| Song Name: | Ghost Town Blues | By: | Social Distortion |
| Posted By: | gene | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | A | Genre: | Rock |
| Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
| Created: | 2010-03-21 19:03:53 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: |
A harp on verse and chorus. D harp on harp fills, break and solo. Verse: (Harp fill -3 -3 -3) 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 E-ver since my ba-by left me 5 5 5 5 5 You know this ghost town 6 6 -6 6 -7 -8 -7 Ain't no fun no more (Harp fill -3 -3 -3) 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 She stole my heart a-way from me 5 5 5 6 6 -6 6 -7 -8 -7 And then she dropped it on the floor (Harp fill -3 -3 -3) 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 My out-side's tough, hell-bent lea-ther o-ver-coat 5 6 6 -6 6 -7 -8 -7 Of what was once a man (Harp fill -3 -3 -3) 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 But in-side's a lit-tle bro-ken heart-ed boy 5 6 6 -6 6 6 -7 -8 -7 Whose feel-ings he can-not stand. Chorus: 6 -6 6 -6 6 -7 I've got those ghost town blues (Harp fill -2�) 6 -6 6 -6 6 -7 With no-thing left to lose (Harp fill -5� -3) -7 -6 6 -7 The noose swings high 5 5 5 5 5 6 5 -7 5 Up on the gal-lows in the wind 5 6 5 -7 5 5 I've got those ghost town blues -6 -7 Blues (Harp break) -2� -2� -3 5 -5 5 -4 5 (-5 gliss -3) -3 Gliss to -5, then gliss from -5 to -7 then gliss to -3 and repeat -3 Verse: I feel like an undertaker Dressed in black but no one left for dead She left me in a heartbeat, and now There's no one left to sleep in my bed Where laughs and cries and memories were once Now lie and tumbleweeds and dust And an empty graveyard Feeling that began once just as a Childhood lust Chorus: I've got those ghost town blues With nothing left to lose The noose swings high up on the Gallows in the wind I've got these ghost town blues Blues (Harp solo) Verse: My pontiac spit back feelings of Contempt out the exhaust A hundred miles an hour down a Highway. Well I'm beat up and I'm Lost she's gone and I know it, Like an outlaw she ran for the Hills and I'll start a brand new Life with a new girl and these Same old ghost town thrills. Chorus: I've got those ghost town blues With nothing left to lose The noose swings high up on the Gallows in the wind I've got those ghost town blues |
