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TILL I CAN MAKE IT ON MY OWN
(G)I'll need (D)time (C)to get you off my (G)mind
And I may (C)sometimes bother you
Try to (G)be in touch with you
Even (D)ask to much of you from time to (G)time

(G)Now and (D)then
(C)Lord you know I'll need a (G)friend
Till I get (C)used to losing you
Let me (G)keep on using you
(D)Till I can make it on my (G)own

(G)I'll get (D)by
(C)But no matter how I (G)try
There'll be (C)times you know I'll call
Chances (G)are my tears will fall
And I'll (D)have no pride at all, from time to (G)time

(G)But they (D)say
(C)Oh, there'll be a brighter (G)day
But till (C)then I'll lean on you
That's (G)all I mean to do
(D)Till I can make it on my (G)own

Bridge:
(C)Surely someday I'll look up and (G)see the morning sun
(C)Without another lonely night (D)behind me
(C)Then I'll know I'm over you and (G)all my crying's done
(D)No more hurtin memories can (C)find (G)me

(G)But till (D)then
(C)Lord you know I'm gonna need a (G)friend
(C)Till I get used to losing you
Let me (G)keep on using you, (D)till I can make it on my (G)own
(D)Till I can make it (N.C.) on my own


"Coward of the County" - by Kenny Rogers (1979)
Words and Music by Roger Bowling & Billy Edd Wheeler
SIMPed by Alex Rudd - ahrjj@cunyvm.cuny.edu
Chords:
A D E E7
E ---0------2------0------0-----
B ---2------3------0------3-----
G ---2------2------1------1-----
D ---2------0------2------2-----
A ---0-------------2------2-----
E -----------------0------0-----


Capo 3rd Fret
(In a moderate country half-time)
A D A
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
E
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
A D A
His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
E A
but something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.

A D A
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
E
I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.
A D A
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:
E A
"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.

A E A
Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
D A E
Walk away from trouble if you can.
A D A
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
D E
I hope you're old enough to understand:
E7 A
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
[Slide capo to 4th fret]


A D A
There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.
E
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
A D A
One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.
E [Spoken] A
They took turns at Becky.... There was three of them!

A D A
Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.
E
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
A D A
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.
E A
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again:

A E A
"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
D A E
Walk away from trouble if you can.
A D A
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
D E
I hope you're old enough to understand:
E7 A
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
[Slide capo to 5th fret]

A D A
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
E
One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
A D A
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."
[Whole line spoken] E A
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door.

A D A
Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.
E
He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.
A D A
When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.
E A
He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
[Spoken]
And I heard him say,

A D A
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
E
I walk away from trouble when I can.
A D A
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
D E
and Papa, I sure hope you understand:
E7 A
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."

A D [No chords] A
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.

From: raybailey@mistral.co.uk (Raymond Bailey)
Subject: CRD: C&W Coward Of The County
Date: Sat, 07 Oct 1995 04:51:14 GMT
COWARD OF THE COUNTY
|C | |F |C |
Ev'ry one con-sidered him the coward of the county
| | | |G |
He never stood one single time to prove the county wrong
|C | |F |C |
His momma named him Tommy the folks just called him yellow
| | | G7 |C |
Something always told me they were readin' Tommy wrong
| | |F |C |
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison
| | | |G |
I looked after Tommy 'cos he was my brothers son
|C | |F |C |
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy
| | | G7 |C |
Son my life is over but yours has just beg-un
|C | G7 C |F |C |
Promise me son not to do the things I've done
|F |C |G |
walk away from trouble if you can
|C | G7 C |F |C
Now it won't mean your weak if you turn the other cheek
|F |G
I hope your old enough to under-stand
|Dm7 |G7 |C |
you don't have to fight to be a man
|D | |G |D
There's someone for every one and Tommys love was Becky
| | | |A |
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man
|D | |G |D |
One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'
| | | |A7 |D
They took turns at Becky There was three of them
| | |G |D |
Tommy open up the door and saw his Becky cryin'
| | | |A |
The torn dress the shattered look was more than he could stand
|D | |G |D |
He reached above the fire place and took down his daddys picture
| | | A |D
as the tears fell on his Daddys face he heard these words a-gain

