• Song:

    Times Hand In Your Pocket

  • Artist:

    Max Stalling

transcribed by, Tony Williams 
 
Intro: C5 Eb5 Bb5 G5
 
C5                 Eb5              Bb5             G5
It's the sag in the timbers of and abandoned line shack 
    C5          Eb5        Bb5           G5
The conspicuous hump of a gray woman's back 
         C5           Eb5           Bb5         G5
It's the weeds in the rails of the Burlington track 
         C5           Eb5                       F5
It's the knowing that yesterday can never come back 
C5              Eb5                   Bb5         G5
Like a windmill that's harnessed the breeze for years 
         C5            Eb5        Bb5          G5
Till the gusts and the rust have ruined it's gears 
       C5        Eb5                Bb5                G5
It's a faded out map from when the steel rails still shown 
       C5            Eb5                           F5
It's a well worn old riding horse that some kid's outgrown 
             Bb5           D5            G5
 It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
Bb5                 D5                 G5
It's the Frio Town courthouse left to stand all alone 
Bb5                  D5                  G5
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
C5               Eb5                    F5
Where we go from here boys is anyone's guess I guess 
C5             Eb5                   Bb5          G5
It's a whore's realization that her beauty will spoil 
       C5           Eb5                   Bb5         G5
It's a wildcatter's nightmare that there is no more oil 
         C5            Eb5      Bb5             G5
It's the hills and the parries dissected with roads 
         C5          Eb5                           F5
It's the future, the damned future , and it's and ill wind that  

bodes 
            Bb5           D5            G5
It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
    Bb5              D5            G5
The gambler's tired eyes when his last card is thrown 
         Bb5         D5                  G5
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
C5               Eb5                    F5
Where we go from here boys is anyone's guess I guess 
 
instrumental: 
C5               Eb5               Bb5         G5
The old mountain man has seen his last first snow 
    C5           Eb5                Bb5             G5
The dried up old poet he knows his last rhyme has flowed 
C5              Eb5     B5           G5
I don't believe things live just to die 
    C5           Eb5              F5
But I just don't think I'll ever understand why 
            Bb5           D5            G5
It's time's hand in your pocket taking all that you own 
         Bb5            D5            G5
Like the wave robs the shoreline and wind carves the stone 
         Bb5         D5                  G5
It's the age of the cowboy when there's no old west left 
C5               Eb5
Where we go from here boys 
C5                    Eb5
Where the hell are we now boys 
C5           Eb5                   F5
Wha'll we do now boys is anyone's guess I guess 
N.C.               C5
I'd sure hate to guess. 
 
 
There you have it, friends. 
if anyone is interested in buying max's cd they can order it  
by sending $17 to: MAX STALLING P.O. box 721144 Dallas Tx.  
75372-1144 also his e-mail is  
Max@Maxstalling.com.
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