• Song:

    Odessa

  • Artist:

    Sam Baker

tabbed by: CYGUITARS

capo on 2nd fret, standard tuning. 

Enjoy!


C5                                   F5                C5
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
                        G5               C5
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
C5                                       F5                  C5
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
                 G5              C5
Oh, hard times, come again no more.


C5                      F5            C5
There's the song, the sigh of the weary.
                         G5               C5
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
C5                                 F5              C5
Many days you have lingered on around my cabin door.
                  G5             C5
Oh, hard times, come again no more.


[Verse 1]

C5
He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
F5
he played for Mojo back in the boom
G5                                            F5
drove a Corvette took what he wanted from people
                                  A5
they learned to give him lots of room

[Chorus]
C5
Well he never learned to work
F5 
but that never really mattered
G5
because the dark crude flowed
A5
the wild oats scattered
C5
the dark, crude, it flowed
G5
He fought, he flattered
F5
and he got what he wanted
A5
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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