Chords: Choruses and verses: E G D E Breakdowns: E G A C Lyrics: Chorus 1 Big man, big man in a chair, ain't nobody gonna see that wear and tear. Everybody going to sign up for their place, everybody in the human race. (x2) Verse 1 I met a big man from New York state, I said "how you doing here?" He lit a cigarette up and looked at me, he said "cancel out that fear." He said "I can't get up to shake your hand, but I'll stand up with my friends. If you stick with me, I'll stick with you, we'll see this to the end." Chorus 1 And we'll say big man, big man in a chair, ain't nobody gonna see that wear and tear/ Everybody going to sign up for their place, everybody in the human race. (x2) Breakdown 1 Big man, big man in a chair, ain't nobody gonna see that wear and tear (x2) Chorus 2 Big man, big man talking loud, everybody going to see him walking proud. Everybody going smell his smoke today, everybody in the human race. (x2) Verse 2 I met a big man across the sea, I said "what you got to say?" Well he tipped his hat and scowled at me, and said "we cannot delay!" And as he puffed that cigar up in smoke and he gave his hand to me, he said "We'll take those tools and finish that job. It's our destiny!" Chorus 2 And we'll say big man, big man talking loud, everybody going to see him walking proud. Everybody gonna smell his smoke today, everybody in the human race. (x2) Breakdown 2 Big man, big man talking loud, everybody going to see him walking proud. (x2) Whistling solo Breakdown 3 Big man, big man in a chair ain't nobody gonna see that wear and tear, I said big man, big man talking loud, everybody gonna see him walking proud. Verse 4 Big bear, big bear barking tough, everybody gonna see him show his stuff. Everybody gonna wear their coats today, everybody in the human race. And we'll say big bear, big bear barking tough, everybody gonna see him show his stuff. Everybody gonna wear their coats today, everybody gonna save the day!

Lyrics: Em Let the case begin, we're Americans So get the experts in, there's an awful lotta people B7 Who have touched that blow, so tell the friends you know, to come attend the show, and they can hear it from the people, right. Em She's gonna stand up tall, and gonna make the calls To the City Hall, there's an awful lotta people B7 From across the land, so come and take the stand And talk about their hand, so you can hear it from the people, right. Chorus: Em Here, I wanna know what the cleaner thought about it I wanna hear the smarty doctor shout about it! B7 I wanna know if there's an awful lotta people, I wanna know all the people that touched that blow. Em Here, I wanna know what the cleaner thought about it I wanna hear the smarty doctor shout about it! B7 I wanna know if there's an awful lotta people, I wanna know all the people that touched that blood. So let the case proceed, and tell her what you need And watch the victims bleed, there's an awful lotta people Step into the line, the Bill of Rights is fine Just ask the New York Times, so you can here it from the people, right. You can plant the bug, she deserves a hug For all the blood and drugs, and getting all the talking people Up into the case, so come and take your place For the human race, and you can hear it from the people, right. Chorus Whistling Solo Chorus *(Bass line notes are all along E string)

Chords: Verses- A E A D A E A E Chorus- D A E A D A E A E A A---------------------------------E--------------------A----------- It was a hot summer day in Memphis, and the bourbon in -------------------D----- the kitchen was gone. A------------------------------------------------E-------------- And she slept and she squirmed and she sighed at the ----------------A-----------------E-------------- bottom of the stairs. A------------------------------------E------------A-------------- Old McCoven was working everyday, in his little corner -----------D---- store on 8th. A-------------------------------------E---------------------------- And he sweated all day and sold bourbon to the people of -----A--------------E------------ the town. Chorus: D------------------A-------------------E-------------------------- Old McCoven, is always hoping, to get her into bed before -----A------------------- the corner store opens. D-----------------A--------------------------E----------------A--- Old McCoven is always hoping, but he loves her everyday. -------E------------------A------ But he loves her everyday. When she woke from the bottom of the stairs, she threw the breakfast in the kitchen away. And she coughed and smoked and she spit at the bottom of the stairs. And the bourbon was gone so she trudged, to the little corner store on 8th And she laughed and she sighed and she looked to the bottom of the shelf. Chorus With his palm on her brown wrinkled blouse, Old McCoven sighed "Not today.." But she pouted and she pulled and she pried from the bottom of shelf. Old McCoven shook his weary head, as she strutted out the door on 8th In the Memphis sun, so she could sit at the bottom of the stairs. Chorus Solo Chorus

