ROSE COLORED GLASSES

John Conlee

[E] I don't know why I [A] keep on [B] believin you [E] need me,

When you [B] prove so many times that it ain't true,

kAnd I con't [E] find one good [A] reason for [B] staying,

[A] Maybe by [B] leaving would be the best for [E] you,

But [E] these rose [A] colored [B] glasses, that [E] I'm [A] looking [B]
through,

[E] Show [A] only the [B] beauty, cause they [E] hide [A] all the [B]
truth,

And they [E] let me hold [A] on to the good [B] times, the good [A]
lines,

The [B] ones I used to hear when I held you,

And they [E] keep me from [A] feeling so [B] cheated, [A] defeated,

When [B] reflections in your eyes show me a fool

[E] These rose [A] colored [B] glasses, that [E] I'm [A] looking [B]
through,

[E] Show [A] only the [B] beauty, cause they [E] hide [A] all the [B]
truth,

So I just [E] keep on [A] hope-in, [B] believin that [A] maybe,

By [B] countin the many times I've tried,

You'll [E] believe me when I [A] say I [B] love you and

I'll [A] lay these [B] rose colored glasses [E] aside,

These rose [A] colored [B] glasses, that [E] I'm [A] looking [B]
through,

[E] Show [A] only the [B] beauty, cause they [E] hide [A] all the [B]
truth

Backside Of Thirty
By John Conlee
Transcribed by Larry Mofle rmofle@satx.rr.com

G C D
Makin' money at 30 with a wife and a son
G A7 D
Then a short 5 years later, it all comes undone
G C D
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
G D G
Now I'm wine drunk and runnin' with them on my mind

Chorus:
C G
I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
B7 C D
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
C G
On the backside of thirty, the short side of time
D C
Back on the bottom with no will to climb

It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick

I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide

Merle Haggard
A D
Could be holding you tonight
D A
Could be doing wrong or doing right
A E
You don't care about what I think
E A
I think I'll just stay here and drink

A D
Hey, putting you down won't square the deal
D A
A least you'll know what I feel
A E
Hey, take all the money in the bank
E A
I think I'll just stay here and drink

A D
Hey, listen close and you can hear
D A
That loud jukebox playing in my ear
A E
Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think
E A
I think I'll just stay here and drink

A D
Hey, hurtin' me know don't mean a thing
D A
Since love ain't here I don't feel a thing
A E
My mind ain't nothing but a total blank
E A
I think I'll just stay here and drink
My Favorite Memory
Written and performed by Merle Haggard
c1981 Shade Tree Music, Inc.

F Bb Gm Dm Bb
The first time we met is a favorite mem'ry of mine.
C7
They say time changes all it pertains to
F
But your memory is stronger than time.
Bb
I guess everything does change except what you choose to recall.
C7
There's a million good daydreams to dream on
F C7 F C7 F C7 F
But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all.

Like the night we made love in the hallway,

C7 Bb Gm Dm Bb
Slept all night long on the floor.
C7 F
Like the winter we spent at Lake Shasta alone, and closer than ever
before.

And I remember that London vacation.

Bb Gm Dm Bb
It was you who made the whole thing a ball.
C7
There's a million good-times I could dwell on,
F C7 F C7 F C7 F
But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all.

Country Boy Can Survive -- Hank Williams Jr.

Transcribed by: Skip (Damn Skippy) otsi@ix.netcom.com

This is the way I play the intro.

D Am7 G D |----------------------| D
|----------------------|
|----------------------|
|--3p2p0---------------|
|--------3p2p0-----0---|
|--------------2h4-----|

I don't know how to write the riffs that are added during the song.
Some are hammer on and pull offs on the 4th & 5th string while strumming
the D chord.

