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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


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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
It is an early Monday morning.
A Em G C
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
A Em G F
No one is watching as he comes a-walking.
C G D A
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.
A Em G F
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
A Em G C
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
A Em G F
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
C G D A
The sound of the silence but no one was there.

D - Am - D - Am

D Am D Am
I didn't really know him. He was kind of strange.
D Am D Am C Em A
Always sort of sat there. He never seemed to change


A Em G F
He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
A Em G C
The four-sided clock began to chime.
A Em G F
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
C G D A
So much to do and so little time.
A Em G F
He looks at the city where no one had known him.
A Em G C
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
A Em G F
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
C G D A
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.


D - Am - D - Am

D Am D Am
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
D Am D Am C F#m
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No, no. No, no.


F#m
You bug me, she said. You’re ugly, she said.
F#m G
Please hug me, I said. But she just sat there
Bm G Em
With the same flat stare that she saves for me alone
Bm G A
When I'm home, when I'm home. Take me home.
A Em G F
He laid out the rifles. he loaded the shotgun.
A Em G C
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
A Em G F
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
C G D A
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.
A Em G F
He said, “Listen, you people. I've got a question.
A Em G C
You won't pay attention, but I'll ask anyhow.
A Em G F
I found a way that will get me an answer.
C G D
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
A
Right now!
A
Am I?
A Em G F
I am a lover who’s never been kissed.
A
Am I?
A Em G F
I am a fighter who’s not made a fist.
A
Am I?
A Em G F
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
C G A
How do I know I exist?
A
Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me?
A
Am I?

Am - Am/G - Am - Am/G

A Em G F
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
A Em G C
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
A Em G F
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
C G D A
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

D - Am - D - Am

D Am D Am
He was kind of creepy, sort of a dunce.
D Am D Am
I met him at the corner bar. I only dated the poor boy once,
C Em A
That's all. Just once, that was all.

A
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
A
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
A
The police were there in minutes. They set up barricades.
C G
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
D C Em Am
In a dumb-struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

Am - Am/G - Am - Am/G

Am
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Am
Just about then the answers started coming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Am
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Am
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.
Am
Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Am
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.
A
They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
A
They had to go and get him. That much was clear.
A
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's.
C G D
In appropriately sober tone they asked, "Who can it be?”

D - Am - D - Am

D Am D Am
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
D Am D Am
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
C F#m
No, no. No, no.

F#m
They're coming to get me; they don't want to let me.
F#m G
Stay in the bright light too long.
F#m
It's getting on noon now; it's goin’ to be soon now.
F#m G
But oh, what a wonderful song!

G
Mama, won't you nurse me?
Em C A7
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
G
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Em C A7
Won't you please make me warm and mindless?
G
Mama, yes you have cursed me.
Em C A7
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
Bm
I hate you!

A
The wires are all humming for me.
A
And I can hear them coming for me.
A
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear.
A
Not any more though they've blasted the door.

Am - Am/G - Am - Am/G

Am
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted, “Who cares?”
Am
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
Am
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
Em G Em
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Em - Em/F# - Em/G - Em/Ab

A
Am I?
A Em
There is no way that you can hide me.
A
Am I?
A Em
Though you have put your fire inside me.
A
Am I?
A Em A C#m
You've given me my answer can't you see?
Bm
I was!
G
I am!
Em C
And now I Will Be
A
I WILL BE!


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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#
I'm the green young gentleman,
Bm Bm/A
and you're the lady with the past
Bm/G# G6 Em/F# Em/E A7/sus A
I admit I'm insecure about how long we will last
D D/C# Bm
I sort through in my mind the little that
Bm/A Bm/G# G Em/F#
I know But the only things I find from where
Em/E A7/sus A G A
my musings go Is that kind of confusion that just
D D/C# Bm Bm/A
makes more questions come
Em Bbdim Bm
About the wild and shady world that you must have
Bm/A G A
wondered from You see, I have no real complaints of how
D D/C# Bm Bm/A
you've left your past behind
Em Bbdim Bm
I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from
Bm/A Em Asus A
your mind

D D#o7 F#m Db7
I wonder what happened to him
G A
Your past is a canyon
D D/C# Ddim6/7
I'm a stranger on the rim
F#m C9
Looking down below
G Ddim6
To where it's misty and dim
D D#07
But where there's still shining
F#m Db7
A faint glow from a light
G A D Am
It makes me wonder where he is tonight
D D/C#
There's That drawer of your old photographs
Bm Bm/A
sits there like detective's leads
Bm/G# G6
With the packet full of letters
Em/F# Em/E Asus A
that I do not dare to read
D D/C#
And then there is that negligee
Bm Bm/A
that is made for candlelight
Bm/G# G6
You know, I've never seen you wear it,
Em/F# Em/E Asus A
was it used the other nights?
G A
You see, dream-lover of a lady,
D D/C# Bm Bm/A
what shakes me to the core
Em Bbdim
Is the thought as you caress me,
Bm Bm/A
you've done this all before
G A D
I think about the future with me out
D/C# Bm Bm/A
and others in
Em Bbdim
Will I, too, have disappeared like
Bm Bm/A Em Asus A
I've never ever been?
D D#o7 F#m Db7
I wonder what happened to him
G A
Your past is a canyon
D D/C# Ddim6/7
I'm a stranger on the rim
F#m C9
Looking down below
G Ddim6
To where it's misty and dim
D D#07
But where there's still shining
F#m Db7
A faint glow from a light
G A
It makes me wonder where he Is...
D D/C# Ddim6/7
I wonder where he is
F#m C6 G A D
Can't help but wonder where he is...tonight


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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                   G
It's a slow motion night in the hot city lights, past time
A
when the good folks are snoring in bed.
D F#m
On a loose jointed cruise to recoler your blues, with
Bm A G D A
illegal notions alive, alive in your head.
D F#m
You are back from some war that you've been fighting for.
G A
Some old blue blood bastard in a dark pinstripe suit.
D F#m
And the word from your loins has your mind in your
Bm
groin. And your back pocket burning with
A G D D7
blood. Blood, money loot.
G F#m
And you walk past the glow of the flicker picture show.
Bm A
Where the raincoat men wait for a child to come by
G F#m
And the women in door ways who have nothing to say
Bm A G D A
Cause your money is talking to the ones that you would try
She 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


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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...


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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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