| | A D |G |
Promise me son not to do the things I've done
| |D |
walk away from trouble if you can
| | A D |G |
Now it don't mean your weak if you turn the other cheek
|D |G |A |
I hope your old en-ough to understand
| | A7 |D
Son you don't have to fight to be a man
|D | |C |D
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the bar room
| | | | |
one of them got up and met him half way 'cross the floor
|D | |G |D |
when Tommy turned around they said Hey look ol' Yellows leaving
| A7
But you could-a heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the
door
|D | |G |D |
Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up in-side him
| | | |A |
he wasn't holdin' nothin' back he let 'em have it all
|D | |G |D |
when Tommy left the Bar room not a Gatlin boy was standin'
| |A7
He said this one's for Becky as he watched the last one fall
And I heard him say.
|D | A7 D |G |D
I promised you Dad not to do the things you done
|G |D |A7
I walk away from trouble when I can
|D | A7 D |G |D |
now please don't think I'm weak I did-n't turn the other cheek
| |G |A |A7 |
and Popa I sure hope you understand some-times you've gotta fight
|D |
when your a man
| | |G |D
Every one considered him the coward of the county

Capo 0-1 LUCILLE
Time = 3/4
|A | | |
In a bar in To-ledo ac-ross from the depot on a
| | |E7 |
bar stool she took off her ring
|Bm | |E7
I thought i'd get closer so I walked on over I
|Bm |E7 |A |
sat down and asked her name
| | | |
When the drinks finally hit her she said I'm no
| | |A7 |D |
quitter but I finally quit livin on dreams
|E7 | | |
I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm
| | | |A
after what-ever the other life brings
|A | | | |
In the mirror I saw him and I closely watched him I
| | |E7 |
thought how he looked out of place
| |Bm | |E7 |
He came to the woman who sat there be-side me he
|Bm |E7 |A |
had a strange look on his face
| | |
The big hands were calloused he looked like a
| | |A7 |D |
mountain for a minute I thought I was dead
|E7 | |
But he started shaking his big heart was
| | | |A
breaking he turned to the woman and said
|A | | |D
You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille
| | | |A |
with four hungry children and a crop in the field
|D | | |
I've had some bad times lived through some sad times but
| | |A
this time your hurting won't heal
| |E7 | |A |
you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.

|A | | | |
After he left us I ordered more whisky I thought how she'd
| |E7 |
made him look small
| |Bm | |E7 |
From the lights of the bar room to a rented ho-tel room we
|Bm |E7 |A |
walked without talking at all
| | | |
She was a beauty but when she came to me she
| |A7 |D |
must have thought I'd lost my mind
|E7 | | |
I could'nt hold her 'cos the words that told her kept
| | |A
coming back time after time
|A | | |D
You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille
| | | |A |
with four hungry children and a crop in the field
|D | | |
I've had some bad times lived through some sad times but
| | |A
this time your hurting won't heal
| |E7 | |A |
you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.



The Gambler (in G, use your imagination to transpose)
(use a lazy 2/4 count)jeffrey@cygnus.com

G G C G
On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
G G G D
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak
G G C D?G
So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness
C G D G
'Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes,
And if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces,
And for a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow;
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light,
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression,
' said "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

Ch:
G G
You got to know when to hold 'em,
C G
Know when to fold 'em,
C G
Know when to walk away
G D
And know when to run.
G D* G
You never count your money
C G
When you're sittin' at the table;
G C* G
There'll be time enough for countin'
D G
When the dealin's done.

(up a full step)

A A D A
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
A A A E
Is knownin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep
A E* A D A
'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser,
D A E A
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep,
And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even,
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away
And know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table;
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.





Ruby Don't Take Your Love To Town
by Mel Tillis
V1.
D A7 Em
You've painted up your lips an rolled and curled your tinted hair.
D D A7
Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere?
Em A7 Em
The Shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down -
D G G/F# Em (Stop)
Oh Ruby-----
D
Don't Take your love to town

V2 (same as V1)
Its hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralysed
And the wants and the needs of a woman your age, Ruby I realize,
But it won't be long i've heard them say until I not around
Oh Ruby-----
Don't Take your love to town

V3.
Em D
It wasn't me that started that old crazy asian war
Em G A7
But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore
Em A7 Em
And yes, it's true that I'm not the man I used to be...
D G G/F# Em (Stop)
Oh Ruby-----
D
I still need some company.


V4 (Same as V1)

She's leavin' now 'cause I heard the slammin' iof the door
The way I know I've heard it slam one hundred times before
And if I could move I'd get my gun and put her in the ground
Oh Ruby-----
For god's sake turn around!



Kenny Rogers

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