Verse
D Am7
The preacher man says its the end of time
G D
And the Mississippi River shes a goin dry
D Am7
The interest is up and the stock markets down
G D
And you only get mugged if you go down town

D Am7
I live back in the woods you see
G D
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
D Am7
I got a shotgun a rifle and a four wheel drive
G Am7 D
And a country boy can survive
Am7 G D
Country folks can survive

D Am7
I can plow a field all day long
G D
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
D Am7
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
G D
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do
Am7
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
G Am7 D
And a country boy can survive
Am7 G D
Country folks can survive

Chorus

G F
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
C G
Cause when them ole boy raised on shotgun
 F
We say grace and we say ma'am
C G (riff)
If you ain't into that we don't give a damn

D Am7
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
G D
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western Skies
Am7
And we can skin a buck we can run a trot line
G Am7 D
And a country boy can survive
Am7 G D
Country folks can survive

D Am7
I had a good friend in New York City
G D
He never called me by my name just HillBilly
Am7
My GrandPa taught me to live off the land
G D
And his taught him to be a business man
Am7
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Night
G D
And I'd send him some homemade wine
Am7
But he was killed by a man with a switch blade knife
G D
For forty three dollars my friend lost his life
Am7
I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dudes eye
G D
And shoot em' with my ole 45
Am7 G D
Cause a country boy can survive
Am7 G D
Country folks can survive
Verse
D Am7
Were from North California and South Alabam
G D
And little towns all around this land
Am7
And we can skin a buck and run a trot line
G Am7 D
And a country boy can survive
Am7 G D
Country folks can survive
Am7 G D
Country boy can survive
Am7 G D Am7 G D
Country folks can survive..............
Hank Williams Jr.
Country State Of Mind

Intro
D

D
That hot old summer sun
G D
Make ya beg for your next breath
A
So ya best be on the creek bank a laid in the shade
D
Chewin on a hickory twig
G D
Pass that bottle Ill have me a swig
D A D
I aint got a lot but I think I got it made in the shade

Chorus
G D
Im just a laid up here in a country state of mind

Catchin these fish like they're goin outta style

A
Drinkin this homemade wine
D
Hey if the sun dont come up tomorrow
G D
People I have had a good time
A D
Im just a laid up here in a country state of mind

D
I said the old man's in the kitchen
G D
He's got my kinda music on his radio
A
Aw drinkin his beer and dialin up the request lines
D
Mama and old aunt(pronounced "aint" for those not in the South) Joan
G D
Probably(pronounced "Probly") in the dining room tryin to use the phone
A D
Me Im thinkin about that girl and later tonight

Chorus

Change Key Up 1 Step(2 frets)

E
Ya know the rednecks and the preppies
A E
They're in their discos and honky tonks
B
Somewhere between raisin hell and amazin grace
E
Lord I know just how they feel
A E
Ya got to get out and kick up your heels
B E
And aint it great to be living in the USA

Chorus
A E
Im just a laid up here in a country state of mind

Catchin these fish like they're goin outta style

B
Drinkin this homemade wine
E
Hey if the sun dont come up tomorrow
A E
People I have had a good time
B E
Im just a laid up here in a country state of mind

E B E
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submitted by: Michelle Sherman

(email any corrections to: SHERCOULD@aol.com)

OLD HABITS

(D)I kicked the habit of (D7)smoking back some time (G)ago

And (A7)I tried the hard stuff, but I had to let all that (D)go
But the toughest thing I ever gave (D7)up was (G)today
Cause (A7)old habits like you are hard to (D)break

(D)I used lifesavers to (D7)help me get off (G)cigarettes

But (A7)you know, for your love, I ain't found no lifesaver (D)yet
And I've gone cold turkey, cause there's not even (D7)one kiss a (G)day
And (A7)old habits like you are hard to (D)break

Bridge:
(G)Old habits like you, are hard to (D)break
(A7)Love with someone new, is so hard to (D)make (D7)
(G)I had grown so used to you and all of your (D)ways
And (A7)old habits like you, are hard to (D)break
Yes (A7)old habits like you, are hard to (D)break (D7) (G) (A7) (D)

Whiskey Bent And Hell Bound

Hank Williams, Jr.
E A E
I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong
E B7
But sometimes lord, she just ain't always around
E A E
And you know that's when I fall, I can't help myself at all
E B7
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound

E A E
Play me some songs about a ramblin' man, put a cold one in my hand,
B7
'cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds
E A
E
Don't you play 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry' cause I'll get all balled
up
inside
B7 E
And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound

E A E
Sure enough about closing time, (I'm) about stoned out of my mind
B7
And I end up with some honky-tonk special I found
E A E
Just as sure as the morning sun come, thinking of my sweet girl at home
B7 E
And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound

E A E
Play me some songs about a ramblin' man, put old Jim Beam in my hand
B7
'cause you know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds
E A E
But don't you play 'Your Cheatin' Heart' cause that'll tear me all apart
B7 E
I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound

E B7[?] E
Yeah, old Hank's songs always make me feel low down

Vern Gosdin

Capo 3
Intro: (C) (C) (C) (C)

You ran (C) cryin' to the bedroom

I ran off to the (F) bar,
(G7) Another piece of heaven gone to (C) hell,
The words we spoke in anger just tore my world a(F)part,
And I (G7) sat there feeling sorry for my(C)self.

Then that old (C) man sat down beside me

And looked me in the (F) eye,
And said (G7) "Son, I know what you're going (C) through,
You ought to get down on your knees
And thank your lucky (F) stars (G7) that you got someone to go home (C)
to."

You don't (C7) know about (F) lonely,

Or how long (C) nights can be,
Till you lived through the (G7) story
That's still livin' in (C) me,
And you don't (C7) know about (F) sadness
'Til you faced life a(C)lone,
You don't know about (G7) lonely
'Til it's chiseled in (C) stone.

So I (C) brought these pretty flowers

Hoping you would under(F)stand
(G7) Sometimes a man is such a (C) fool,
Those golden words of wisdom
From the heart of that old (F) man,
(G7) Showed me I ain't nothing without (C) you.

Repeat Chorus

You don't know about (G7) lonely

(No Chord) 'Til it's chiseled in (C) stone. (G7) (C)

Waylon Jennings

tab transcribed by Collins Crapo

Time: 3/4

D / / 2 / / 3 / / 4 / /
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy
G D
Lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
E E7 A7
I burned up my childhood days
D
I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter
G D
Don't you hold onto nothin' too long
G D
Just take what you need from the ladies
G D A7 D
Then leave them the words of a sad country song

CHORUS:
G D
My heroes have always been cowboys
E E7 A7
And they still are, it seems
G D G
Sadly in search of, but one step in back of
D A7 D
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams

Verse 2:
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From bein' alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowin' well your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my years fade away
Old worn-out saddles, old worn-out memories
With no one and no place to stay

********** MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS *********

written by E. & P. Bruce

performed by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson.

Verse 1:
D G
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
A D
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
G
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's and each night begins
a new day
A
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
D
He'll probably just ride away

Chorus:
D G
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
A
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
D
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
G
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
A
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
D
Even with someone they love

Verse 2:(A tone higher)

E A
Cowboys like smokey ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
B E
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night

Them that don't know him won't like him

A
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
B
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
E
Do the things that make you think he's right

Chorus bis:
E A
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
B
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
E
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
A
 Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
B
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
E
Even with someone they love

Lovin Her Was Easier

D G D
I have seen the morning burnin' golden on the mountain in the sky
G D D7
Achin' whith the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies
G D
Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying
D7 G D
Healin' as the colors in the sunshine was the shadows in her eyes
G D
Wakin' in the morning to the feeling of her feathers on my skin
G D D7
Wipin' out the traces of the people and the places that I've been
G D
D7
Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying
G D
Talkin of tomorrow & the money, love & time we had to spend
A7 D D7
Lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again

G D
Comming close together with a feeling that I've never known before in
my time
D7 G D D7
She ain't ashamed to be a woman or afraid to be a friend
G D
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind
D7 G D
But dreamin was as easy as believing it was never gonna end
A7 D
And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again

George Jones

The Right Left Hand

Performed by George Jones
Transcribed by Phillip Taylor
Key of F capo on 1st fret play E

I've [E] cried a million tears, down through the years. Searching [B]
for
that special [E] one. And the vows I took before, where all forever
more,
but no matter how I [B] tried they came un[E]done.

