A, Em Well..., my own Daddy’s name, was Ivy the Hurricane He was known as, Hurricane Jones ... Yes, he was kin, to the wayward wind… Mama saw that was the way with him, oh, yahh… He was born in Louisiana And my dear Mama was born there too Now, I was born in Corpus, that’s Christi Texas Right in the middle of World War Two, ohhh ewww … Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name Maybe the wayward wind was to blame, ahhh hhh… Hurricane Jones didn’t leave, no stones unturned His life rolled on as Hurricane, Ivy Jones, ohhh hohhhah My Mama raised us kids in Texas While Daddy worked anywhere he could, he would Well digger or on a garbage truck driver, at Gladstell Mill There where he stacked, all the chip, cracked wood When I saw my Mama’s, hungry eyes Her tired fingers worked to the bone, like stone… That’s when I wondered where Daddy was Just like a hurricane, here and was gone..., ohhh long gone... A // Em sus // Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name... Maybe, the wayward wind, was to blame…

D s-f# I left my soul \G s-d At the congregation D s-f# People get ready C s-e G D Ready for the storm Chorus: C G \D Church won't be, ... no home [2x] D No, not when \G Jesus comes home D Good Fridays coming \C G D Coming for us all [Chorus] D No second death \G For His people, come home D People get ready \C G D Ready for the storm [Chorus 4x]

Cg Fa susA# F Yonder comes my baby, dressed in blue. Hey, baby, what you gonna, do? Cocaine knocking on your full, moon G b Fa Cg Drink all you want to, but let that, cocaine, cocaine be. C F susA# F Stroll down the avenue, just a little bit more Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue, woah ah woah ahhh Rolling up big ones two by two G F C Drink all you want to, but let that cocaine, cocaine be. C F susA# F Come here honey have a little wiff Have a wiff..., wiff with on me... I live in a house on cocaine hill G F C Drink all you want to, but let that, cocaine, cocaine be. C F susA# F I have a cocaine dog call'em little fill Fights my cat over a cocaine rat. G F C Cocaine, cocaine, running round, round my brain C G F C Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine ... C F So I got cocaine hair on my cocaine head so bare C G I wear a cocaine dress poppy seed red F C And I still get the blues when can't stay fed G C Cocaine, running round, round my brain

Second revision demo: F G All the love we now want A sus Is all the love we get Am All the love we now want Is all the love we get... Em All the love we now want Is all the love we get... Am // // Ena! Ena! Hey! Hey! Em Akout, Akout // an deye F G A sus Listen, Listen, all of you Am Chaque amoor fi nou, // wa na né Em Chaque amoor, fi // na né Am If-she-keeps-cry'in, no peace will be had Em If-she-keeps-cry'in, no peace will be had F f G g D a // sus If no peach be had, it's war we go'in to have D a // Wicked peace keeps the cry'in, cry'in, going on A Wicked peace keeps the cry'in, cry'in, going on C G A sus Yeah keep the cry'in going on, and on, keep the cry'in going on (ahh hahh...) Am No peace no peace no..., don't it make you feel sad Em When all your try'ing to do..., is find your way mad F G D And you don't know no one..., don't know one glad... D If you fly Chicago, got no work for you A If you fly Jackson, got no work for you C G A sus If you fly to Oz all they got is work for you, but no pay // // when do Am Well you know cryin' won't help you, prayin' do you no good Em Well..., know cryin' won't help, an' pray'ins do no good F G D sus So if cryin' won't help, play'in their-way-good, be good, be good Am // // Ena! Ena! Hey! Hey! Em Akout, Akout // an deye F G A sus Listen, Listen, all of you Am Chaque amoor fi nou, // wa na né Em Chaque amoor, fi // na né F G All the love we now want A sus Is all the love we get Am All the love we now want (*) Is all the love we get... Em All the love we now want Is all the love we get... (*this and above line 3xs) F G D sus So if cryin' won't help, play'in their-way-good, be good, be good

The next great war, will be like, all others Over rocks and sands, and hills that smother It’ll have no real value, other than to finish lovers And war it’ll be again for you and me They say the last one, will be Jezreel basin From where can be watched, Megiddo, while laze’n ... But it may well start in other, Waterless, too, Or the Peak of Eternal Light..., so ironic pre-flight They say mountains will split, with the step, of One foot All will see clearly bright light from His sky, from His sky..., oh why... With creatures with wings and heads of lions And human-maned faces, with feet, all there blaz'n, *on fire So-to-the moon, Alice,..., to the moon I go A wonderland palace of, white white cold The warmth will come soon, from the blaze below ohhh ohhh wooowwwhhh While astro-bodies, watch human ones... go go go Machine gun sounds, will blow in the wind, and blow your mind too And catch up soon, to the Ohio din Each generation inherits, but earns it's fate It's one by one, oh one by one, gold (It's all about the gold...)

