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A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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[Actually in F; capo 5, I think.  Each chord is one measure, except two
chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]

C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G    C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G
[intro]

         C                       C                         F                F
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
         Dm                   G                C            G
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
      C                            Em                F                   F
And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night
Dm                   G               F  -  G         C      G
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

       C                     C                       F                  F
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
           Dm                G                  C              G
I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
C                                Em                     F                   F
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot
        Dm                  G                   F    -   G       C
In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop

             F                       G
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
        C   -   Em           F
With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Dm                   G         C     -     Em            F
  Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
      C                Em/B               Am    -    G            F
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
         Dm                      G              F    -   G
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
C  C  F  F  G  G  C  G
(me) [instrumental]

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He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me C C F F G G C G C Em F F Dm G F-G C [violin solo] [harmonica solo] Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine Dm G F - G Am Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me Dm G F - G Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me C C F F G G C C. (me) [instrumental] - Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com








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