Biography:
A San Francisco Bay Area native, Michael McNevin started his career in 1994 with a six-month stint in New York City, cutting his troubadour teeth in the subways and streets of Greenwich Village.
Now a veteran of the folk scene, Michael has logged 15 years of concerts across the U.S., and he's been a main stager at some of the bigger music festivals around, including the Strawberry, Kerrville, and Philadelphia folk festivals. He's been billed in clubs and halls with the likes of Johnny Cash
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[VERSE]
D
He was fifty I was four
G A
Mr Mayes lived around the corner
Bm7 G
It was a prime location for neighborhood sports
Bm7 G
Dirt clod fights on summer days
A D
It was a place for us to gather
D
Well he'd get fed up with all the noise
G A
And he'd freeze our blood with his voice
Bm7 G
"Hey, you kids, get outta here."
Bm7 G
We'd run some wet their pants in fear
A D
The kids would scream and scatter
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
Well I was slow or just too young
G A
To know what wrong I might have done
Bm7 G
I'd stay behind and out he'd come
Bm7 G
With a gentle smile and a stick of gum
A D
Up close his voice was nicer
D
We'd stand awhile and chew the fat
G A
He'd say, "Which one are you, John, Danny or Pat?"
Bm7 G
I'd say, "Mike," and he'd tip his cap
Bm7 G
And give his head a thoughtful scratch
A D
And it made my answer matter
D
"Well how old are you?" he'd always ask.
G A
And I'd show him four fingers, "Well imagine that,
Bm7 G
You've learned to count. You want more gum?"
Bm7 G
And I'd nod my head and he'd start to laugh
A D
And say, "You look just like your brothers."
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
He'd say, "I bet you know your ABCs."
G A
I'd leave a few out but I'd get to Z.
Bm7 G
He'd say, "Good young man, that was better than me.
Bm7 G
Who knows what you'll grow up to be?
A D
A pitcher or a batter."
D
Well it sure is nice outside today.
G A
Little buddy, why don't you go play?
Bm7 G
But you come by here any day
Bm7 G
And you say hi from Mr. Mayes
A D
To your mommy and your daddy.
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
Well I went by to say hello
G A
But he'd passed on ten years ago.
Bm7 G
It's too late now but I wish I'd known
Bm7 G
I want to hear him say how much I've grown
A D
I want to take him out to dinner.
D
He was fifty I was four
G A
Mr Mayes lived around the corner
Bm7 G
It was a prime location for neighborhood sports
Bm7 G
Dirt clod fights on summer days
A D
It was a place for us to gather
D
Well he'd get fed up with all the noise
G A
And he'd freeze our blood with his voice
Bm7 G
"Hey, you kids, get outta here."
Bm7 G
We'd run some wet their pants in fear
A D
The kids would scream and scatter
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
Well I was slow or just too young
G A
To know what wrong I might have done
Bm7 G
I'd stay behind and out he'd come
Bm7 G
With a gentle smile and a stick of gum
A D
Up close his voice was nicer
D
We'd stand awhile and chew the fat
G A
He'd say, "Which one are you, John, Danny or Pat?"
Bm7 G
I'd say, "Mike," and he'd tip his cap
Bm7 G
And give his head a thoughtful scratch
A D
And it made my answer matter
D
"Well how old are you?" he'd always ask.
G A
And I'd show him four fingers, "Well imagine that,
Bm7 G
You've learned to count. You want more gum?"
Bm7 G
And I'd nod my head and he'd start to laugh
A D
And say, "You look just like your brothers."
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
He'd say, "I bet you know your ABCs."
G A
I'd leave a few out but I'd get to Z.
Bm7 G
He'd say, "Good young man, that was better than me.
Bm7 G
Who knows what you'll grow up to be?
A D
A pitcher or a batter."
D
Well it sure is nice outside today.
G A
Little buddy, why don't you go play?
Bm7 G
But you come by here any day
Bm7 G
And you say hi from Mr. Mayes
A D
To your mommy and your daddy.
[CHORUS]
G A
Well they'd drop their rocks and run away
G A D
Here comes mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
G A D
Mean old Mr. Mayes
[VERSE]
D
Well I went by to say hello
G A
But he'd passed on ten years ago.
Bm7 G
It's too late now but I wish I'd known
Bm7 G
I want to hear him say how much I've grown
A D
I want to take him out to dinner.
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