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The source of this tab is cited below. A note: [[JP is one of the absolutely most inspiring and artistic independent acts today. In an age of readily available free downloads and huge music corporations an this artist remains true by producing all his many albums independently. So please, not "steal" this music. Use this tab solely for the advancement of yourself a musician and to promote JP's music.]] Runaway Children By Joe Purdy (http://www.joepurdy.com) From the album Joe Purdy Tabbed by Kevin (liquoricewhip@hotmail.com) Check out the Unofficial Joe Purdy Transcription site at www.kevin.cafe150.com Capo IV, notes and chords relative to capo D: xx023x C#/D: x4x23x B/D: x2023x A/D: x0223x Em7: xx203x G: xxx033 D C#/D B/D A/D which is picked as follows D C# B/D A/D (D0 - G2 - B3 - A4 - D0 - G2 - B3 - G2 - D0 - A2 - G2 - B3 - A0 - D2 - G2 - B3 - G2) D C#/D B/D A/D C#/D B/D A/D I was born an only child, on a warm Jersey night My mother was a dressmaker, my father drove a truck My family never was much good when it came to money luck, no Me and my best friend took to stealing, when we were only 16 One year in the county jail, made a man out of Tommy and me, yeah [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/j/joe-purdy/97554.html ] Caught the train to New York, 'cause we thought we were so tough Started fighting for quick cash, we decided we didn't need money that bad Em7 A/D D B/D G A/D D We were the runaway children, always lost in the dark Em7 A/D D B/D D Trying to forget where we came from, trying to make a new start Oh but it was so hard Earned my first honest dollar working at the mill outside of town, Tommy went elsewhere, never did like the sound of a poor man crying So Tommy got mixed up with people, the kind of people you just don't get mixed up with They beat him so badly, he almost didn't live to regret what he did Oh thank God that he did We were the runaway children, still lost in the dark Trying to forget where we came from, trying to make a new start Oh but it was so hard Tommy moved 8 years ago, out to Las Vegas Now he sweeps the floors in the casinos, oh and he gambles when he's able, When will he ever learn, when will he ever learn? Me I went back home, oh and I made it just in time To say sorry for what I'd done, right before my mother died Now I drive a truck, just like I swore I never would But I need the money worse than I need the luck I know my old man did just the best that he could with what he had It's funny the things we finally learn how to ... We were just runaway children, lost in the dark Trying to forget where we came from, oh but we never made, never made it that far Never made it that far Oh it's still so hard |