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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 (x32010@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1)G (320003@1)G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1)G (320003@1)G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)G[intro] (320003@1)
         C (x32010@1)                     C (x32010@1)                       F (133211@1)              FHe (133211@1)was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
         Dm (xx0231@1)                 G (320003@1)              C (x32010@1)          GHe (320003@1)had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
      C (x32010@1)                          Em (022000@1)              F (133211@1)                 FAnd (133211@1)I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night
Dm (xx0231@1)                 G (320003@1)             F (133211@1)-  G (320003@1)       C (x32010@1)    GSinging (320003@1)my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

       C (x32010@1)                   C (x32010@1)                     F (133211@1)                FSo (133211@1)the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
           Dm (xx0231@1)              G (320003@1)                C (x32010@1)            GI (320003@1)kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
C (x32010@1)                              Em (022000@1)                   F (133211@1)                 FTalked (133211@1)about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot
        Dm (xx0231@1)                G (320003@1)                 F (133211@1)  -   G (320003@1)     CIn (x32010@1)that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop

             F (133211@1)                     G'Cause (320003@1)I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
        C (x32010@1) -   Em (022000@1)         FWith (133211@1)my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Dm (xx0231@1)                 G (320003@1)       C (x32010@1)   -     Em (022000@1)          F (133211@1) Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
      C (x32010@1)              Em/B (012000@1)             Am (x02210@1)  -    G (320003@1)          FWhen (133211@1)I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
         Dm (xx0231@1)                    G (320003@1)            F (133211@1)  -   GLike (320003@1)the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
C (x32010@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1)G (320003@1)G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)G(me) (320003@1)[instrumental]

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 (x32010@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1) G (320003@1)G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)Em (022000@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1) Dm (xx0231@1)G (320003@1)F-G  C[violin (x32010@1)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 (xx0231@1)                    G (320003@1)            F (133211@1)  -     G (320003@1)     AmLike (x02210@1)the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
         Dm (xx0231@1)                  G (320003@1)             F (133211@1)  -     GLike (320003@1)the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
C (x32010@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)F (133211@1)G (320003@1)G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)C.
(me) [instrumental]


- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com