Am              C
Slavin’ away, all for you my love,

        F
and I’ve nothing to show for it

                  Am
‘cept my dusty old book full of pictures.

        Am                C     
Dusty old book, tell me a story

           F
‘bout how I wasn’t so tired

                   Am
from all my slavin’ away.


Then play this chord progression a few times
(listen to the song and it will make sense):

A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A

*Weird bass line*

Am
I ran off,

     C
put on corduroy knickers that I got from the coal shoveling kid

F
and hitch-hiked in a rickety old Ford,

Am
hitch-hiked in a rattley old Norton side-car

Am                          C
“down strange roads, in the purring rain”, as the poet put it,

F
on up to St. Paul

Am
on a cold day in the middle of the fall.



And they picked me up
for not wearing a dress
and suspended my sentence
if I wore something with a strap that was pink
and I scrubbed up good on somebody’s sink.
So now I’ll catch the Canadian Pacific and not be too specific,
to somewhere up north,
and get into lumber and slumber when I like
and in the spring ride down into Cheyenne on my bike.

**HAPPY PART**
A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A

**Weird bass line stuff**

Then play the same "Slavin Away" chord progression (Am, C, F, Am) for the 
spoken word, and up until the happy part and you play this:

Instrumental (happy part): A, F#, D, E, A, F, E, A

Crazy dramatic part: Am, C, F, Am

A                F#
I could see her, looking in the mirror at me

D                       E               A
wondering if it wasn’t plain for everyone t’see–

F                       E               A
nothing ever seemed to turn out how it might be.