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Capo the 1st fret!
Intro: D G
D
On the boulevard in Paris called the Shanzelize
G
I ducked into a sad cafe
D
Sat down with the ghost of Hemingway
A G
Ordered a bottle of Beaujolais and talked about everything
D
We talked all night about everything
D
He said “where'd you get that old rucksack?”
G
I said “Popeye just got back
D
From ramblin' 'round with Kerouac
A G
I left him by the railroad track, he gimme this turquoise ring
D
He gimme this turquoise ring”
D
Ernest said “Yeah, well how's Jack doin'?”
G
I said “Man he sure seemed congruent
D
Still a crazy social truant
A G
Just bummin' around and and gettin' fluent in the Tao Te Ching
D
Still doin' that Buddhist thing
Bm
I left him hungry and needin' a shave
A
Master of Zen and a freedom slave
Bm
Runnin' off to sleep on Charlie Parker's grave
A G
I said “Hey Jack, tell Baird I said hey and man thanks for the ring
D
Thanks again for the ring”
G D
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
A D
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
G D
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
A D D7
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
G D
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
A D
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
I seen a grievous angel on my way over here
G
At a jazz joint in Georgetown swillin' Jamaican beer
D
I said “are you okay Gram? You're actin' weird“
A G
He said “Roy Buchanan used to play in here, yeah I'll be okay
D
I'll be okay my friend”
D
So we shot some pool and made some bets
G
He told me bout this girl named Emmylou he'd met
D
He bummed my last cigarette
A G
And ran off lookin' for Stan Getz hummin' Hickory Wind
D
Just hummin' Hickory Wind
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
Then Django Reinhardt come strollin' in
G
With Arthur Rimbaud and a bottle of gin
D
Said “They fooled around and missed the train again”
A G
They's out lookin' for Hank Williams, they wanted to buy him one
D
Everyone always wanted to buy ol' Hank one
D
So Ernie stood up to say hello
G
He turned to me and said “Man I gotta go
D
So long Hank, so long Django
A G
I gotta get back to Idaho, I gotta kiss my gun
D
I gotta french kiss my shotgun