Category: Blues

[G] Going down the road feeling bad
[C] Going down the road feeling [G] bad
[C] Going down the road feeling [G] bad
[Em] Lord, [D7] I ain’t gonna be [Am] treated this [G] way

Going where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine
Lord, I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Going where the climate feels fine
Going where the climate feels fine
Going where the climate feels fine
Lord, I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Going where the people treat me right
Going where the people treat me right
Going where the people treat me right
Lord, I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad
Lord, I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’ve been out a-wandering both early and late
From New York City to the Golden Gate
And it looks like I’m never going to cease my wandering

Been across this country so many times before,
But I never lose the feeling, that’s what God made me for
And it looks like I’m never going to cease my wandering

Been working in the city, working on the farm
I always have a guitar underneath my arm
And it looks like I’m never going to cease my wandering

Played most every country, played most every town
Want to keep on playing, this whole wide world around
And it looks like I’m never going to cease my wandering

There’s fish in the ocean, and eels in the sea
And everywhere I haven’t been, that’s where I want to be
And it looks like I’m never going to cease my wandering

Traditional, New lyrics by Roger McGuinn (C) McGuinn Music 2005 / BMI

[G]No more moanin’ [D]No more moanin'[G]No more moanin’ [D]over me
[G] And before I’ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I’ll be burried in my [Am] grave
[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free

[G]No more weepin’ [D]No more weepin'[G]No more weepin’ [D]over me
[G] And before I’ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I’ll be burried in my [Am] grave
[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free

[G]No more shootin’ [D]No more shootin'[G]No more shootin’ [D]over me
[G] And before I’ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I’ll be burried in my [Am] grave
[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free

[G]There’ll be singin’ [D]There’ll be singin'[G]There’ll be singin’ [D]over me
[G] And before I’ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I’ll be burried in my [Am] grave
[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free

[G] And before I’ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I’ll be burried in my [Am] grave
[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free

[G] Well [E] God made a woman, made her might funny
Made the [A] stuff around her lips taste like honey
[D7] Won't you be my salty [G] dog?

CH:
Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you're sly as a fox you salty dog

Well I got a nickel you got a dime, you spend yours and I'll save mine
Honey won't you be my salty dog?

CH:
Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you're sly as a fox you salty dog

Down by the wild wood sittin' on a log, singin' a song about a salty dog
Honey won't you be my salty dog?

CH:
Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you're sly as a fox you salty dog

[Spoken]
You know, one time I took my girl to a real fine restaurant, thought
I'd buy her something real nice – got the most expensive thing on the menu.
Well that turned out to be some kind of tongue with fancy dressing on it. When my girl
saw that man, she really flipped! She said, 'I ain't gonna eat nothing that
comes out of no animal's mouth.' So I called over the waiter. I said
'Waiter, bring her a hard boiled egg.'

CH:
Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you're sly as a fox you salty dog

Well I got a nickel you got a dime, you spend yours and I'll save mine
Honey won't you be my salty dog?

CH:
Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you're sly as a fox you salty dog

I went up to see the doctor.
‘She’s very low,’ he said.
I went back to see my baby
And great god she was lying there dead.

I went down to Old Joe’s Bar-room.
Down on the corner by the square.
They were serving drinks as usual.
And the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood Joe MacKennedy.
His eyes were blood-shot red.
He turned to the crowd around him
And these are the words that he said.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her.
Wherever she may be.
She may search this wide world over
But she’ll never find another man like me.

When I die please bury me
In a high top stetson hat.
Put a gold piece on my watch chain.
So the boys will know I died standing pat.

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin.
Six chorus girls to sing my song.
Put a jazz band on my tailgate
To raise hell as we roll along.

This is the end of my story.
So let’s have another round of booze.
And if any one should ask you just tell them
I’ve got the St. James Infirmary Blues.

(Huddie Ledbetter 'Lead Belly')

Chorus:

[G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line

Oh the Rock Island Line is the [D] road to ride

[G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line

If you [C] want to ride, you gotta [G] ride it like you're flyin'

Get your [C] ticket at the station on the [D] Rock Island [G] Line

[G] A-B-C double X-Y-Z

[D] Cat's in the cupboard and she cain't [G] find me

CH

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong

Lawd you gonna miss me when I'm gone

CH

Jesus died to save our sins

Glory to God I'm gonna see Him again

CH

Moses stood on the Red Sea shore

Smotin' the water with a two-by-four

CH X2

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Recording copyright 2002 Roger McGuinn / McGuinn Music

Don’t you hear me calling Sylvie?

Don’t you hear me calling now?

Don’t you hear me calling Sylvie?

Every little once in a while

Getting’ mighty thirsty Sylvie

Getting’ mighty thirsty now

Getting’ mighty thirsty Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Bring me little water Sylvie

Bring me little water now

Bring me little water Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Can’t you hear me Sylvie?

Can’t you hear me now?

Can’t you hear me Sylvie?

Every little once in a while

Getting’ hot and thirsty Sylvie

Getting’ hot and thirsty now

Getting’ hot and thirsty Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Bring me little water Sylvie

Bring me little water now

Bring me little water Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Bring me little water Sylvie

Bring me little water now

Bring me little water Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Bring me little water Sylvie

Bring me little water now

Bring me little water Sylvie

Every little once in a while

Can’t you hear me calling Sylvie?

Can’t you hear me calling now?

Can’t you hear me calling Sylvie?

Every little once in a while

There is a house in New Orleans

Em D B7

They call the Rising Sun

Em G Am C

It’s been the ruin of many poor boy

Em B7 Em

And me oh Lord am one

My mother is a tailor

She sews them new blue jeans

My father is a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

The only time I seen him

With his suitcase and his trunk

The only time he’s satisfied

Is when he’s on a drunk

Go tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done

But to shun that house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It’s been the ruin of many poor boy

And me oh Lord am one