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Date: Thu, 01 Jan 1998 17:04:32 -0700
From: ademoor@netcom.ca
Subject: Tweeter and the Monkeyman by the Headstones

excellent song written by the travelling willburys, but done much better
by the headstones.  i had the pleasure of seeing them live and this song,
all i can say is that it kicked serious ass.  canuck rock rules, plain and
simple.  (and our beer is better too)

verses:

starts off clean, full chords

E--D--A--E

add distortion

E--D--A--E

chorus:

when the walls came down...xx-xx-x
                           xx-xx-x
                           99-77-x
all the way to hell...     99-77-2
                           77-55-2
                           00-00-0

never saw (A) them when they stand, never saw (E) them when they fell...

(each chorus is a little different, figure them out exactly yourself)

bridge:
 E
-x-             tip: the later verses sound better if you use barre chords
-x-                     as opposed to open.
-x-
-2-
-2-
-0-

lyrics:

tweeter and the monkeyman were hard up for cash/ they stayed up all night
selling cocaine and hash/ to and undercover cop who had a sister named
jan/ for reasons unexplained, she loved the monkeyman/ tweeter was a
boyscout/'course he went to vietnam/ found out the hard way nobody gives a
damn/ they knew that they found that freedom just across the jersey line/
hopped into a stolen car and took highway 99.

when the walls came down/ all the way to hell/ never saw them when they
standin'/ never saw them when they fell.

the undercover cop/ never liked the monkeyman/ even back in highschool/
wanted to see him in the can/ jan got married at fourteen to a rackateer
named bill/ made secret plans with the monkeyman from a mansion on a hill/
it was out on thunder road/ tweeter at the wheel/ pulled into paradise/
you could hear the tires squeel/ 'cause jan told me many times it was you
to me who taught/ in kingston everything's legal man/ as long as you don't
get caught.

when the walls came down/ all the way to hell/ never saw them when they
standin'/ never saw them when they fell.

someplace by rahway prison/ they ran outta gas/ the undercover cop had
cornered them/ said ya didn't think that this could last/ jan jumped up
outta bed/ said there's someplace i gotta go/ she took a gun out of the
drawer/ said it's best that you don't know/ an ambulance rode up/ state
trooper close behind/ tweeter pulled his gun away and messed up his mind/
the undercover cop was found face down in a field/ the monkeyman was on
the river bridge usin' tweeter as a shield.

when the walls came down/ all the way to hell/ never saw them when they
standin'/ never saw them when they fell.

the town of jersey city/ it's quieted down again/ i'm sittin' in a
gamblin' club called the lions den/ the t.v. set is blown up/ every bit of
it is gone/ every since the show when the monkeyman was on/ maybe i'll go
to florida/ get myself some sun/ there ain't no more activity here and
everything's been done/ sometimes i think of tweeter/ sometimes i think of
jan/ sometimes i don't about nothin' but the monkeyman.

when the walls came down/ all the way to hell/ never saw them when they
stand/ never saw them when they fell.

jonathan