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Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 16:44:50 -0500
From: "ronnie davis" <rdavis25@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Coot Marseilles Blues by Tom T. Hall
not sure of the chords and changesbut maybe with a little help we can work through this
Coot Marseilles Blues by: Tom T. Hall
[G] Coot Marseilles was an old black man from [C] down Mississippi [G] way
He worked out in the white man's yard and he loved to sing and [D] play
Ol' [G] Coot worked hard God rest his soul he [C] never was much to [G] roam
His entire [C] band was an old guitar a [D7] cigarette paper and a [G] comb
Now ol' [G] Coot had one song that he would sing when his [C] long days work was [G] done
ain't nobody knows that song now cause I reckon that it died with [D] him
His [G] songs were made up 'o dry bones from [C] pain and sweat and [G] tears
And Lordy [C] Lordy Lordy Lordy was [D7] sometimes all you'd [G] hear
Now on [G] Saturdays ol' Coot didn't work much '[C] cepten he built a fire in the [G] stove
And when he get through he'd mosey on down and sit by the gravel [D] road
He'd [G] hum that song as he walked along with the [C] faraway look in his [G] eyes
And [C] he sat there by the road all day watched them [D] fine Ford cars go [G] by
Now on [G] Saturday night the white folks danced and [C] ol' Coot he'd pick and [G] sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he'd slide up and down them [D] strings
Now [G] Coot didn't care much for lyrics he just [C] made 'em up as he went [G] along
And Lord I [C] wish they had tape back then cause [D7] I'd sure love to hear them [G] songs
Well his clothes were old and his hair was gray and [C] hard work had bent his [G] back
His songs were never recognized by statuettes or [D plaques
His [G] songs were all about the working man and [C] Coot never owned a [G] tie
The only [C] thing he ever really [D] had to do was [G] die
Now ol' Coot's gone and maybe I'm wrong to [C] bring it all back [G] again
But I know his friends down in Mississippi sure thought a lot of [D] him
So [G] rock on Coot and enjoy your rest your [C] long day's work is [G] done
And if [C] they got Fords up in Heaven sir I [D] sure hope you're driving [G] on