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*Complete Down The Road Wherever Chord Songbook by Pavel Fomenkov*
*Search on Ultimate Guitar to find all individual songs + bonuses*
*If you have any questions you can reach me at: [email protected]*
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01. Trapper Man ***************** Capo: 2 Key: D Major Time: 4/4
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| C Cadd9 | C Cadd9 | Intro
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The trapper man’s in from the hinterlands
Filth and grease on his clothes and hands
From the outermost the farthermost
Comes riding in to the trading post
Got a pack horse loaded up with hides
Steps in to see the man inside
’I got furs skins a little meat too
Here I got a good piece just for you’
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’You take this home to give the wife’
The trapper draws his skinning knife
Now the fat man’s desk is a butcher’s block
The trapper cuts the meat and talks
’You’re gonna lose your shirt on a nowhere man
Lose your shirt in nowhere land
Back out there is my country
And you best let this trapper be the trapper
You need the trapper man (the trapper man)
The trapper man
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If you don’t want to be where lightning strikes
Better let me work the way I like
You don’t want to know how I fill my sacks
You go out there you don’t come back
You got nature red in tooth and claw
And you ain’t got no rule of law
And if you don’t know nature’s way
All that’s gonna stop you being the prey is the trapper
You need the trapper man (the trapper man)
The trapper man
| No Chord | x4
You wanna wear them gems and rings
You wanna show off them shiny things
Shake your moneymaker bro
Where the movers and the shakers go
You wanna go do what you do
Let the gold and silver come to you
So leave the dirty work to me yeah
You best let this trapper be the trapper
You need the trapper man (the trapper man)
The trapper man
| | / | 2/4 |
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When he’s done his thing and gone his way
The fat men light cigars and say
“Holy smokes did you see that?
We all made money on the trapper cat”
Sit back in their big ass chairs
Say “Boys that is the man right there”
I’m the lifeline for your big soft ass
It’s the trapper puts it in first class the trapper
You need the trapper man (the trapper man)
The trapper man
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02. Back On The Dance Floor ***** Capo: 2 Key: B Minor Time: 4/4
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| Ambient Noise |
| Bass Riff | x4
| | / | x4 Shuffle
| | / | x4 Rock
Hand me down my high roller Stetson
Hand me down my smokeless .41
We’re gonna look so sharp when we walk in
They’re gonna be jazzed we come
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We’re going for the major comeback
For the motherlode the mighty score
We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack
Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Going all the way is the only way to go
The only game in town
Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor
Dsus2 E
Shake ’em on down shake ’em on down
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Hand me down my two-tone wingtips
Hand me down my skull head walking cane
You all gotta wear them shantung gambler suits
They’re gonna be jazzed we came
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’Cos we’re going for the major comeback
For the motherlode the mighty score
We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack
Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
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Going all the way is the only way to go
The only game in town
Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor
Shake ’em on down shake ’em on down
We’re going for the major comeback
For the motherlode the mighty score
We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack
Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor)
| | / | x10
| | / | x10 Shuffle
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03. Nobody’s Child ************** Capo: 1 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4
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| Terz Guitar | x6
| Bm | x4
The ragged kid
Nobody wanted
Left alone
To ramble wild
Long ago
He was abandoned
Nobody’s child
Never smiles
And never chatters
Never quarrels
Or complains
Grown as hard
As the Sierras
And the Western Plains
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
Learned to swing
A broken bottle
Learned to use
His fists and knife
In the bar rooms
And bordellos
Of his life
He drifted down
A Asus4 A
Towards the borders
The sky was dark
But it did not rain
Came the meanest
Pistoleros
In the Western Plains
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He fell in
With these desperadoes
Thieves and killers
Every one
Prizes hanging
From their saddles
With their guns
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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The ragged kid
Nobody wanted
Left alone
To ramble wild
Now he rides
Beside the Devil
Nobody’s child
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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04. Just A Boy / You’ll Never Walk Alone ****** Capo: 3 Key: C Major Time: 4/4
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E6 [0x9999]
E9 [0x6777]
When I was just a boy I’d be kicking a tin
Take the short cut home through the loony bin
I never gave much thought to the souls in there
Esus4 A7
I was just a boy too young to care
Well the years go by and you get to see
A dream’s not the same as reality
Well a dream or two is going to crash and burn
Esus4 A7 A7
And that’s the way that you live and learn
| A7 | % | Esus4 | A7 |
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Well it was late one night and I woke at two
And I lay there thinking the way you do
But it’s a long dark night of the soul
Esus4 A7
When those thoughts are turning sad and old
And then outside on the empty street
I heard the sound of walking feet
Well it was just a boy away from home
Esus4 A7
And he was singing the song ’You’ll Never Walk Alone’
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| A7 | D9 | Fade Out
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05. When You Leave ************** Capo: 1 Key: F Minor Time: 4/4
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Em/D [xx0000]
G#dim [4x343x]
Emadd9 [024000]
F#m7b5 [2x221x]
B7#9/F# [2x123x]
B7b9/F# [2x121x]
C6/9 [x3223x]
B7sus4 [x2425x]
Am/B [x2221x]
Emadd9/D [xx0002]
C#m7b5 [x4545x]
| | | | C7sus4 | Piano
When you leave
There’s cordite in the air
B7/F# Emadd9 Emadd9 F#m7b5
A ringing in the stillness
B7/F# Emadd9 Emadd9 Emadd9
Smoke drifting up the stair
F#m7b5 F#m7b5 B7/F#
When you leave
When you leave
My heart sounds in my ears
A beating in the darkness
A trace of you still here
When you leave
F#m7b5 Am/C
Like it or not
How could I not have fallen for you?
And now that I’m caught
How could I not be blue?
| / | / | dim | / |
| F#m7b5 | B7 | Emadd9 | Em |
When you leave
I’ll hear the smallest sound
B7 Emadd9 Emadd9 F#m7b5
And turn to look behind me
As though you’re still around
C6/9 B7sus4 B7
When you leave
When you leave
| Cmaj7 | % | Emadd9 | % | x3
| | % | / | Emadd9 |
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06. Good On You Son ************* Capo: 3 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4
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* Also the F13 chord on The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
line in the studio version of the song sounds like going to /
Fmaj7 [1x3210]
Fmaj7/G [3x3210]
D5 [x577xx]
C5 [x355xx]
D5/F [1x023x]
E7#5 [0x011x]
F6 [1x021x]
D5/F# [2x023x]
Fsus2/G [3x301x]
Asus4/E [0x223x]
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Flash goes a little hummingbird
A darting whirring thread
At the screen door by his lemon tree
Out here with the quick and the dead
Designer blinds above L.A.
Frame the perfect view
(No Chord)
It’s going to be another day
Of sun and shameless blue
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By his cutting block the time has come
For the fruit there by the juicer
He’s grinds fresh coffee for himself
He’s meeting a producer
The L.A.Times lies on the stone
Warming there like bread
(No Chord)
Hey what’s not to like out here
With the quick and the dead?
Good on you son good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son good on you
Uh-huh oh yeah
Good on you son good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two yeah
| | / | x4
(No Chord)
Well you want to know what happiness is?
*
In his eye there’s a hunter’s gleam
Something to look forward to
*
This cat’s gonna get the cream
The skin of a mango is so smooth
*
Smoother than the devil
Cut it slice it chop it up
To the rhythm of a Cockney rebel
| No Chord | x8 Percussion Break
| Asus4/E | % |
| Am7 | x8 Sax Solo
Back in Blighty there’s a flat
On a grimy sink estate
That’s why he walked out of that
And went to the Golden State
Left the baccy and the beer
Where he was born and bred
(No Chord) Am
Now he’s cutting it out here
With the quick and the dead
Good on you son good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son good on you
Uh-huh oh yeah
What would you’d have had him do?
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
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Yeah good on you son good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you son good on you
Uh-huh oh yeah
Good on you son good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two yeah
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07. My Bacon Roll *************** Capo: 3 Key: D Minor Time: 4/4
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| Noise |
| A5 | x8
I never got the elbow
Just telling you
Before you go
Only telling you
Just so you know
I never got the elbow
I slung it in
Had it up to here
I just pulled the pin
Went and had a beer
I used to love a bit of folding
Just for getting by
A wad of cash
Now that’s out of date
And so am I
As pie and mash
S’cuse me
A Asus4 A
S’cuse me
Have you got my roll?
My roll?
My bacon roll?
The time they took us bowling
What was that about?
I thought what a joke
I just went out
And had a smoke
Then the white water rafting
Just some know-it-all
With the new regime
There to show us all
How to build a team
He says what do you think we’re doing?
I said don’t ask me
I’ve no idea
They all laughed at that
That was pretty funny actually
S’cuse me
A Asus4 A
S’cuse me
Have you got my roll?