Then the good lord finally gave me the true love of a lady, someone who
believes in me. And she lets me know each day, that love is here to
stay. I
finally found someone who'll never leave.

CHORUS
[NC]I put a [E] golden band on the [A] right left hand this [E] time,
and the
[A] right left hand put a [E] golden band on [B] mine. When our [E]
hair is
snowy white, [A] time will prove I'm [E] right. I put a [A] golden
band on
the [B] right left hand this [E] time.

I'll [F] never have to reach for the [Bb] love that my heart needs,
she'll be
[C] close enough to [F] touch. And when the nights are long and cold,
[Bb]
she'll be there to [F] hold, all dressed up for [C] one more night of
[F]
love.

CHORUS
[NC]I put a [F] golden band on the [Bb] right left hand this [F] time,
and
the [Bb] right left hand put a [F] go

Still Doing Time

By George Jones
capo 1st fret

D
Has it been a year since the last time I’ve seen her
G D
My God I could swear it was ten

And the ocean of liquor I drank to forget her

E7 A
Is gonna kill me but I’ll drink till then
G
I’ve been living in hell with a bar for a cell
D G
Still paying for my cheating crime
D A7
And I’ve got a long way to go
D A7
Still doing time

chorus:
D
Still doing time

In a honky tonk prison

D7 G
Still doing time

Where a man forgiven

A
My poor heart is breaking
G
But there’s no escaping
D A7
Each morning I wake up and I find
D
Still doing time
G
Oh when your caught cheating twice
D
It’s twenty to life in a place
G
Where the sun never shines
D A7
And tomorrow you’re gonna find me right here
D A7
Still doing time

repeat chorus:

Clint Black

Killin' Time
Words and Music by
Clint Black and
Hayden Nicholas
INTRO
F --- C ---G

You were the [G]first thing that I thought of

when I thought I drank you off my [C]mind.

When I get lost in the [G]liquor

you're the only one I [D]find.

If I [G]did the things I oughta

you still would not be [C]mine

So I keep a tight grop on the [G]bottle

gettin [D]loose and killing [G]time.

This [G7]killin [C]time ------ is killin [G]me.

Drinkin myself [D]blind ------ thinkin I won't [G]see

that if I [G7]cross that [C]line

and they bur-y [G] ------

well, I just might [F]find

I'll be killin [C]time for eterni[G]ty.

F ----- C -------G

I don't know [G]nothin bout tommorow,

I've been lost in yester[C]day.

I spent all my life just [G]dying for

a love that passed a [D]way.

There's an [G]end to all my sorrow

this is the only price I'll [C]pay.

I'll be a happy man when [G]I go,

and I can [D]wait another [G]day.

CHORUS

Yes, I just might [F]find I'll be killin [C]time for eterni[C]ty.

Nothing's News (Clint Black) ASCAP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (C) 1988 Howlin' Hits Music, Inc.
Here's how I play Nothing's News (one of my personal favorites, any song
that mentions a steel guitar can't be bad 8^>). Its not exactly the
same as
the recorded version, but it works.

* - Means 2 beats (2/4) on that chord,

all others four beats (4/4 time)

INTRO C G Am Em F G C F* G*
C G Am Em
Spent My Lifetime Wishing Waitress Would Come 'Round
F C G F* G*
Telling Jokes Shootin' Pool On The Other Side Of Town
C G
When The Wistle Blows At Five O'Clock
Am Em
There's Only One Place I'll Be Found
F C
Down At Ernie's Ice House Lifting Long Necks
F* G* C
To That Good 'Ol Country Sound

CHORUS:
F
1. And Talking 'Bout The Good 'Ol Times
2. Now I'm Talking 'Bout The Good 'Ol Times
3. Talking 'Bout The Good 'Ol Times
C
Bragging On How I Used To Be
F C
But I've Worn Out The Same Old Lines
F G C
And Now It Seems Nothing's News To Me

