Halfway To Hardinsburg

(início)

Intro: (C, Em, Am, G) x2
Verse 1:
 C
You got some things to say
             Em
But you never like to speak
            Am                     G                       C
So you grab a pen and you head out for the table
C
You scotch taped a note down
     Em
Of words that you wrote down
Am                      G                C
Resembling an old English fable
Chorus:
                       F                Em      C
And you were half way to Hardinsburg
                        F     G       Am
And you were half way to hell
                F                                    Am                 C
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell
(C, Em, Am, G)
Verse 2:
           C                                                      Em
You're modeling the fashions while you're counting up your rations
         Am                     G                  C
Well, girl you've got plans of your own
C                                                            Em
You're cursing the masses while you're looking through your glasses
         Am                  G                         C
Well, girl you ain't never going back home
Chorus:
                       F                Em      C
And you were half way to Hardinsburg
                       F     G       Am
And you were half way to hell
                F                                     Am                C
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell
Bridge:
C                         Em
Mr. Moses, your front porch light's on
       Am                                                          G
I've come here for your daughter and I can see that she's gone
C                             Em
You said she took a ring of mine to pawn
     Am                                    G
If I hurry I could catch her out on Broadway to dawn
Instrumental/Solo:
(C, Am, G, F, G) X4
Chorus:
                      F                Em      C
And you were half way to Hardinsburg
                       F     G       Am
And you were half way to hell
                 F                                   Am                 C
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell