• Song:

    Odessa

  • Artist:

    Sam Baker

song: Odessa
Artist: Sam Baker
tabbed by: CYGUITARS

capo on 2nd fret, standard tuning. 

Enjoy!


C                                   F                C
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
                        G               C
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
C                                       F                  C
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
                 G              C
Oh, hard times, come again no more.


C                      F            C
There's the song, the sigh of the weary.
                         G               C
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
C                                 F              C
Many days you have lingered on around my cabin door.
                  G             C
Oh, hard times, come again no more.


[Verse 1]

C
He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
F
he played for Mojo back in the boom
G                                            F
drove a Corvette took what he wanted from people
                                  Am
they learned to give him lots of room

[Chorus]
C
Well he never learned to work
F 
but that never really mattered
G
because the dark crude flowed
Am
the wild oats scattered
C
the dark, crude, it flowed
G
He fought, he flattered
F
and he got what he wanted
Am
it was the only thing that mattered


[Verse 2]
Well life was easy and the big jacks pumped
pooring cash from the permian field
There were cabinets full of high grade scotch 
garage, full of high speed steel

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Then he killed a girl when he rolled the Corvette
Daddy's money made the lawyers go away
his mother bought vodka with all that cash
she kind of knew, yeah she kind of knew

Well he's an old man now
lives on his dead Daddy's place
never took a wife, gunna die without a trace
you see he loved the girl who was pinned in the 'vette
he talkes to her everyday
her face face was blood and diamonds
he remembers her, that way.

[Chorus]

[Outro](same chords as Intro)
There's a pale droopy maiden who toiled her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighin' all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
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