Subject: song - "BalladOfSpiderJohn.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Thu, 25 Mar 93 16:45:01 EST
X-Mailer: ELM (version 2.3 PL11)
The Ballad of Spider John
By Jimmy Buffett
Intro: Am (pulloff w/ index finger)
[1)]
"S[Am]pider John" is my [C]name friend,
I[D]'m in between freights and I sure would be o[Am]bliged
if you'd [C]share your compa[G]ny.
I [Am]know this may sound st[C]range to you,
but if[D] you wait till the song is sung and the story is[Am] told,
you might [C]come to under[G]stand.
Oh, I'm [Am]old and bent and [C]Devil sent; [D]runnin' out of [G]time.
When I l[Am]ong ago held a [C]Royal Flush in my [D]hand...
(Chorus:)
Oh, I was a [Em]Supermarket fool,
I was a [A7]motor bank stool-pidgeon, [Em]robbin' my hom[A7]etown.
I th[Em]ought I lost my blues, yes I [A7]thought I paid my dues,
I t[F]hought I'd found a [C]life to suit my [G]style.
But here I sit old [G]Spider John the [F]robber-man,
[C] long, tall, and[Am] handsome.
Yes, old S[G]pider John with a lo[F]aded hand, [C] takin' r[Am]ansom.
[2)] Then one day I met Diamond Lill.
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
that the summer breeze had ever blown my way. (yea)
But Lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation,
she thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray. (yea)
But you see that word got around and Lilly left town,
I never saw her again.
Tossin' and turnin', 'causin' my heart to grieve...
(repeat chorus)
[3)]That is all my story;
It's been these thirty years since I took the road,
to find my precious jewel one.
And if you see my Lilly, won't you give her my regards?
Tell her old Spider got tangled in the black web that he spun.
You can tell her old Spider got tangled the black web that he spun.
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(This song is not published (to my knowledge). This is my own
chord arrangement and therefore may contain errors for which I
apologize in advance.)
[/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////]// Mike A. Hall // "If I don't die by Thursday, //
// mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu // I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
// // --J.Buffett //
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To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Thu, 25 Mar 93 16:45:01 EST
X-Mailer: ELM (version 2.3 PL11)
The Ballad of Spider John
By Jimmy Buffett
Intro: Am (pulloff w/ index finger)
[1)]
"S[Am]pider John" is my [C]name friend,
I[D]'m in between freights and I sure would be o[Am]bliged
if you'd [C]share your compa[G]ny.
I [Am]know this may sound st[C]range to you,
but if[D] you wait till the song is sung and the story is[Am] told,
you might [C]come to under[G]stand.
Oh, I'm [Am]old and bent and [C]Devil sent; [D]runnin' out of [G]time.
When I l[Am]ong ago held a [C]Royal Flush in my [D]hand...
(Chorus:)
Oh, I was a [Em]Supermarket fool,
I was a [A7]motor bank stool-pidgeon, [Em]robbin' my hom[A7]etown.
I th[Em]ought I lost my blues, yes I [A7]thought I paid my dues,
I t[F]hought I'd found a [C]life to suit my [G]style.
But here I sit old [G]Spider John the [F]robber-man,
[C] long, tall, and[Am] handsome.
Yes, old S[G]pider John with a lo[F]aded hand, [C] takin' r[Am]ansom.
[2)] Then one day I met Diamond Lill.
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
that the summer breeze had ever blown my way. (yea)
But Lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation,
she thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray. (yea)
But you see that word got around and Lilly left town,
I never saw her again.
Tossin' and turnin', 'causin' my heart to grieve...
(repeat chorus)
[3)]That is all my story;
It's been these thirty years since I took the road,
to find my precious jewel one.
And if you see my Lilly, won't you give her my regards?
Tell her old Spider got tangled in the black web that he spun.
You can tell her old Spider got tangled the black web that he spun.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
(This song is not published (to my knowledge). This is my own
chord arrangement and therefore may contain errors for which I
apologize in advance.)
[/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////]// Mike A. Hall // "If I don't die by Thursday, //
// mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu // I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
// // --J.Buffett //
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