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A LOT LIKE ME (Mary Chapin Carpenter) ------------------------------------- [Actually in F; capo 5, I think. Each chord is one measure, except two chords joined by a hyphen (e.g., "F - G") are one measure _total_.]
C[inCtroF] F G G C G C C F F G G C G He was a Clong tall stranger from Cway down south where he'd Fleft his life behFind He had a Dmbig old Gibson and a Gpickup truck and CShenandoah eyGes And I Cremember him sitting in that Emlocal bar where I Fearned my pay each nFight DmSinging my songs to eGmpty chairs and Fgoi

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ng Ghome half Ctight G
So the Cnights rolled by like Cheadlights shining on a Flonesome strip of tFar I kept his Dmwords of kindness Gclose to me like a Cpick on my guitGar; And we CTalked about the singers and the Emsongs we loved and the Fsongs we'd most forgFot In that Dmrun-down bar they'd Gmake last call and IF'd ne

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ver Gwant to Cstop
'Cause I was Fliving on nothing but a Gyoung girl's dreams With my Ccowb

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oy bEmoots and my oFld six-string Dm Hitching my wagon tGo a star, Cdreami

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ng of Emleaving those Flocal bars When IC'd get him up at Em/Bclosing time for a Amcouple

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of sGongs and a chFance to shine Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhellu

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va lGot like me C(meC) [FinsFtruGmenGtalC] G
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me C C F F G G C G C Em F F Dm G F-G C [violin solo] [harmonica solo] Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found 'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhell

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of a lGot like Amme Like the Dmstar that he'd always Gbe, he looked a Fhell

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of a lGot like me C C F F G G C C. (me) [instrumental]
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com