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Date: Thu, 24 Oct 1996 14:26:10 -0600

From: Greg Staggs 

Subject: Re: Ween 12 Golden Country Greats







IВ№M HOLDING YOU



     E									B7

IВ№m flying [flying] in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase

	B7								E

IВ№m seeinВ№ [seeing] the future , the past, as I lay the present to 

waste

	E						E7				A

IВ№m scopinВ№ [scoping] all these feelings I have and hoping for them to 

come true

		B7										E

And IВ№m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, IВ№m 

holding you



	E									B7

IВ№m breathing [breathing] the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of 

oxygen

	B7									E

IВ№m climbin [climbing] the walls to where good and evil make amends

	E						E7					A

IВ№m trippinВ№, [tripping] writhinВ№ and squealinВ№, pukinВ№ , lookinВ№ for 

someone like you

		B7										E

And IВ№m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, IВ№m 

holding you





[JAM] 





    E									B7

IВ№m flying [flying] in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase

	B7								E

IВ№m seeinВ№ [seeing] the future , the past, as I lay the present to 

waste

	E						E7				A

IВ№m scopinВ№ [scoping] all these feelings I have and hoping for them to 

come true

		B7										E

And IВ№m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, IВ№m 

holding you





		B7										E

And IВ№m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, IВ№m 

holding you





JAPANESE COWBOY



INRO: [G...G...C...{C.F.} ]



{C	F}		C		F			C

Like a Japanese cowboy 		   or a brother on skates

F			C		F			G

 Like a blizzard in Georgia                or a train running late

   F		C		F			C

I call out your name girl 	  in the heat of the night 

F		C	    G				 C

 and nobody answers      cause something ainВ№t right



F		C		F		C

Breakfast at ShoneyВ№s 	at  two ninety-nine

F			C		F			G

Saved me some money and eased up my mind 

F			C		F			G

IВ№m walking in circles and feeling the pain

F		C	    F			G	F

IВ№m tossing and turning And crying in vain



C	F		C		F			C

Like a Japanese cowboy 		   or a brother on skates

F			C		F			G

 Like a blizzard in Georgia                or a train running late

   F		C		F			C

I call out your name girl 	  in the heat of the night 

F		C	    G				 C

 and nobody answers      cause something ainВ№t right



[ JAM:  C...C...F...F...G...G...C...C.F. ]



 	F	C		F			C

IВ№m riding at midnight 	    and crossing the line

	      F		C		F			  G

From the rain In my windshield       and the tears in my eyes

 		F	C		F		C

Now the bedroom is empty  and I spent my last dime

 		F	C	    F			   G	F			G

And  the lovers are leaving        I got nothing but time,     I got 

you on my mind



CHORUS AND END

PISS UP A ROPE



[INTRO: G...D...G...G...]



	G

My dinnerВ№s on fire while she watches T.V.

	C

And if you ever wonder what itВ№s like to be me

	G

She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes

D

Yells at my buddies and insults my folks

	G

I ^ГЊm breakinВ№ my back doin the best that I can

	      C

SheВ№s got time for the dog and none for her man

G			 D						G

And IВ№m no dope, but I canВ№t cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a 

rope



		G

A - you can ---  piss.... up a rope

		C

And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckinВ№

G

Pack your bag I donВ№t need the ag

		D

On your knees you big booty bitch start suckinВ№

	G

You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle

		C

Now youВ№re up shitВ№s creek with a turd for a paddle

G		D			G

And I canВ№t cope, a- piss up a rope



A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble

You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle

For the last six months I been packinВ№ your bag

You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag

Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk 

IВ№m sick of your mouth and your two percent milk

And I canВ№t cope, a - piss up a rope





CHORUS

CHORUS  END

I DONВ№T WANNA LEAVE YOU ON THE FARM



C											Am

I donВ№t wanna leave you on the farm, I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

C		Am			F	C		G			Am

I donВ№t wanna go, ah just so you know; I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

Am 	    Em	       F		C		Am	F		   C

Days go by and IВ№m still high, but you know, IВ№m thinkinВ№ about you

Am 	   	Em	       F			C		F		G		 C

CornВ№s turned brown, leaves fall to the ground ItВ№s a sound that 

reminds me of you



C										Am

I donВ№t wanna leave you on the farm, I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

C		Am			F	C		G			Am

I donВ№t wanna go, ah just so you know; I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

