Fresno Chunk Digging With You

A                               D           A
Oh won’t you search with me all through the night
                                       E
I've been digging through a junk piles most of my life
      A                        D            A
And I never found nothing, but something to do
                           E            A
And I’m doing alright now, I’m digging with you
A                           D           A
Doin' nothing in Fresno but coming down fast
                     E
I ran out of ways of making it last
     A                            D           A
So I paced around the house I was staying that night
                                  E      A
And I couldn’t find nothing but a broken flashlight
A                       D          A
My answer drove up in a old pickup truck
                                 E
By the end of the driveway she’s picking through junk
  A                          D             A
I stammered, I asked her how much for that light?
                                      E        A
She said "it ain’t for sale, ‘cause I need it tonight"
A                             D         A
"Oh this is the time when us scavengers roam"
                             E
She pointed to junk piles in front of each home
A                                D             A
Said "come with me, search for a light of your own
                              E          A
And we’ll meet my friends and we can get stoned"

F#m C#m  (x3)
F#m E

F#m                            C#m
I said "nice to meet you" when I looked in her eyes
       D         F#m                A             B
She was probably forty, she looked more like sixty-five
F#m                               C#m
A mother and a daughter with some stories to tell
D                    F#m      A                         B
20 years searching refuse for used things she could sell

F#m                                                       C#m
She spoke of the son, she’d left him with her sister when he was only 9
    D                    F#m              A                    B
But she still sends him letters, letters, letters from time to time
        F#m
"And he never writes back?", "no he never writes back"
    C#m
I said, "I’m sure he’s fine"
        D                 F#m
You say you hope he plays football
       A                        B
I said "maybe that’s what we’ll find"

C#5                    F#5 A5 B5                      F#5 A5 B5
Oh won’t you dig with me         all through the night
                            C#5 A5 B5          C#5 A5
I've been digging for something        most of my life
      C#5                F#5 A5 B5                  F#5 A5 B5
And I never found nothing but       something to do
                         C#5 A5 B5
But I’m doin' alright now,         digging with you

F#m                              C#m
We drove droned out suburbs, California laid to waste
D                  F#m                         A           B
The way time stays steady, steady, through the tide of our tastes
           F#m
We found a cabbage patch doll, a pack of playing cards
C#m
A torn Superman cape
        D              F#m        A                   B
And she cut up all her drugs on a desk that had three legs

  F#m                      C#m
A circle of trucks like an indian camp
D             F#m           A         B
I eat your amphetamines and everybody danced
     F#m                   C#m
By a fire we're building a totem of trash
         D            F#m
Stack an old fan on a play-set
      A         B
And a Halloween mask
N.C.
And a ray gun with a broken trigger
Some dark sun glasses

C#5                    F#5 A5 B5                      F#5 A5 B5
Oh won’t you dig with me         all through the night
                            C#5 A5 B5          C#5 A5
I've been digging for something        most of my life
      C#5                F#5 A5 B5                  F#5 A5 B5
And I never found nothing but       something to do
                         C#5 A5 B5
But I’m doin' alright now,         digging with you
[Solo] (x2)
F#m C#m F#m C#m A F#m C#m E

A                               D           A
And I thank you for the story I promised to tell
                             E
I know it means nothing, but I hope you’re well
    A                   D           A
I’m sorry my letter, it hasn’t come still
                          E       A
But I never wrote you and I never will

C#5                    F#5 A5 B5                      F#5 A5 B5
Oh won’t you dig with me         all through the night
                            C#5 A5 B5          C#5 A5
I've been digging for something        most of my life
      C#5                F#5 A5 B5                  F#5 A5 B5
And I never found nothing but       something to do
                         C#5 A5 B5
But I’m doin' alright now,         digging with you

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