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  Bob Dylan is NOT Mouse despite the fact that the two sound exactly
  alike on record.  Mouse's 'A Public Execution' has caused all kinds of
  comment because people find it hard to believe that someone else can
  actually sound so similar to Bob Dylan.  In fact, one of Columbia
  Records' public relations men got the fright of his life when he went to
  a radio station (which shall remain nameless, but you know which one!)
  and the playful jocks covered the label of Mouse's disc and told the
  unfortunate P.R. man that it was a Dylan record.  -- KRLA Beat, 1966

If anyone is interested in a Mouse interview (from Texas punk 'zine _Not
Fade Away_), get back to me.  --AWR


                          "A Public Execution"
             (Ronnie "Mouse" Weiss - Knox "Bugs" Henderson)

Intro:

	Electric 12-string [repeated at end of each verse, transposed
	to Ab for verse 4]:

	(G)
	 v   v   v   v     v           v           v           v
	-----10----------|-------10-------10-------10-------10-------|
	-------------10--|-10h12----10h12----10h12----10h12----10h12-|
	---------12------|-------------------------------------------|
	-----------------|-------------------------------------------|
	-----------------|-------------------------------------------|
	-----------------|-------------------------------------------|

	C     F      G     F
	/  /  /  /   /  /  /  /

	      C                   F            G                  F
	Some words are best not spoken, some things are best not said
	      C                           F
	But since this is your public execution I think I'm gonna go right on
	      G [w/12-string, as above]
	    ahead

Verse 1:

	      C                   F                       G               F
	The mailman brought your letter, babe, where you told me how you feel
	    C                   F                    G               F
	N about the things he said he told you, that is, I'm such a heel
	    C                 F             G               F
	But I could never be honest that t you I've always lied
	         C                F                               G
	When he saw me take some other hide for a two-wheel pony ride

Bridge 1:

	 F                       G
	You at least might have asked me
	         F                       G
	If the scene was really what it seemed
	             C         F       C
	But like a queen ruled by her jester
	      F                 G
	Your conclusions was esteemed [?]

Verse 2:

	You said I disappointed you wherever all the things I've done
	N that you had convinced yourself I was the only one
	T really make you happy, satisfy your soul
	Now you say I've failed you since we've spent up all my gold

Bridge 2:

	Have you ever seen the truth, therefore
	Have you ever made a try
	Such a thing for you's so impossible
	With them beans all in your eyes

Verse 3:

	Whoa, I read where you said you want one good chance t really put
	     me down
	N how you'd love t smear my name all over my home town
	Said some Mouse made a fool of you n said don't waste a dime
	Your phone is out of order now, babe, for me you've got no time

Bridge 3:

	If this is really what you're thinkin'
	That it's really, really all my fault
	You better find yourself a welder, baby
	(C)             F                  G      Ab
	'Cause you got locked up in your vault

	[key change to Db]

Verse 4:

	          C#                  F#           Ab                F#
	Yeah, you got your point put over now, it seems you found a match
	 C#                F#                        Ab              F#
	Burn the bridge behind you, babe, slam your door, throw the latch
	   C#                   F#                Ab               F#
	I know just how you're hurtin' from your feelings as they burn
	     C#             F#                              Ab
	I'd like t say I'm sorry, but it's no longer my concern

Coda:	[rant over Db-Gb-Ab-Gb to fade]

	So goodbye
	Go on n have a real good cry
	I've found me a brand new high
	She just loves a two-wheel pony ride
	You better get yourself a welder, babe
	Go on, get out of here...


-- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers