OTHER STREETS AND OTHER TOWNS (Mary-Chapin Carpenter)
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[Each chord is one 2/2 measure, except two chords joined by a hyphen are
 one measure _total_; capo 5]

G   G   F(9)  F(9)  G   G   F(9)  F(9)
[intro]

    C                  G              F           F
The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain
C            G                 F            F
  Far away a whistle hailed a passing train
Am            G                 F           G
  Out in the country summer was almost gone
    Am                   Em            F                   G    G
The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown

      C                 G                F           F
Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise
  C                   G                  F         F
I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes
Am                  G               F          G
  Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar
Am                    Em            F       Gsus -  G  Gsus -  G
  Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard

    F                G              C - G/B    Am - G
Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind
F                     G          C - G/B  Am - G
Blowing through the seasons of my heart again
     F                G                Am                F
My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns
    F                   G                 C   G   F   F    C   G   F   F
But babe, you know, I still look out for you

The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
When snow had left us stranded then we used our feet
And wound up drinking whiskey in a crowded bar
And now when it starts storming I wonder where you are

'Cause you said that I was crazy to believe in you
You said to never trust a man who sings the blues
Well trust and that old guitar was all you'd ever need
If you found a way to love the girl in me

[Chorus]

[Guitar solo: C  G  F  F etc.]

Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes
Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times
Nothing was as rough on me as giving up on you
Now it seems like every bar in town's got boys who sing the blues

[Chorus]

[Fade-out: F(9)  F(9)  C(9)  C(9) etc.]



- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com