Subject: Harry Chapin chords From: GUEST,Chapin fan Date: 30 Jan 00 - 03:55 AM Does anyone know the chords to any song off of Harry Chapins albumz Danceband on the titanic or Sniper and other love songs? Thanks |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: SNIPER (Harry Chapin) From: GUEST,Pogo Date: 30 Jan 00 - 04:05 AM Here are the chords to Sniper SNIPER By: Harry Chapin CAPO 3rd Fret A Em G F |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: I WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM From: GUEST Date: 30 Jan 00 - 04:06 AM I WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM Harry Chapin Capo: I D D/C# |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: MERCENARIES (Harry Chapin) From: GUEST Date: 30 Jan 00 - 04:07 AM MERCENARIES by Harry Chapin intro: Dsus D, Am G D F#m GShe owns the block With the dead pawnshop clock She's the answer to dreams That you pay to come true She's got no heart of gold But that's not what she's sold She just sees herself doing what she What she has to do And she's all that you're hoping As her coat falls open Give her bread she leads you To a bed on the floor Where for ten million years And through ten billion tears The armies of bootmen have marched Back from their wars She's in that state of grace Before time finds her face With a mind of old wisdoms And a body still young And she tastes as sweet As a child's chocolate treat Before the butts and the whiskey Had wasted the taste of your tongue Play the music again Of the grey-stubble men That groaning blue symphony Moans evermore And you watch as she fakes it And of course you just take it She's better than others You never paid money for You've used up your booty The girl's done her duty The turnstile has turned And you learn you are done You're back on the street Joining fresh marching feet You see more soldiers coming And your girl chooses one And the medic has brought Shots for what you have caught Your leave is all over You're back on the line And the joke in the trenches Of the hot blooded wenches And the next thing that you'll do When they next give you the tim. And you're back in your army Back shedding red blood And you dream of the girl As you sleep in the mud And you know you'd swap with her If the deal could be made 'Cause you'd rather be working at love Love as your trade |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: MISMATCH (Harry Chapin) From: GUEST Date: 30 Jan 00 - 04:08 AM D At first you seemed just like my dream D Of a finer better life Bm Much more than I could ask for Bm In a lover or a wife Em Though I work with my body Em And my work makes my hands rough A7 There are gentle things inside me A7 That are anything but tough D There are lessons you could teach me D Things I do not know Bm Things I've never done, girl Bm And places we could go Em But you only wear your tailored suits Em For me to rip and tear A7 Ah, can't I hold you quietly A7 And smell your perfumed hair? D I saw you as the answer D That I never dared to dream Bm I saw you as the window Bm Into a world I'd never seen Em I saw you as the vision Em Come to raise me from the mud A7 But you came to use my sweat to cool A7 The fever in your blood D I'm not Marlon Brando D On his motorcycle bike Bm When you call me your animal Bm It's a name I do not like Em Please do not tear my back Em Yes, of course I bleed A7 The violence you thirst for A7 Is not what I need D Your silken skin is armor D That begs for brutal hands Bm But why can't I be gentle Bm And tell you of my plans? Em I know that you're using me Em Not I just using you A7 And you're not so scared A7 Of losing me as I losing you At first you seemed... |
Subject: ADD: Mr. Tanner (Harry Chapin) From: Joe Offer Date: 31 May 20 - 10:41 PM Here's Mr. Tannner. MR. TANNER (Harry Chapin) Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest. And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood, And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole. His friends kept working on him to try music out full time. A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb. Finally, they got to him, he would take the fling. A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing. And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall. It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood, And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole. The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile. And in the half-filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle. But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause. He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws. But the critics were concise, it only took four lines. But no one could accuse them of being over kind. Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately His presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards. His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it Consistently interesting. Full-time consideration of another endeavor might be in order. He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends. Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again, Excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed. He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes. Music was his life, it was not his livelihood, And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole. Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Harry F. Chapin Mr. Tanner lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc |
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