My roll?
My bacon roll?
Have you got my roll?
My roll?
My bacon roll?
I could order you a toastie
Just like that one there
Or the same in plain white bread
When you’re dealing with a toastie
What do you prefer
Brown or red?
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I never got the elbow
Just telling you
Before you go
Only telling you
Just so you know
| A5 | Fade Out
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08. Nobody Does That ************ Capo: No Key: D Minor Time: 4/4
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Dm7 [ 10 x 10 10 10 x ]
G/A [ x 0 12 12 12 x ]
A7#9 [ x 12 11 12 13 x ]
G9 [ x 10 9 10 10 10 10 ]
F9 [ x 8 7 8 8 8 ]
Eb9 [ x 6 5 6 6 6 ]
| Wah Guitar | x2
| / | x2
I like the way you put yourself together
Nobody does that quite the way you do
I like the way you put yourself together
Nobody does that quite like you
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
I like the way you’re holding my attention
Nobody does that quite the way you do
That stuff too hot for me to mention
Nobody does that quite like you
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
| | | | #9 | % |
| / | x7 Sax Solo
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| | | | #9 |
| / | x8
I like the way you work the opposition
Nobody does that quite the way you do
When you want to smoke the competition
Nobody does that quite like you
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
| / | x8
I like the way you put yourself together
Nobody does that quite the way you do
I like the way you put yourself together
Nobody does that quite like you
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
Nobody does that
| / | Fade Out
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09. Drovers’ Road *************** Capo: 3 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4
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| Intro |
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It’s a drover’s road
High up where ravens fly
And soon I’ll lose my way
And I won’t know
It’s a drover’s road
From days so long gone by
When we knew who we were
And where to go
It’s a drover’s road
It winds a hundred miles
You’d sleep out in the open
Calm and still
You could trust a friend
To keep a watch awhile
Your cattle grazing
Quiet on the hill
Walk with me
G F Fadd9
And you can leave that old dog be
He does much better on his own
Leave him be
G Fadd9
He’s a better man than me
Fadd9 G Am
He likes to find his own way home
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On a drover’s road
With the moon and misty stars
We walked these hills
Before this all began
Before we gazed at screens
Went shopping in our cars
And a million houses
Sprawled across the land
Walk with me
G F Fadd9
And you can leave that old dog be
He does much better on his own
Leave him be
G Fadd9
He’s a better man than me
He likes to find his own way home
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10. One Song At A Time ********** Capo: No Key: C Major Time: 2/4
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| | | | Fadd9 |
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My whistle under the archways
Still echoes down the street
All the way back to Deptford days
Nights down by The Creek
Notes as big as river boats
Still echoing through the clubs
With the horns of the trains
Down the old back lanes
And the lights of the corner pubs
In a taproom lined with mirrors
There’s a man there at the bar
Reminds you of somebody
He says I know who you are
He’s right I know I could be him
But anyway who is who?
You could be looking at
What he’s looking at
And he’s looking at you
And I’ll be out of this place
And down the road wherever
There but for the grace etcetera
I’ll see you later but it’s 1979
And I’m picking my way out of here
One song at a time
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The slaving ports of plunder
Used to stink to heaven on high
Companions of honour
Always were in short supply
The Bristol ships and Liverpool’s
On every tide they came
The times they may have changed my friend
Some people stay the same
And I’ll be out of this place
And down the road wherever
There but for the grace etcetera
I’ll see you later but it’s 1879
And I’m picking my way out of here
One song at a time
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A grinning mogul greets the crowd
At Execution Dock
All come to see three mutineers
Turned off at twelve o’clock
The shyster takes a ringside seat
As they’re bringing them from the jail
And twenty thousand tickets
Sold online on premium sale
So if you need to reach me
C Fadd9
You can leave word at The Pig
I have no wish to stay around
To watch that Newgate jig
Or any more poor old fakers
C Fadd9
Trying to dance in my old shoes
I’ll be gone over the ocean
With the transatlantic blues
And I’ll be out of this place
And down the road wherever
There but for the grace etcetera
I’ll see you later somewhere down the line
I’ll be picking my way out of here
One song at a time
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11. Floating Away *************** Capo: 1 Key: F Minor Time: 4/4
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* Play 1st fret of 5th string followed by an open D at asterisks
F#m7b5 [2x221x]
Gadd9/B [x2023x]
Bm7b5 [x2323x]
Am/E [0x221x]
B7b9/F# [2x121x]
G7 [32300x]
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It’s the weight I’m trying
To get inside the frame
I’ve been painting a fat man
He’s big and fat and heavy
As a man can be
But he’s been floating away
Floating away
He’s been floating away from me
In the mirror my withering skin
Is a thorny pleasure
I stand unflinching
And I mark each crease and sting
My brush my wooden flail
My ancient thresher
F#m7b5
As unforgiving time
Flays everything
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| | * | m7b5 | |
| | Gadd9/ / | Bm7b5 | |
| | / | Gadd9 | |
It’s the truth I’m trying
To get inside the frame
Now I’m painting myself naked
But I need a pair of boots
About as heavy as boots can be
Or I’d be floating away
Floating away
I’d be floating away from me
And every thorn sends thistledown
Drifting all around
And floating away
Esus4 E7 Am
Floating away
Floating away from me
| | | | / | Fade Out
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12. Slow Learner **************** Capo: No Key: Eb Minor Time: 4/4
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Bbm7add11 [6x664x]
Bb7#5 [6x677x]
| | | | Fm7b5 | Piano
Bbm7add11 Bmaj7 Gbmaj7
People say ’Where have you been?’