Am 	    Em	       F		C		Am	F		   C

No telephone to call you at home IВ№m alone ---- -- on the throne

Am 	    Em	       F			C		 F		   G		    C

Go get something hey, thanks for nothin IВ№ll keep truckinВ№ and gettinВ№ 

myself stoned



C											Am

I donВ№t wanna leave you on the farm, I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

C		Am			F	C		G			Am

I donВ№t wanna go, ah just so you know; I donВ№t wanna leave you on the 

farm

Am 	    Em	       F		C		Am	F		   C

Days go by and IВ№m still high, but you know, IВ№m thinkinВ№ about you

Am 	   	Em	       F			C		F		G	 C

CornВ№s turned brown, leaves fall to the ground ItВ№s a sound that 

sticks like glue



JAM AND END

PRETTY GIRL



E...D...A...A...



A										D	A

ThereВ№s a sweater wearinВ№, coat totinВ№,  boot footinВ№, good lookinВ№ 

man --  on town

							E

ThereВ№s a smooth talkinВ№ funny walkinВ№ dude around

	      A   D   A		    A       D    A  	A    D   A  		A	D	A                  

ThereВ№s a pretty girl and she sees him walkinВ№ lookinВ№ him up and down

	A	D	A	   D     A		D   A		E

She thinks sheВ№d like to roll and rock him, turn his life around



A									D	A

ThereВ№s a scum suckin lip fuckinВ№ bad ole truck drivinВ№ man --   on 

town

						E

ThereВ№s a boot lickinВ№ hind tickinВ№ dude around

	      A   D   A		    A       D    A  	A    D   A  		A	D	A      

ThereВ№s a pretty girl and he sees her walkinВ№ lookinВ№ her up and down

	A	D	A	   D     A		D   A		E

He like for her to roll and rock him, turn his life around



A										   D	   A

ThereВ№s a sweater wearinВ№, coat totinВ№,  boot footinВ№, good lookinВ№ 

man --  on town

							E

ThereВ№s a smooth talkinВ№ funny walkinВ№ dude around

	      A   D   A		    A       D    A  	A    D         A  		A	D	A

ThereВ№s a pretty girl and she sees him walkinВ№ lookinВ№ him up and down

	A	D	A	   D     A		D   A		E

She thinks sheВ№d like to roll and rock him, turn his life around

		A

Turn his life around   ----  turn his life around

POWDER BLUE



RIFF:



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	G#	G		C			G#	G		C

Powder blue,     powder blue, 	what can you do?	 sheВ№s powder blue

	G#	G		C			G#	G		C

Powder blue,     powder blue, 	what can you do?	 sheВ№s powder blue

	Am				   C		

IВ№ll be true,    [bop bah]  my powder blue, [powder blue]

	     Am		 	 	       G   	RIFF

itВ№s all for you ,   [bop bah]   itВ№s all for you    	[and you know 

it]



	G#	G		C			      G#  	G	  C

Powder blue,     powder blue, the seventh son of Orion 	with me too

	G#	G				    C				G#	G	C

Powder blue,     powder blue, how do you do? come walk with me now, 

powder blue

	Am			C		

Powder blue,    [bop bah]   powder blue, [powder blue]

	     Am		 	 G		RIFF

itВ№s all for you ,     itВ№s all for you    		[and you can feel that ]





	G#	G		C			G#	G	     C

Powder blue,    oh powder blue, 	I got this feelinВ№ 	  powder blue

	G#	G		C			G#	G	C

Oh Powder blue,     powder blue, itВ№s in my head 	   for you

	Am			C		

IВ№ll be true,    [bop bah]  my powder blue, [powder blue]

	     Am		 	 		G			RIFF, AD LIB

itВ№s all for you ,  [bop bah]        itВ№s all for you 

MR. RICHARD SMOKER



[C] Boodley  bah boo   [Dm] Boodley  bah boo   [F] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [G]



C											CC#oDm G

Mr. Richard Smoker,  YouВ№re a poopy poker, Chardonnay and cocaine in 

the spa

G7

Cigarrettes and coffee breath, Little boys on crystal meth

G7					      F7	 F7	   G7   G7

Tonight weВ№ll tango in the street, 	     you eat  --   dark meat



C											CC#oDm G

Mr. Richard Smoker,  YouВ№re a chicken choker,  Tonite youВ№re gonna let 

it all hang out

G7

Panty hose and Aqua Net, smoking menthal cigarettes

G7					      F7	 F7	   G7  G7

Tonight weВ№ll tango in the street, 	      you eat  --   dark meat





[C] Boodley  bah boo   [Dm] Boodley  bah boo   [F] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [G] 



