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A young lonely ranch-hand

Eb Dm

takes shape in James’ mind,

Gm Eb

As he slows behind snow-ploughs,

Bb Dm

quick-naps at a Daze-Inn,

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Gm

Then he steered through clear

Eb Bb Dm

traffic, babe-nephew to christen,

Eb Bb

And blew past green road-signs

F Cm7 Fsus,F7

to North Carolin’

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While musing o’er hues in his

F7 Bb

faux-cowboy’s scarf

Gm Eb Bb

Far-off plays this tune which we all know

F

as fine,

Eb F7 Bb

A choir, disembodied seems mainly to laugh

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Gm Eb

And he ponders, horse-powering

Bb

across the state line,

C7sus C7 Fsus F7

As the moon starts her upward incline;

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Bb Eb F7 Bb

Slow-down for road construction,

Gm Eb Bb

Day-dreaming beer and old flames,

Gm Eb Bb

Surgical blue’s not the color

to choose

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C7sus C7

We’re glad he must have stopped

Fsus F7

for caffeine:

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His fans adore sweet baby James.

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Now the Great Lakes on Monday

Eb Dm

Were dreary with snow,

Gm Eb

And so per my e-mails were

Bb Dm

D.C. and Boston,

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Gm Eb

Lord, their Dad’s prone to SAD

Bb Dm

by account of our offspring,

Eb Bb F

Most worklife behind me, a few

Cm7 Fsus,F7

winter months to go;

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EbThere’s an earworm that plays F7 Bb when I’m stuck in the sigh-way Gm EbA sad song contrived on a Bb Fdrive by “J T”, Eb F7 A song we’ll escape where old fogeys Bbretire

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Gm Eb Bb

Unsaddle that song and its two

puzzling themes,

C7sus C7

When we take to our place

Fsus, F7

near the sea.

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Bb Eb

So Ciao, frozen char from

F7 Bb

the Arctic

Gm Eb Bb

Hey there, fresh flounder and grits,

Gm Eb Bb

The earworm is shared by a work-friend

named Shaun

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C7sus C7

He helps shake me out of

Fsus,F7

my sad-fits

Eb

We’re both great fans of

F7 Bb F7sus,Bb

Sweet Baby James.

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A young lonely ranch-hand takes shape in James’ mind

As he slows behind snow-ploughs, quick-naps at a Day’s Inn;

Then he steered through clear traffic babe-nephew to christen,

And blew past green road-signs to North Carolin’.

While musing o’er hues in his faux-cowboy’s scarf

Far-off plays this tune which we all know as fine,

A choir, disembodied, seems mainly to laugh,

And he ponders, horse-powering across the state line

As the moon starts her upward incline.

Slow-down for road construction,

Day-dreaming beer and old flames.

Surgical blues aren’t the colors to choose -

We’re glad he must have stopped for caffeine:

His fans adore Sweet Baby James.

Now the Great Lakes on Monday were dreary with snow,

And so per my e-mails were D.C. and Boston;

Lord, their Dad’s prone to SAD by account of our offspring,

Most worklife behind me, a few winter months to go.

There’s an earworm that plays when I’m stuck in the sigh-way

A sad song contrived on a drive by “JT”,

A song we’ll escape where old fogeys retire,

We’ll unsaddle that song and its two puzzling themes

When we take to our place near the sea.

‘

So Ciao, frozen char from the Arctic

Hello, fresh flounder and grits;

The earworm is shared by a work-friend named Shaun,

Who helps shake me out of my sad fits.

We’re both great fans of Sweet Baby James.

A [F] young lonely [C] ranch-hand takes [Bb] shape in James’ [Am] mind,

As he [Dm] slows behind [Bb] snow-ploughs, quick-[F]-naps at a [Am] Daze-Inn;

Then he [Dm] steered through clear [Bb] traffic babe-[F]-nephew to [Am] christen,

And [Bb] blew past [F] green road-signs to [C] North Caro-[Gm]–lin’ [C7].

While [Bb] musing o’er hues in his [C7] faux-cowboy’s [F] scarf

Far-[Dm] M-off plays this using while [Bb] crossing Vir-[F] ginia state [C] fine

Im-[Bb]-ag’ning the hues in his [C7] faux cowboy’s [F] scarf

Far off [Dm] plays this [Bb] tune which we [F] all know as fine,

Dis-[G7sus]-embodied [G7] voice seems to [C7sus] laugh [C7].

[F] Slowdown [Bb] for road con-[C7] -struc-[F]-tion,

[Dm] Day-dreaming [Bb] beer and old [F] flames.

[Dm] Surgical blues [Bb] aren’t the [F] colors to choose,

We’re glad [G7sus] you must have [G7] stopped for caff-[C7sus]-eine [C7].

His [Bb] fans adore [C7] Sweet Baby [F] James. [C7sus], [F]

Now [F] the Great Lakes on [C] Monday were [Bfl] dreary with [Am] snow,

And [Dm] so per my [Bb] e-mails were [F] D.C. and [Am] Boston,

Lord, their [Dm] Dad’s prone to [Bb] SAD by [F] account of our [Am] offspring,

Most [Bb] worklife be-[F]-hind me, a [C] few winter months to [Gm7] go[C7]

There’s an [Bb] earworm that plays when I’m [C7] stuck in the [F] sigh-way

[Dm] Contrived on a [Bb] drive to the [F] South by [C] “J.T.” ,

It’s a [Bb] sad song that seems to have [C7] 2 puzzling [F] themes

Maybe [Dm] I can es-[Bb]-cape it where old [F] fogeys retire,

When we [G7sus] take to our [G7] place near the [C7sus] sea [C7].

So [F] Ciao, frozen [Bb] char from the [C7] Arc-[F]-tic

[Dm] Hey there, fresh [Bb] flounder and [F] grits,

The [Dm] earworm is [Bb] shared by a [F] work-friend named Shaun,

Who helps [G7sus] shake me out [G7] of my sad [C7sus] fits [C7].

We’re both [Bb] great fans of [C7] Sweet Baby [F] James. [C7sus], [F]