Angel from Montgomery – John Prine

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I am an old woman named after my mother

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My old man is another child that's grown old

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If dreams were thunder lightning was desire

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This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery

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Make me a poster of an old rodeo

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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to

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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

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When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy

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He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man

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But that was a long time and no matter how I try

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The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery

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Make me a poster of an old rodeo

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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to

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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

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There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing

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And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.

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How the hell can a person go to work in the morning

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And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?

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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery

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Make me a poster of an old rodeo

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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to

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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

Am . . . |C . . . | . . . . | An old cow-boy went riding out one dark and windy day |Am . . . |C . . . | . . . . | U-pon a ridge he rested as he went a-long his way |Am . . . | . . . . | When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

|Am . . . |C . . . | . . . . | Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel |Am . . . |C . . . | . . . . | Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel |Am . . . | . . . A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky . |F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry-y-y-y

. . |C . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . | Yipie i A-a-a-a-a-ay Yipie i O-o-o-o-o-oh F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . Gho-ost ri--ders i-i-i-in the sky-y-y-y-y

|Am . . . |C . . . | . . . . | Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat |Am . . . |C . . . | . . . He’s riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet . |Am . . . | . . . . Cause they've got to ride for-ever on that range up in the sky |F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry-y-y-y

. . |C . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . | Yipie i A-a-a-a-a-ay Yipie i O-o-o-o-o-oh F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . Gho-ost ri--ders i-i-i-in the sky-y-y-y-y

. |Am . . . |C . . . | . . . As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name . |Am . . . |C . . . | . . . If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range . |Am . . . | . . . . | Then cowboy change your ways to-day or with us you will ride F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . Trying to catch the devil’s herd a-cross these endless skies

. . |C . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . | Yipie i A-a-a-a-a-ay Yipie i O-o-o-o-o-oh F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . | Gho-ost ri--ders i-i-i-in the sky-y-y-y-y

F . . . | . . . . |Am . . . | . . . . |F . . . | . . . . |Am\ Gho-ost ri--ders i-i-i-in the sky-y-y-y-y Gho-ost ri--ders i-i-i-in the sky-y-y-y-y

San Jose Ukulele Club

Ghost Riders in the Sky by Stan Jones (1948)

Im An Old Cowhand by Roy Rogers STRUMMING: D DUD DUD DUD DU

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Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay

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I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande

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And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand

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I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date

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I know every trail in the Lone Star State

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'cause I ride the range in a Ford V Eight

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Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay

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I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande

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And I come to town just to hear the band

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I know all the songs that the cowboys know

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'bout the big corral where the doggies go

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'cause I learned them all on the radio

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Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay

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I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande

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Where the West is wild 'round the Borderland

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Where the buffalo roam around the zoo

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And the Indians make you a rug or two

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And the old Bar X is a Barbecue

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Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay

My Heroes Always Been Cowboys -- Willie Nelson (Strum = D DUD D DUD) D

I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy

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And loving the cowboy ways.

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Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes

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I burned up my childhood days.

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I learned all the rules of a modern day drifter

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Don’t you hold on to nothing too long

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Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them

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With the words of a sad country song.

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My heroes have always been cowboys

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And they still are it seems

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Sadly in search of and one step in back of

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Themselves and their slow moving dreams.

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Cowboys are special with their own brand of mis’ry

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From being alone too long.

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You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare

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Knowing well that your best days are gone

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Picking up hookers instead of my pen

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I let the words of my youth fade away.

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Old worn out saddles and old worm out memories

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With no one and no place to stay.

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My heroes have always been cowboys

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And they still are it seems

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Sadly in search of and one step in back of

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Themselves and their slow moving dreams.

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RED RIVER VALLEY 4/4 1234 12

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened our pathways awhile

CHORUS:

Come and sit by my side, if you love me. Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember the Red River Valley and the cowboy who loved you so true.

I’ve been thinking a long time, my darling

Of the sweet words you never would say

Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish

For they say you are going away.

CHORUS

RED RIVER VALLEY

C From this valley they say you are going G7 We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile C C7 F For they say you are taking the sunshine G7 C That has brightened our pathways awhile

CHORUS: C G7 Come and sit by my side, if you love me. Do not hasten to bid me adieu C C7 F G7 C Just remember the Red River Valley and the cowboy who loved you so true. C

I’ve been thinking a long time, my darling G7 Of the sweet words you never would say C C7 F Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish G7 C For they say you are going away.