SMOKE!   [JAM ]



F7    F7	   G7  G7

You eat     --   dark meat



[C] Boodley  bah boo   [Dm] Boodley  bah boo   [F] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [G]



C											CC#oDm G

Mr. Richard Smoker,  YouВ№re an Ono Yoker, Cognac and black coffee with 

the boys

G7

DancinВ№ in your buster browns, whirlinВ№ to that techno sound

G7					      		F7	 F7	   G7   G7

Your hands are wet, your hair is slick, 	            you smoke --  big 

dick



C											CC#oDm G

Mr. Richard Smoker,  YouВ№re a velvet coker, Bruce and Jeff will pick 

you up at ten

G7

Goin out, dancing in the city, Friday night, gotta look pretty

G7					      F7	 F7	   G7   G7

Tonight weВ№ll tango in the street, 	     you eat  --   dark meat



[C] Boodley  bah boo   [Dm] Boodley  bah boo   [F] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [G]

[D] Boodley  bah boo   [Em] Boodley  bah boo   [G] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [A]

[E] Boodley  bah boo   [F#m] Boodley  bah boo   [A] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [b]

[F#] Boodley  bah boo   [G#m] Boodley  bah boo   [b] Boodley  bah boo 

bah  [C#]  [C#]

HELP ME SCRAPE THE MUCUS OFF MY BRAIN





G...Bm.Am.G...



				    Am	  D					G D/F# Em

I guess itВ№s something in my brain -- I need whiskey to ease the pain

			C	D				G  	Bm Am G

But itВ№s early in the morning and IВ№m feeling bad again

			C	D				G  D/F# Em

But if you ever loved me -- youВ№ll go easy on me now

			A7					D

Fix me up a cup of coffee and in a while IВ№ll come around

				    Am	D					G Em

I think IВ№ll spend the dogfood money -- but heВ№ll love me just the 

same

				C	D					G	Bm Am G

But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my 

brain



[JAM]



				    Am	  D					G D/F# Em

ItВ№s a shame when morning hurts -- IВ№ve seen bad and IВ№ve seen worse

			C	D				G  	Bm Am G

itВ№s the nature of my being -- I took some money from your purse

				C	D				G   D/F# Em

Now a Frenchman loves to party	 and I know heВ№s not to blame

					A7					D

But the way youВ№re lookinВ№ at me baby -- I just canВ№t help but feel 

the shame



				    Am	D					G Em

I think IВ№ll spend the dogfood money -- but heВ№ll love me just the 

same

				C	D					G	Bm Am G

But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my 

brain



				C	D					G	Bm Am G

But if you really love me baby -- Help me scrape the mucus off my 

brain





You Were the Fool 



E

Bless the father bless the sun, cross your heart cause you're the on

Asus4                         		E

Collecting moonbeams in the morning

E

Curvy sticks and wooden poles assisting you in plugging holes

Asus4                                 			E

Plug them holes until you see straight through to the minds eye





D                                            		A

Think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound

      Am7                                      	A6/7sus4

Of Jim and Dan prancing around the pool

                         E                         A            E

You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you, you were the fool

                      D                      		A      E

But there's something you can do





You can wash your arm in a pool of mud, you can chop a tree to prevent 

a flood

You can speak with a turtle just by flipping him around

You can build a boat and sail the sea, you can buy a moat and forge a 

key

Initiate the sequence, create catastrophe





CHORUS





REPEAT 1st VERSE





D                                                     A

Think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound

      Am7                                     	 A6/7sus4

Of Jim and Dan prancing around the pool

                           E                      A            E

You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you, you were the fool

                      D                      	        C                    	  

E

But there's something you can do you were the fool

FLUFFY





D		Em			D		Em

Fluffy, furry buddy, chewed his leg on the porch

D			F/D		G

WhyВ№d you do it Fluffy - on the porch

D		Em			D		Em

Good dog Fluffy, old friend, my pal

D			F/D		G

FluffyВ№s got his buddy, on the porch

D		Em			D		Em

Penny - sheВ№s my girlie, she sits here with me, on the porch

D			F/D		G

Penny looks so pretty, on the porch

D		Em			D		Em

Penny takes Fluffy -- for a walk -- out on the path

D			F/D		G

Fluffy chases the other doggies -- on the path

D		Em			D		Em

The pig says to Penny 	Віget Fluffy back on the porchВІ

D			F/D		G

So me and Fluffy and Penny 	are on the Porch



D	Em		D	Em	D	F/D	G  REPEAT                    

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