#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!cbmvax!macon Wed Jul 1 15:39:18 PDT 1992 Article: 445 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!cbmvax!macon From: [email protected] (Glen Macon) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Music : statesboro blues Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: 1 Jul 92 13:33:10 GMT Sender: [email protected] Reply-To: [email protected] (Glen Macon) Distribution: world Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 64 007 Title: STATESBORO BLUES (Blind Willie McTell) C7 F7 C7 Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low F7 C7 Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low G7 F7 C7 You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door. C7 F7 C7 I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues F7 C7 I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues G7 F7 C7 I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too. LEAD G7 C7 Well my momma died and left me C7 My poppa died and left me C7 I ain't god lookin' baby C7 But somewhere I'm sweet and kind F7 C7 I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go G7 F7 C7 If you can't make it baby, your sister Lucile said she wanna go (and I sure will take her). C7 F7 C7 I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen F7 C7 I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen G7 F7 C7 She treats me like a king, I treat her like a dog gone queen. C7 F7 C7 Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low F7 C7 Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low G7 F7 C7 You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door. \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon \_ \_\_ \_\_ any-net: [email protected] \_ \_ \_\_ \_ Standard disclaimer... \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ Commodore doesn't endorce what I say, I do \_ \_ \_ \_ Who wants to know... \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
