Eyolf Østrem

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C      F      C     /b   Am    F     F   C/e G/d    C

C     F         C                     Am  G   G6  G7
No more auction block for me, no more, no more
C     F         C         Am  F  C/e G/d  /e /f C
No more auction block for me, many   thousand   gone.

F   C/e G/d    C

No more driver's lash for me, no more, no more
No more driver's lash for me, many thousand gone.

No more pint of salt*) for me, no more, no more
No more pint of salt for me, many thousand gone.

No more auction block for me, no more, no more

         C              F            C
Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song.
C              F              C
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
C             F            C
Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell
         C                        F        G
'Bout an East Coast city that you all know well.
C                        F(/a)
It's hard times in the country,
C/g            G        C
Livin' down in New York town.

Old New York City is a friendly old town,

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G

    G
Wallflower, wallflower
          C          G       C/g-G
Won't you dance with me?
                   D
I'm sad and lonely too.
    G
Wallflower, wallflower
          C          G       C/g-G
Won't you dance with me?

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C                Bb
Father of night, Father of day,
Ab                     Gm
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Eb          /d           Cm       Cm/Bb
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Ab         Eb/g     Bb
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Ab        Gm    Eb   Eb/d Cm
Father of loneliness and pain,
Bb
Father of love and Father of rain.

Father of day, Father of night,
Father of black, Father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, Father of dreams,

Album version

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Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration,
The birdies were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.

And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.

I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking,

C
I'm just a poor boy
                         Am
Though my story's seldom told
       G
I have squandered my resistance
      F
For a pocketful of mumbles
         C
Such are promises
             Am
All lies and jest
        G                 F
Still a man hears What he wants to hear
                  C
And disregard the rest.
      G                     C
La-la la, la-la la-la la-la la.

When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters

C
     [n.c.]                    C    Am
Blue moon you saw me standing alone
Dm         G           C     Am
 Without a dream in my heart
Dm         G          C    Am   Dm  G
 Without a love of my own.

Blue moon you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for.

Dm                    G        C       Am
Then suddenly there appeared before me
    Dm          G               C
The only one my arms could ever hold
Fm              Bb                Eb
I heard someone whisper, "Please adore me"

A
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long;
                      D               A
Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on.
A                                                      F#m
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long;
       C                      D      A
And it seems like I've got to travel on,
       C               D             A
And it seems like I've got to travel on.

A
Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home.
                        D                 A

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Get you a copper kettle,   get you a copper coil,
G      Am7            G      Am7    C          /b     Am
Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more you'll toil.

            C                G
You'll just lay there by the juniper
C                 G
while the moon is bright,
C          /b     Am
Watch them jugs a-filling
       C(maj7)     G
In the pale    moonlight.

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