Or ’Where did you go?’
I’m a slow learner
I do everything slow
It’s my way has to be true
The world goes by me fast
But where you’re concerned
I like good things to last
Bb7sus4 Bmaj7
Where’s the point in worrying
If we should start a little late
Where’s the point in hurrying
When waiting feels so great?
Ebm7 Bb7sus4
I’m a slow burner
Ebm7 Ab7sus4 Ab7
My last train left a while ago
I’m a slow learner
I do everything slow
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| | Fm7b5 | | Bb7sus4 |
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| | Fm7b5 | | Bb7sus4 |
Bb7sus4 Bmaj7
So where’s the point in worrying
If we should start a little late
And where’s the point in hurrying
Bb7#5
When waiting feels so great?
Ebm7 Bb7sus4
I’m a slow burner
My last train left a while ago
I’m a slow learner
Ebm Bb7sus4
I do everything slow
Ebm7 Bb7sus4 Bb7
Yeah I’m a slow burner
My last train left a while ago
I’m a slow learner
Ebm Bb7sus4 Bb7
I do everything slow
| | Fm7b5 | Vamp
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13. Heavy Up ******************** Capo: 1 Key: Ab Major Time: 4/4
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E5 [x7xx00]
E5/D [x5xx00]
E5/C# [x4xx00]
E5/C [x3225x]
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Your slack-jawed dimness is our loss
Condemns us to your point of view
Who could give a flying toss
What you like to chill out to?
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I?
Why should I?
You grunt and root your patch of earth
Adrift from shame and deaf to sound
How much is your praise really worth?
About the same as your thumbs down
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I?
Why should I?
So heavy up
Heavy up for me
Heavy up
Heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up
Heavy up for me
What would it take
To get you to
Just to shut it?
I’d so love it
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And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I?
Why should I?
So heavy up
Heavy up for me
Heavy up
Heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up
Heavy up for me
You won’t of course you will be heard
Ah but at least a man can dream
I’m afraid alas the turd
Who thinks he’s an ice cream
And why should I lighten up for you
If you can’t heavy up for me?
Why should I?
Why should I?
So heavy up
Heavy up for me
Heavy up
Heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up
Heavy up for me
Yeah heavy up
Heavy up for me
Heavy up
Heavy up for me
You can give it up
Give it up with me
Or heavy up
Heavy up for me
| / | / | Fade Out
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14. Matchstick Man ************** Capo: 5 Key: C Major Time: 4/4
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So there he was then Penzance to play
Christmas Eve in a nowhere band
Now early morning Christmas Day
He’s hitching home to Geordieland
Last night the snow came just my luck
And who the hell do you think you are
Climbing up into that truck
With your old bag and your guitar
And you you would-be vagabond
No-one invited you you know
Matchstick man up in the dawn
You’ve got five hundred miles to go
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The driver now must drop off his load
The snow still laying thick on the ground
Leaves him on a high crossroads
Where he can see for miles around
The sun is shining sky is blue
And everything is white and bare
Not a car comes into view
There’s nothing moving anywhere
And you you would-be vagabond
No-one invited you you know
Matchstick man you speck upon
These vast and silent plains of snow
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