Chords: G D Am D G D Am D G D Am D Am D Am D G----------------------- D------------------Am----------D----- Oh, whiskey tiffs and snuffy drips and politics and comic strips G-----------------------------D---------------Am--------------- There's loosened ties and bleary eyes, a lonesome prize, D------------------ all kinds of guys G------------------D---------------------Am----------D-------- Martini gins, the Shining twins, the sins of all Americans Am--------------D--------------Am--------------D------------ Doing math on Santa Claus, offensive immigration laws G---------D---Am---D--------------G--D--Am--D------------ That's waaaaaaaaaaay over the liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine, over the G--D--Am--D liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine Am------------D-------------Am------------D---------- Kissinger's a criminal, are watermelons seasonal? Sandy shores, medieval swords and overlords and baseball scores The RZA raps and Einstein and getting wine is ribbing time Boba Fetts and cigarettes and plutocrats and growing debts Christina Hendricks walks away, Obama fights another day That's waaaay over the line, over the line Mainly told the truth to Jim, but I threw a couple stretchers in Whistling solo Bury Neville Chamberlain and celebrate George Harrison There's hurricanes, anatomy and Bobby Fisher's strategy He's busting chops and dusting crops, tomorrow won't be mad at me Surfing trips, and bloods and crips, and luscious lips and acid trips Shakespeare wrote a lot of stuff I never read, that's not enough That's waaaay over the line, over the line

Well rest up today, cause the race starts at nine, and all the cats are showing up and looking fine, I got that smoky blue circle starts a floating up nice, and that pretty brown bottle I'll be slinging tonight <chorus> I done a lot of whiskey buying and a lot of smoky smiling in the night race I done a lot of pill popping and I ain't a gonna stop until I win I done a lot of heavy sniffing and a lot of frisky tripping in the night race I done a lot of snuff dripping and I ain't a gonna quit until I win Well rest up today cause the race starts at six, and all the cats who're showing up have got their tricks, I take a snap and a click and I'm breathing the night, and the moon is shining down on all the cigarette lights <chorus> Well rest up today cause the race starts at noon, with all the kitties showing up licking their wounds, It's the eighteenth mile in the marathon race, with a blue ribbon pinned to every glass in the place <chorus>

Chords G D C G G D A7 D G D C G C G D G x2 C G D G C G D D Now tell me what you see out of your imagination as I swim through the ocean under water so deep Now tell me what you see now it's my appreciation as I lie in the sun where I love to be Tell me what you see now it's your imagination as I'm looking at the smile that I know so well Tell me why when I'm missing you and your imagination, you know it turns my life into a ringing bell! And when I fall right down to you, you think it's only fair I fall right down to you, it's your life (your life) And you know it must be there, now tell me- What you see out of your imagination as I wake up to your cries in the dark, dark night Now tell me what you see now it's my initiation when I look down at you and you're holding tight Tell me what you see now it's your imagination as I'm looking at the smile that I know so well Tell me why when I'm missing you and your imagination, you know it turns my life into a ringing bell! And when I fall right down to you, you think it's only fair I fall right down to you, it's your life (your life) And you know it must be there, now tell me- What you see out of your imagination as I swim through the ocean under water so deep Now tell me what you see now it's my initiation as I fall through the clouds off the cliff I leap Tell me what you see now it's your imagination as I'm looking to the smile that I know so well Tell me why when I'm missing you and your imagination, you know it turns my life into a ringing bell!

Chords E B7 E A E B7 E He knows the boxcar tricks, from his hat to his bindlestick And he struts the tracks all day and sings But when Jimmy starts to amble no there ain't no gamble Got the loosey in his hat and his blade's hard to handle Cause Jimmy Stabbs' the Wandering King! He struts the railroad tracks, and twirls his hankerpack Drifts California up and down But when Jimmy starts a roaming, no there ain't no slowing Lives the code when it suits him and he don't when it doesn't Cause Jimmy wears the wandering crown! Jimmy loves the boxcar life, he's grinning at his knife Guy's got his whiskey flask and drinks When he's sleeping late at night, Jimmy's counting all the stars With a smile on his mug, big as FDR's Cause Jimmy Stabbs the Wandering King!

Chords Em A C Em A C Em A C Em Bm Em Machete's cutting meat up in the factory nice The information spilling out like blood it's so bright And all the kid's are tucking in tonight, you know what they say? They just ask 'bout that machete just about every day Machete's cutting jungle off the path where we sneak We're sweating and a twitching every day of the week And all the kids are staying up tonight to play in the shop And watching the machetes till they're finally stopped Blades are twirling round round and round all nice in the field And the sun is beating until it's time for a meal And all the kids are growing up and want to work with the blades Then you give them that machete and they got it made