Death's no fault of my own, then no plans can it be We live out chances as they're freed, like no plans indeed And so our Love's won't break our backs, our only hearts, freed - I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung - I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run, if no one comes - I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only chore So dismiss your fears and go be brave, you have, no one near Don't dislike, the mess as nears, it has no way to tarry Peace will come and pleased will go, and you'll have no one to carry, so... - I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung - I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run if no one comes - I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only core So I have no tears, none of my own, I have no swears to stone I look for all to come along and meet a friends, be long And try to keep, trying to keep, on prying beneath death's feat - I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung - I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run if not one comes - I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only Lord To keep a death, made well strong, since death's no fault of our own Is all we can do and I plan to do and shall not look there, down for stones Love will break our only hearts, -- freed, as one can be

I had all my kids, they're all gone now Though never my own, been told it's all rigged No one ever tells you, of the mess, their own kid I used to be sad, but now am glad Glad to know what now know, know in scads Real friends children fam-i-ly, all make plaid You meet while struggling, to survive, my com - rad I had all my kids, many now gone Never my own though, been told of the helicon Some tell of the mess, of their own strangled one I used to be sad, but now plain glad Glad to know, what I now know, know in scads Your real friends children and, fam - i - ly You meet while struggling, to survive in the street I've known doctors lawyers strippers Boho-chic' I've stood on Bar tops and proned weapons drawn freaks I've been offered the tenderness, of a thousand loving prostitutes Loved me as parent, not institute proofed piques I used to be sad, but now, I am plain glad Glad to know what I know now, know in scads You build your life like a bad street fight, blow for blow stab for stab After joy's been beaten, hemorrhaged from what you know Then all you can really show, what all may then see Is your mercy you show anyway, against life's killing spree I had all my kids, in life's killing spree, And the Lords' soon gonna Set us all free

G// C// G// C// G d G d C c She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes, when she comes G d [^d v-c] C *e She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes G d She'll be comin' round the mountain F c She'll be comin' round the mountain G d C *^ g She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes … … G d C c She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, when she comes Gd C *^ g She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes G d She'll be drivin' six white horses F f She'll be drivin' six white horses C e She'll be drivin' six white horses G d C c She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, when she comes [fcgc] G// C// FCG// C// G d C ^e C v c Oh we'll all go out to meet her when she comes, when she comes G d C ^e Oh we'll all go out to meet her when she comes G d Oh we'll all go out to meet her F ^^ f Oh we'll all go out to meet her C e G G Oh we'll all go out to meet her… …, when she comes, when she comes C e When she comes, [when she comes] F f C e When she comes, [when she comes], when she comes G [When she comes,] oh, when she comes G C e F C [When she comes,] oh, when she comes

A E D A I come... from Alabama with a banjo on my need, Going, Louisiana, my true love for to seed It, did rain all night the day I left her, the weather, it was dry The sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, cry for me For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my need I had a dream the other night when everything was still I thought I saw Susanna, coming up the hill The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry. Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, oh cry for me For I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my need I soon will be, in New Orleans, and then I'll look around And when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall, upon, the ground But if I do not find her, this sparky'll surely die and when I'm dead and buried Susanna don't, don't you cry Oh, oh Susanna, don't you cry, cry for me For I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my need (c) ustaknow (alias) all rights reserved

D Before the saddle and the blanket A In the west were mustangs free D Before the saddle and the blanket G b d g Aa e ac# D Wild is how mustangs were made, and always, meant to be D Broken promises and treaties... A Broke the spirit of horse and man D Before the saddle and the blanket G A D Rode the freedom among the mustang band D Don’t call them cayuse or broncos A Mustang’s the name by which they're known D Before the saddle and the blanket G A D Mustangs ran the range which was their home D No owners gave them freedom A To run like Sun filled Wind D There’s no reason in God’s creation G A D We can’t let ‘em run, let ‘em run, let 'em run free D Let'em run, let'em run free A Let'em run, let'em run free D Let'em run, let'em run free A Let'em run, let'em run free D Before the saddle and the blanket A D Mustangs, like the wind, were running, free

My baby don't love me My baby's gone and made me sad My baby don't love me My baby's gone and made me sad Hard hearted woman true My baby don't love me My baby don't love me Oh baby... Let the flags fly Let the flags fly At this darkened hour At this darkened hour You don't know, how much... oh baby How much, you don't know... How much I'm miss'n you...