Biography:
Arthur Russell (May 21 1951 - April 4, 1992) was a prodigious talent. Classically trained on cello while growing up in Oskaloosa, Iowa, Arthur studied with Ali Akbar Khan in San Francisco in the early 1970's.
During this period he also collaborated with Allen Ginsberg, accompanying him on cello while Ginsberg read or sang. Russell also spent time in a Buddhist commune in California; he left when they decided to collectivize his cello.
By the mid-1970's Russell relocated to New York City, where he studied at The Manhattan School of Music.
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[Intro]
A E Bm E (x2)
[Monologue]
A E Bm E (x14 underneath monologue)
In Iowa, in the tall grass, there'??s a couple
She'??s very young and he's a young preacher
And every day they would go out
To the fields where nothing is planted
And lie in the tall grass
But one day he called her into the sanctuary
And he said
"??Kate, I'??ve been touched by the Lord;
I don'??t need you any more."
And she didn'??t know what to think
But she loved the Lord
So she just leaned back in the pew
And thought about the tall grass and said
"??Reverend,"?? she said, "??Reverend,"
"Reverend, the only reason I did it is to find out what it'??s like."
A E Bm E
[Verse 1]
F#m A E
Oh, give me the truth to me
Bm E
And tell me of what I see
A F#m
A feeling there must be
Bm E
An answer for me
F#m A E
I feel like I ache all over
Bm E
Inside my heart is so, so
A E
Troubled I feel like I could die
F#m Bm E
Oh is this what love'??s supposed to be?
[Chorus]
A E
But I, I'??m not one to gamble
F#m
And I don'??t need to scramble
F#m
I didn'??t know that love would strike me
Bm E A
But this is what it'??s like
Bm E A
This is what it'??s like
[Break]
A E Bm E (x2)
[Verse 2]
F#m A E
On Sunday I read somewhere
Bm E
That real love is heart and soul
A E F#m
Yeah, but only a master
Bm E
could understand that
F#m A E
I left that old magazine
Bm E
and walked out into the green
A E F#m
of summer, I felt like I could cry
Bm
But in the grass I only sat
[Chorus]
A E
Well I, I?'m not one to gamble
F#m
And I don't need to scramble
F#m
I didn'??t know that love would strike me
Bm E A
But this is what it'??s like
Bm E A
This is what it'??s like
[Outro]
A E Bm E (x4)
A E Bm E (x2)
[Monologue]
A E Bm E (x14 underneath monologue)
In Iowa, in the tall grass, there'??s a couple
She'??s very young and he's a young preacher
And every day they would go out
To the fields where nothing is planted
And lie in the tall grass
But one day he called her into the sanctuary
And he said
"??Kate, I'??ve been touched by the Lord;
I don'??t need you any more."
And she didn'??t know what to think
But she loved the Lord
So she just leaned back in the pew
And thought about the tall grass and said
"??Reverend,"?? she said, "??Reverend,"
"Reverend, the only reason I did it is to find out what it'??s like."
A E Bm E
[Verse 1]
F#m A E
Oh, give me the truth to me
Bm E
And tell me of what I see
A F#m
A feeling there must be
Bm E
An answer for me
F#m A E
I feel like I ache all over
Bm E
Inside my heart is so, so
A E
Troubled I feel like I could die
F#m Bm E
Oh is this what love'??s supposed to be?
[Chorus]
A E
But I, I'??m not one to gamble
F#m
And I don'??t need to scramble
F#m
I didn'??t know that love would strike me
Bm E A
But this is what it'??s like
Bm E A
This is what it'??s like
[Break]
A E Bm E (x2)
[Verse 2]
F#m A E
On Sunday I read somewhere
Bm E
That real love is heart and soul
A E F#m
Yeah, but only a master
Bm E
could understand that
F#m A E
I left that old magazine
Bm E
and walked out into the green
A E F#m
of summer, I felt like I could cry
Bm
But in the grass I only sat
[Chorus]
A E
Well I, I?'m not one to gamble
F#m
And I don't need to scramble
F#m
I didn'??t know that love would strike me
Bm E A
But this is what it'??s like
Bm E A
This is what it'??s like
[Outro]
A E Bm E (x4)
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