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A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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[Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two
chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]
[C][in[C]tro[F]][F][G][G][C][G][C][C][F][F][G][G][C][G]
He was a [C]long tall stranger from [C]way down south where he'd [F]left his life beh[F]ind
He had a [Dm]big old Gibson and a [G]pickup truck and [C]Shenandoah ey[G]es
And I [C]remember him sitting in that [Em]local bar where I [F]earned my pay each n[F]ight
[Dm]Singing my songs to e[G]mpty chairs and [F]goi[-]ng [G]home half [C]tight[G]
So the [C]nights rolled by like [C]headlights shining on a [F]lonesome strip of t[F]ar
I kept his [Dm]words of kindness [G]close to me like a [C]pick on my guit[G]ar; And we
[C]Talked about the singers and the [Em]songs we loved and the [F]songs we'd most forg[F]ot
In that [Dm]run-down bar they'd [G]make last call and I[F]'d ne[-]ver [G]want to [C]stop
'Cause I was [F]living on nothing but a [G]young girl's dreams
With my [C]cowb[-]oy b[Em]oots and my o[F]ld six-string
[Dm] Hitching my wagon t[G]o a star, [C]dreami[-]ng of [Em]leaving those [F]local bars
When I[C]'d get him up at [Em/B]closing time for a [Am]couple[-] of s[G]ongs and a ch[F]ance to shine
Like the [Dm]star that he longed to b[G]e, he looked a [F]hellu[-]va l[G]ot like me
[C](me[C]) [[F]ins[F]tru[G]men[G]tal[C]][G]
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
[C][vi[C]oli[F]n s[F]olo][G] [G] [C] [G] [C][ha[Em]rmon[F]ica[F] sol[Dm]o][G][F-G][C]
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the [Dm]star that he longed to b[G]e, he looked a [F]hell [-]of a l[G]ot like [Am]me
Like the [Dm]star that he'd always [G]be, he looked a [F]hell [-]of a l[G]ot like me
C C F F G G C C.
(me) [instrumental]
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Adam Schneider schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu Minneapolis, MN
Mail me if you want guitar chords for Mary-Chapin Carpenter,
Indigo Girls, Suzanne Vega, Lucinda Williams, etc.
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A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
-------------------------------------
[Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two
chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]
[C][in[C]tro[F]][F][G][G][C][G][C][C][F][F][G][G][C][G]
He was a [C]long tall stranger from [C]way down south where he'd [F]left his life beh[F]ind
He had a [Dm]big old Gibson and a [G]pickup truck and [C]Shenandoah ey[G]es
And I [C]remember him sitting in that [Em]local bar where I [F]earned my pay each n[F]ight
[Dm]Singing my songs to e[G]mpty chairs and [F]goi[-]ng [G]home half [C]tight[G]
So the [C]nights rolled by like [C]headlights shining on a [F]lonesome strip of t[F]ar
I kept his [Dm]words of kindness [G]close to me like a [C]pick on my guit[G]ar; And we
[C]Talked about the singers and the [Em]songs we loved and the [F]songs we'd most forg[F]ot
In that [Dm]run-down bar they'd [G]make last call and I[F]'d ne[-]ver [G]want to [C]stop
'Cause I was [F]living on nothing but a [G]young girl's dreams
With my [C]cowb[-]oy b[Em]oots and my o[F]ld six-string
[Dm] Hitching my wagon t[G]o a star, [C]dreami[-]ng of [Em]leaving those [F]local bars
When I[C]'d get him up at [Em/B]closing time for a [Am]couple[-] of s[G]ongs and a ch[F]ance to shine
Like the [Dm]star that he longed to b[G]e, he looked a [F]hellu[-]va l[G]ot like me
[C](me[C]) [[F]ins[F]tru[G]men[G]tal[C]][G]
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
[C][vi[C]oli[F]n s[F]olo][G] [G] [C] [G] [C][ha[Em]rmon[F]ica[F] sol[Dm]o][G][F-G][C]
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the [Dm]star that he longed to b[G]e, he looked a [F]hell [-]of a l[G]ot like [Am]me
Like the [Dm]star that he'd always [G]be, he looked a [F]hell [-]of a l[G]ot like me
C C F F G G C C.
(me) [instrumental]
--------------------------------------------------------------
Adam Schneider schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu Minneapolis, MN
Mail me if you want guitar chords for Mary-Chapin Carpenter,
Indigo Girls, Suzanne Vega, Lucinda Williams, etc.
--------------------------------------------------------------