CHORUS

Ridin Shotgun Down the Avalanche – Shawn Colvin D G Am Am Am Am D G D G Am Am I’m ridin’ shotgun down the avalanche Oo Oo Oo Oo Ooo

Am Am D G D G Am Am Tumblin' & Fallin' down the avalanche Oo Oo Oo Oo Ooo

F G C D So be quiet tonight the stars shine bright

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On this mountain of new fallen snow

F G C D But I will raise up my voice into the void

F Em Am Am You have left me nowhere to go

Am Am D G I love you so much and it's so bizarre

D G Am Am A mystery that goes on and on and on

Am Am D G It is the best thing and the very most hard

D G - D Am Am

And we don’t get along

F G C D After countless appeals we keep spinning our wheels

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On this mountain of new fallen snow

F G C D So I let go the catch and we're over the edge

F Em Am Am You have left me nowhere to go

Am D G D G Am Am I'm ridin’ shotgun down the avalanche Oo Oo Oo Oo Ooo

Am D G D G Am Am F G C D F G D-Dsus2 D

F G C D F Em Am Am

Am Am D G Sometimes you make me lose my will to live

D G Am Am and just become a beacon for your soul

Am Am D G The past is stronger than my will to forgive

D G Am Am Forgive you or myself Well I don't know

Am Am D G D G Am Am I’m ridin’ shotgun down the avalanche Oo Oo Oo Oo Ooo

Am Am D G D G Am Am Tumblin' and Fallin' down the avalanche Oo Oo Oo Oo Ooo

F G C D So be quiet tonight be sure to step lightly

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On this mountain of new fallen snow

F G C D But I will raise up my voice into the void

F Em Am Am You have left me nowhere to go

Am Am D G D G Am Am I'm ridin' shotgun down the avalanche...

Summer Wine Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood

Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAYYvoa6a6Q

From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

Italics - Girls Bold – Boys Normal - Unison

[Am] Strawberries cherries and an [G] angel's kiss in spring

[Am] My summer wine is really [G] made from all these things

[Am] I walked in town on silver [G] spurs that jingled to

[Am] A song that I had only [G] sang to just a few

[Dm] She saw my silver spurs and [Am] said let’s pass some time

[Dm] And I will give to you [Am] summer wine

[G] Ohh-[Em7] oh summer [Am] wine

[Am] Strawberries cherries and an [G] angel's kiss in spring

[Am] My summer wine is really [G] made from all these things

[Dm] Take off your silver spurs and [Am] help me pass the time

[Dm] And I will give to you [Am] summer wine

[G] Ohhh-[Em7] oh summer [Am] wine

[Am] My eyes grew heavy and my [G] lips they could not speak

[Am] I tried to get up but I [G] couldn't find my feet

[Dm] She reassured me with an [Am] unfamiliar line

[Dm] And then she gave to me [Am] more summer wine

[G] Ohh-[Em7] oh summer [Am] wine

[Am] Strawberries cherries and an [G] angel's kiss in spring

[Am] My summer wine is really [G] made from all these things

[Dm] Take off your silver spurs and [Am] help me pass the time

[Dm] And I will give to you [Am] summer wine

[G] Mmm-[Em7] mm summer [Am] wine

[Am] When I woke up the sun was [G] shining in my eyes

[Am] My silver spurs were gone my [G] head felt twice its size

[Dm] She took my silver spurs a [Am] dollar and a dime

[Dm] And left me cravin' for [Am] more summer wine

[G] Ohh-[Em7] oh summer [Am] wine

[Am] Strawberries cherries and an [G] angel's kiss in spring

[Am] My summer wine is really [G] made from all these things

[Dm] Take off your silver spurs and [Am] help me pass the time

[Dm] And I will give to you [Am] summer wine

[G] Mmm-[Em7] mm summer [Am] wine

[G] Mmm-[Em7] mm summer [Am] wine

SWEET BABY JAMES 3/4 123 123

INTRO: 3 3 3 3

There is a young cow-boy who lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only com-panions

He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons, waiting for summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and bottles of beer

And closing his eyes as the doggies re-tire, he sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear

As if maybe someone could hear CHORUS:

Goodnight, you moonlight la - dies, rockabye Sweet Baby James

Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won’t you let me go down in my dreams

And rockabye Sweet Baby James.

p.2 Sweet Baby James

Now the first of De-cember was covered with snow, and so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.

Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on ac-count of that frosting

With ten miles be-hind me and ten thousand more to go

There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway,

A song that they sing when they take to the sea

A song that they sing of their home in the sky; maybe you can be-lieve it if it helps you to sleep

But singing works just fine for me………….. CHORUS.

SWEET BABY JAMES 3/4 123 123 INTRO: G F#m A7sus A7 3 3 3 3 D A G F#m Bm G D F#m There is a young cow-boy who lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only com-panions Bm G D F#m G D A Em7 A7 He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons, waiting for summer, his pastures to change G A7 D Bm G D A And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and bottles of beer G A7 D Bm G D And closing his eyes as the doggies re-tire, he sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear E7sus E7 A7sus A7 As if maybe someone could hear CHORUS: D G A7 D Bm G D Goodnight, you moonlight la - dies, rockabye Sweet Baby James Bm G D E7sus E7 A7sus A7 Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won’t you let me go down in my dreams G A7 D And rockabye Sweet Baby James. D A G F#m Bm G D F#m Now the first of De-cember was covered with snow, and so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston. Bm G D F#m Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on ac-count of that frosting G D A Em7 A7 With ten miles be-hind me and ten thousand more to go G A7 D There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, Bm G D A A song that they sing when they take to the sea G A7 D Bm G D A song that they sing of their home in the sky; maybe you can be-lieve it if it helps you to sleep E7sus E7 A7sus A7 But singing works just fine for me………….. CHORUS.