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INTRO:
<u>D</u> <u>D/G</u> <u>D/E</u> <u>D/A</u>
It was my first night in that roomin` house
in the last room down the hall.
I heard a hoarse voice and an old guitar
comin` through the paper thin walls.
A crazy nonsense nursery rhyme
it did not mean a thing.
But for the first of what was to be a thousand times
this is what I heard him sing.
Hold that "<u>D</u>" chord on the old guitar
`till I find the "<u>G</u>."
Drop it down to old "<u>E</u>" minor
`till the "A" chord rolls back home around to "<u>D</u>."
I had to lay there listening it seemed he was in the room.
The stranger with the melodies singin` there in the gloom.
And he repeated it over and over again such a soft and sinking sound.
It was kind of like a music box that was slowly windin` down.
And he sang it he hummed it he whistled it and he strummed it.
He laughed it and he cried it. He did anything but hide it.
Hold that "<u>D</u>" chord on the old guitar
`till I find the "<u>G</u>."
Drop it down to old "<u>E</u>" minor
`till the "<u>A</u>" chord rolls back home around to me.
So I lay there in that lumpy bed counted Choruses instead of sheep
`till I banged on the wall and out I called "Hey bub I need some sleep."
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A sudden void of silence then I heard that hoarse voice say
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"It weren`t so long ago boy they paid me to play.
So I said "It`s kind of late for music sir. Two hours `till it`s daylight."
He answered "I need my music most in these dark hours of the night.
You see I`ve tried gettin` high on somethin` son; it only brings me down.
Stayin` dry don`t work out better boy `cause my eyes get wet and I drown.
Won`t you please let me continue and I`ll be in your debt.
You see I`m not singin` to remember son. I`m just singin` to forget.
Hold that "D" chord on the old guitar
`till I find the "G."
Drop it down to old "E" minor
strum strum
`till the "A" chord rolls back home around to me.
That`s when I said if I`m supposed to listen to you sir
one quick question then.
Why in the hell do you sing one song over and over again?
spoken And this is what he said.
I gave her the music son. She gave me the words.
Together we`d write the kinds of songs the angels must have heard.
Of course we`d fight like cats and dogs; life ain`t no rosebud dream.
Still where ever we`d go everybody`d know we were truly a team.
I can`t remember now if I`d done her wrong or if she`d done wrong to me.
Still all I know is when I let her go it did not set me free.
That`s when I said "You sound like what`s-his-name."
He said "That`s who I am.
But you can`t wrap a name around you boy
`cause it really don`t mean a damn.
You see a song don`t have no meanin` when it don`t have nothin` to say.
What she could do was magic son. All I can do is play.
He started singin` again that`s when I drifted off
and maybe I`d dreamed what I`d heard
about the stranger with the melodies
who`d gone and lost the words.
Hold that "D" chord on the old guitar
`till I find the "<u>G</u>."
Drop it down to old "E" minor
final
`till the "A" chord rolls back home around to "."
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