Slavin Away

(início)

        Am              C
Slavin’ away, all for you my love,
        F
and I’ve nothing to show for it
                  Am
‘cept my dusty old book full of pictures.
        Am                C
Dusty old book, tell me a story
           F
‘bout how I wasn’t so tired
                   Am
from all my slavin’ away.
Then play this chord progression a few times
(listen to the song and it will make sense):
A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A
*Weird bass line*
Am
I ran off,
     C
put on corduroy knickers that I got from the coal shoveling kid
F
and hitch-hiked in a rickety old Ford,
Am
hitch-hiked in a rattley old Norton side-car
Am                          C
“down strange roads, in the purring rain”, as the poet put it,
F
on up to St. Paul
Am
on a cold day in the middle of the fall.
And they picked me up
for not wearing a dress
and suspended my sentence
if I wore something with a strap that was pink
and I scrubbed up good on somebody’s sink.
So now I’ll catch the Canadian Pacific and not be too specific,
to somewhere up north,
and get into lumber and slumber when I like
and in the spring ride down into Cheyenne on my bike.
**HAPPY PART**
A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A
**Weird bass line stuff**
Then play the same "Slavin Away" chord progression (Am, C, F, Am) for the
spoken word, and up until the happy part and you play this:
Instrumental (happy part): A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A
Crazy dramatic part: Am, C, F, Am
A                F#
I could see her, looking in the mirror at me
D                       E               A
wondering if it wasn’t plain for everyone t’see–
F                       E               A
nothing ever seemed to turn out how it might be.