BREAK: Repeat INTRO

C G Am Em
There's Nothing Like A Steel Guitar Crying In The Night
F C G F* G*
Nothing Like A Sawdust Floor And A Good 'Ol Friendly Fight
C G Am Em
I'd Finally Find My Way Back Home And You'd Patch Up My Face
F G C
But That Was Another Time And Another Place

Repeat CHORUS

F G C F
I Wonder How I Came To Be The Know It All I Am
F G C N.C.
And How The World Ever Got Used To Me

Repeat CHORUS

OUTRO: C G Am Em F G C
 ^ ^ ^
Rest For 3 beats In These Spots

Capo 1st Fret

Into C

C
Move slowly to my dresser drawers
F C
Put my blue jeans on

Find my cowboy boots, my button down

 D G
Strap my timepiece on my arm
C
Grab my billfold, my pocket change
F
Just a mindless old routine
C Am
Then it's out the door and down the street
F G C
But it's not really me

Chours
G
I still comb my hair the same
F C
Still like the same cologne
G
And I still drive that pickup truck
F G----C
That the same old bank still owns
C
But since you left, everybody says
F
I'm not the guy they've known
F F G F G C
The lights are on, but nobody's home

Cup of coffee in the morning

Just food for the brain
But I've been numb since our last goodbye
I haven't felt a thing
But now there's pains in my head
And pains in my chest
And I think I'm losing my hair
I'm a half a man with half a mind
To think you didn't care
Chours

Intrumental(First Half OF chours)

Tag:
C
But since you left, everybody says
F
I'm not the guy they've known
F F G F G C
The lights are on, but nobody's home
F F G F G C
The lights are on, but nobody's home

Randy Travis

Here is how I play "On the other hand".

This song has been sung by Keith Whitley and
most recently by Randy Travis.
(I do not particularly like the chord format below but
the last .crd file I e-mailed did not retain the
original format and I apologize.)

[D]On one hand I count the reasons I could [G]stay with you

[D]And hold you close to me, all night [A]long.

[D]So many lover's games I could [G]play with you

and on that[E]hand I see no reason why it's[A] wrong

Chorus:

[n.c.]
But on the [G]other hand, There's a golden [D]band

[A]To remind of someone who would not [D]understand

[G]On one hand I could stay and be your [D]loving man

[A]But the reason I must go is on the [D]other hand

[D]In your arms I feel the passion, I [G]thought had died

[D]When I looked into your eyes I[A] found myself

[D]When I first kissed your lips I [G]felt so alive

I've got[E] to hand it to you girl, you're[A] something else

Repeat Chorus

Mother

Pink Floyd

G C DG
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
G CDG
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
C G
Mother do you think they'll try to break my
ls?
bal
D C G
Ohhhh.. Ahhhh.. Mother should I build the wall?
G CDG
Mother should I run for
t?
presiden
G CDG
Mother should I trust the government?
C G
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
D C G
Ohhhh... Ahhhhh.. Mother is it just a waste of time?
G C
Hush now baby don't you cry
F C
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
F C
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you,
F C
Mama's gonna keep you right here, under her wing,
F C
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing,
F C G
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
D C
Ohhhh... Babe,
D C
Ohhhh... Babe,
D C G
Ohh... Babe, of course mama's gonna help build the wall

G C G
..
Mother do you think she's good enough r me?
fo
G C G
Mother do you think she's dangerous.. me?
to
C G
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
D C
Oohhhh.. Aaahhh...
G C
Mother will she break my heart?
G C
Hush now baby don't you cry
F C
Mama's gonna cheak out all of your girlfriends for you,
F C
dirty get
Mama won't let anyone
through,
F C
Mama's gonna wait up, until you get in,
F C
Mama will always find out just where you've been,
F C G
Mama's gonna keep baby, healthy and clean
D C
Ooohhhh... Baby,
D C
Ooohhhh... Baby,
D C G
Ooohhhh baby, you'll always be baby to me
G C
Mother did it need to be so high?