
		Thirsty Boots
!		(Eric Andersen)

!		Better listen to the recording to get a feel for it first.
!		A harmonica would also help.

!		Guitar: standard tuning, capo IV

Intro:		<G G(F#) C G C G D D(G) D D(E)>

!		Notes: use Travis picking style, playing individual notes
!		in parentheses along with chords on either first
!		or sixth string. The <D>(<F#>) chord is the usual <D>
!		major chord with an <F#> added on the sixth string;
!		likewise for <G>(<F#>).

>		       G         G(F#)  C    G
		You've long been on the open road,
>		            C               G  D(F#)
		You've been sleeping in the rain,
>		     G     G(F#)     C     G
		From dirty words and muddy cells
>		     C           G           D(F#)
		Your clothes are smeared and stained,
>		        G     G(F#)     C     G
		But the dirty words and muddy cells
>		     C       G      D(F#)
		Will soon be hid in shame
>		   G            C    G
		So only stop to rest yourself
>		     Am      Am(G) D(F#) D(G) D(E)
		Till you are off again

>		   G             C
Chorus:		So take off your thirsty boots
>		    G          C
		and stay for a while,
>		     G                G(F#) Em
		Your feet are hot and weary,
>		Am  Am(G)    D(F#)
		from a dusty mile,
>		    G           C
		And maybe I can make you laugh,
>		G           C
		maybe I can try,
>		         G               G(F#)
		I'm just looking for the evening,
>		   Am Am(G) D(F#)   G C D7 G C D7
		the morning in your eye.

		So tell me of the ones you saw
		As far as you could see
		Across the plain from field to town
		A-marching to be free
		And of the rusted prison gates
		That tumbled by degree
		Like laughing children, one by one,
		They look like you and me

!		Chorus

!		(Harmonica interlude).

		I know you are no stranger down
		The crooked rainbow trails
		From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills
		Of slandered, shackled jails
		For the voices drift up from below
		As the walls they're being scaled
		Yes, all of this, and more, my friend,
		Your song shall not be failed.

!		Chorus.

		Yes, you've long been on the open road
		You've been sleeping in the rain
		From dirty words and muddy cells
		Your clothes are smeared and stained
		But the dirty words, the muddy cells,
		They'll soon be judged insane
		So only stop to rest yourself
		'til you are off again.

!		Chorus.