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Tavern Blues By Rich Dombroskie
[Intro]
E D E D
C D E C7 B7 E
[Verse 1]
E D
I was driving on a north eastern Higway
E
Heading down to Old Wilno Town
E
The sun was just a setting
C D E
Turning the hills into a golden brown
C7
I suddenly turned to my right
B7 E
When the lighted Tavern came into sight
[Verse 2]
E D
I thought just a cold glass of brew
E
Would chase away some of my blues
E
So I walked into the bar room
C D E
Heard someone playing a tune
E C7
He was picking on an old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
[Verse 3]
E D
As I downed my cold lager beer
E
I moved closer, so I could hear
E C
The song that he was singing
C D E
Had everyone up and swaying
E C7
While he was picking at his guitar
B7 E
Sounded like some forgotten star
[Verse 4]
E D
His songs all told a story
E
About his days of glory
C
Some sounded rather jolly
D E
While others showed his melancholy
E C7
He was picking at his old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
[Verse 5]
E D
A dozen or more cold ones
E
I guessed it was my time to run
E C
His carefully chosen lyrics
D E
Took me home to my dearest
E C7
And just picking at his old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
[Intro]
E D E D
C D E C7 B7 E
[Verse 1]
E D
I was driving on a north eastern Higway
E
Heading down to Old Wilno Town
E
The sun was just a setting
C D E
Turning the hills into a golden brown
C7
I suddenly turned to my right
B7 E
When the lighted Tavern came into sight
[Verse 2]
E D
I thought just a cold glass of brew
E
Would chase away some of my blues
E
So I walked into the bar room
C D E
Heard someone playing a tune
E C7
He was picking on an old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
[Verse 3]
E D
As I downed my cold lager beer
E
I moved closer, so I could hear
E C
The song that he was singing
C D E
Had everyone up and swaying
E C7
While he was picking at his guitar
B7 E
Sounded like some forgotten star
[Verse 4]
E D
His songs all told a story
E
About his days of glory
C
Some sounded rather jolly
D E
While others showed his melancholy
E C7
He was picking at his old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
[Verse 5]
E D
A dozen or more cold ones
E
I guessed it was my time to run
E C
His carefully chosen lyrics
D E
Took me home to my dearest
E C7
And just picking at his old guitar
B7 E
Sounding like some forgotten star
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