretty girl and he sees her walkin� lookin� her up and down
A D A D A D A E
He like for her to roll and rock him, turn his life around
A D A
There�s a sweater wearin�, coat totin�, boot footin�, good lookin�
man -- on town
E
There�s a smooth talkin� funny walkin� dude around
A D A A D A A D A A D A
There�s a pretty girl and she sees him walkin� lookin� him up and down
A D A D A D A E
She thinks she�d like to roll and rock him, turn his life around
A
Turn his life around ---- turn his life around
POWDER BLUE
RIFF:
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G# G C G# G C
Powder blue, powder blue, what can you do? she�s powder blue
G# G C G# G C
Powder blue, powder blue, what can you do? she�s powder blue
Am C
I�ll be true, [bop bah] my powder blue, [powder blue]
Am G RIFF
it�s all for you , [bop bah] it�s all for you [and you know
it]
G# G C G# G C
Powder blue, powder blue, the seventh son of Orion with me too
G# G C G# G C
Powder blue, powder blue, how do you do? come walk with me now,
powder blue
Am C
Powder blue, [bop bah] powder blue, [powder blue]
Am G RIFF
it�s all for you , it�s all for you [and you can feel that ]
G# G C G# G C
Powder blue, oh powder blue, I got this feelin� powder blue
G# G C G# G C
Oh Powder blue, powder blue, it�s in my head for you
Am C
I�ll be true, [bop bah] my powder blue, [powder blue]
Am G RIFF, AD LIB
it�s all for you , [bop bah] it�s all for you
MR. RICHARD SMOKER
[C] Boodley bah boo [Dm] Boodley bah boo [F] Boodley bah boo
bah [G]
C CC#oDm G
Mr. Richard Smoker, You�re a poopy poker, Chardonnay and cocaine in
the spa
G7
Cigarrettes and coffee breath, Little boys on crystal meth
G7 F7 F7 G7 G7
Tonight we�ll tango in the street, you eat -- dark meat
C CC#oDm G
Mr. Richard Smoker, You�re a chicken choker, Tonite you�re gonna let
it all hang out
G7
Panty hose and Aqua Net, smoking menthal cigarettes
G7 F7 F7 G7 G7
Tonight we�ll tango in the street, you eat -- dark meat
[C] Boodley bah boo [Dm] Boodley bah boo [F] Boodley bah boo
bah [G]
SMOKE! [JAM ]
F7 F7 G7 G7
You eat -- dark meat
[C] Boodley bah boo [Dm] Boodley bah boo [F] Boodley bah boo
bah [G]
C CC#oDm G
Mr. Richard Smoker, You�re an Ono Yoker, Cognac and black coffee with
the boys
G7
Dancin� in your buster browns, whirlin� to that techno sound
G7 F7 F7 G7 G7
Your hands are wet, your hair is slick, you smoke -- big
dick
C CC#oDm G
Mr. Richard Smoker, You�re a velvet coker, Bruce and Jeff will pick
you up at ten
G7
Goin out, dancing in the city, Friday night, gotta look pretty
G7 F7 F7 G7 G7
Tonight we�ll tango in the street, you eat -- dark meat
[C] Boodley bah boo [Dm] Boodley bah boo [F] Boodley bah boo
bah [G]
[D] Boodley bah boo [Em] Boodley bah boo [G] Boodley bah boo
bah [A]
[E] Boodley bah boo [F#m] Boodley bah boo [A] Boodley bah boo
bah [B]
[F#] Boodley bah boo [G#m] Boodley bah boo [B] Boodley bah boo
bah [C#] [C#]
HELP ME SCRAPE THE MUCUS OFF MY BRAIN
G...Bm.Am.G...
Am D G D/F# Em
I guess it�s something in my brain -- I need whiskey to ease the pain
C D G Bm Am G
But it�s early in the morning and I�m feeling bad again
C D G D/F# Em
But if you ever loved me -- you�ll go easy on me now
A7 D
Fix me up a cup of coffee and in a while I�ll come around
Am D G Em
I think I�ll spend the dogfood money -- but he�ll love me just the
same
C D G Bm Am G
But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my
brain
[JAM]
Am D G D/F# Em
It�s a shame when morning hurts -- I�ve seen bad and I�ve seen worse
C D G Bm Am G
it�s the nature of my being -- I took some money from your purse
C D G D/F# Em
Now a Frenchman loves to party and I know he�s not to blame
A7 D
But the way you�re lookin� at me baby -- I just can�t help but feel
the shame
Am D G Em
I think I�ll spend the dogfood money -- but he�ll love me just the
same
C D G Bm Am G
But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my
brain
C D G Bm Am G
But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my
brain
You Were the Fool
E
Bless the father bless the sun, cross your heart cause you're the on
Asus4 E
Collecting moonbeams in the morning
E
Curvy sticks and wooden poles assisting you in plugging holes
Asus4 E
Plug them holes until you see straight through to the minds eye
D A
Think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound
Am7 A6/7sus4
Of Jim and Dan prancing around the pool
E A E
You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you, you were the fool
D A E
But there's something you can do
You can wash your arm in a pool of mud, you can chop a tree to prevent
a flood
You can speak with a turtle just by flipping him around
You can build a boat and sail the sea, you can buy a moat and forge a
key
Initiate the sequence, create catastrophe
CHORUS
REPEAT 1st VERSE
D A
Think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound
Am7 A6/7sus4
Of Jim and Dan prancing around the pool
E A E
You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you, you were the fool
D C
E
But there's something you can do you were the fool
FLUFFY
D Em D Em
Fluffy, furry buddy, chewed his leg on the porch
D F/D G
Why�d you do it Fluffy - on the porch
D Em D Em
Good dog Fluffy, old friend, my pal
D F/D G
Fluffy�s got his buddy, on the porch
D Em D Em
Penny - she�s my girlie, she sits here with me, on the porch
D F/D G
Penny looks so pretty, on the porch
D Em D Em
Penny takes Fluffy -- for a walk -- out on the path
D F/D G
Fluffy chases the other doggies -- on the path
D Em D Em
The pig says to Penny �get Fluffy back on the porch�
D F/D G
So me and Fluffy and Penny are on the Porch
D Em D Em D F/D G REPEAT
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