Train Cars Down the Line by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 A | | G | | | | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | Sometimes night. Sometimes morning time I hear the sound of screeching. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | Heavy wheels over trestles cross the river by my window. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | In the back, pictures from the stockyards east of Angelo. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | The air is ripe. I can feel the tired G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | Knees and hear the bellows. A | | G | | A | | G | | They roll in perfect order. Train cars down the line. A | | G | | A | | G | | | | Different shapes and colors. Train cars down the line. D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G Train cars down the line. | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | Sometimes night, a distant airhorn moaning. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | I'm awake. I'm reminded may be no more time for sleeping. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | In the station rows of empty chairs that face the window. G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | By the tracks, bended iron G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | Fence posts and barbed wire. C | Em7 | D | A | C | Em7 | D | | Move slow, straight, picture perfect, right down the line. C | Em7 | D | A | C | Em7 | A | | | | In a row, taking one direction. Right on time. D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | Train cars down the line. D | G | Cadd9 | G | D | G | Cadd9 | G | Train cars down the line. D | G | Cadd9 | G | D

Nacogdoches by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Am | Em | C | D | G | | | | ' | D | C | G | He came driving into Dallas, just a kid from Nacogdoches. Am | Em | C | D | Packed up Monday morning, never said good-bye. G | D | C | G Somewhere west of Tyler on the shoulder of I-20, | Am | Em | C He went reaching for her picture as he wipes | D | G | | | A lonely teardrop from his eye. | ' | D | C | G | He turned the picture over. Letters smeared and swollen, Am | Em | C | D Words that she had written 'fore the end of senior year. | G | D | C | G She promised him a lifetime to cherish and hold onto, | Am | Em | C | D | G | | | And she signed the name he called her, "Yours, Teresa-dear." CHORUS | C | | | Am | G | Oh Teresa I am wondering will you ever keep your promise, I would ask you. ' D | Em | | Am | Em | C | Em | D | Never had a chance to hear your answer, to give you back the same. ' Am | D | | C | | | Am | G | Oh Teresa-dear, if I could hear your voice I would be in Nacogdoches. ' D | Em | | Am | Em | C | D | G | | | I'd a given you the choice, and then given you my name. | ' | D | C | G | Well she never had the baby. They said that she miscarried. Am | Em | C | D Entered junior college down by Orange and Port A, | G | D | C | G And she drives an old sierra. She visits with her mother, but | Am | Em | C | D | G | | | She doesn't see her father. Never visit 'less she knows that he's away. [CHORUS] ' | | D | C | G | Am | Em | C | D | G | | | | ' | D | C | G | From a desk at Nieman Marcus he goes shuffling through paper. Am | Em | C | D East of College Station, then there's nothing down the road. | G | D | C | G And he cherishes the moments when he's looking at her picture. | Am | Em | C | Cuz she's keeping up her promise while he's keeping up with D | G | | | | Am | Em | C | D | G | | | | carrying the load. Yeh, she's keeping up her promise.

The Needle and the Eye by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 D F#m D E A E D A It might be storming, or maybe its the eye. ' E D ' ' F#m E Every silver lining rides a rain cloud. A E D A The wind is howling but the air's warm and dry. ' E D F#m So it might be storming, D E A or maybe its the eye. A E D A You might be leaving. Leave me wonder why. ' E D ' ' F#m E I hear you speaking. I don't believe you. A E D A Wouldn't be the first time. You been telling me good-bye. ' E D F#m And that's how you're feeling, D E A or maybe its the eye. Bm D F#m E With the stormy weather, there might be a little rain. B7 Bm E And I read your eye like a window pane. A E D A Maybe do some mending, some stitching down the side. ' E D ' ' F#m E Every little tear needs attention. A E D A And I could use the practice, some patience, I'd apply. ' E D F#m Cuz it might be the needle, D E A E D A ' E or maybe its the eye. And it might be trouble. D F#m D E A

Ever Really Mine by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 E | B7 | E | | | A | E | If you care, take a listen. Something I should tell you. | C#m | A | B7 | We may be over. Been over for some time. | E | A | E | C#m If I dare make a mention how its hurt me. | E | B7 | E | A Always wondering, were you ever really mine. | E | B7 | E | All the wondering. Were you ever really mine? | | A | E | It might be a little better when I wake in the morning. | C#m | A | B7 | If I was dreaming, maybe dreaming far too long. | E | A | E | C#m I can see looking back we never made a picture, | E | B7 | E | A Not believing. Could we ever be so wrong? | E | B7 | E | | Not believing we could ever be so wrong. A | | | E | C#m | And it was easy with all the laughter, F# | | A | B7 | When all the money flowed like wine. C#m | A | E | C#m | All along I felt stiffness there across your fingers. F# | | A | B7 | And it leaves me wondering were you mine? E | A | E | | C#m | A | B7 | | E | A | E | C#m So I ask, could it be that I really loved you, | E | B7 | E | A Always wondering, were you ever really mine? | E | B7 | E Always wondering.

Windblown by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Bb | A | | Dm | Am | Bb | C | It may be midnight, or first thing in the morning. Dm | Am | Bb | A | Stands me upright. My head begins to pound. Dm | Am | Bb | Am C | It isn't over. I feel it up inside me. Bb | Am C | Bb | C | | Feel it there beside me, when I hear a sound. Dm | Am | Bb | C | Its the hammer, swinging down a long shaft. Dm | Am | Bb | A | Its the motor, open and unwound. Dm | Am | Bb | Am C | Or its the heartbeat racing down a long line, Bb | Am C | Bb | C | | Bracing at the wrong time when I hear a sound. CHORUS F | C | Bb I'm alone. Chased away the demons | C | F | C | I have grown to cherish and depend on. Am | Bb C | Always something to depend on. F | C | Bb | Am C And I'm a stone painted by the rain and sky | Bb | Am C | Bb | A | | And windblown. I am Windblown. Dm | Am | Bb | C | It may be nothing. It could be breathing. Dm | Am | Bb | A | Or maybe sleeping there upon the ground. Dm | Am | Bb | Am C | A little closer on footsteps soft and si-lent. Bb | Am C | Bb | C | | Waiting on the mo-ment when I hear a sound. [CHORUS] [CHORUS FADE]

Rest My Head On by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 G7 | C | Em | I can dream on and I can move on. F | G | C | Am Aim my eyes somewhere at the future. | G | F G How it goes, we never know. | C | Em7 | But its been so long I could count on F | G | C | A place to rest my head on, and depend on. Am | G | G7 Someone to depend on. | C | Em | I been drifting, slowly sifting F | G | C | Am Through tiny grains of sand along my fingers. | G | F G Where it blows, nobody knows. | C | Em7 I could slow down, but I know down deep | F | G | C In my heart is nothing from the past to rest my head on. Am | G | G7 | Someone to depend on. F | G | Am Em | F | Time rolls on. The gentle river flows down to the sea. ' | G | Am | ' ' ' Em | Every stream and eddy is pulled along. Dm | G | C Em | F | As I look back, it grows heavy, this head atop my neck Bb | Am | G | G7 Searching for a shoulder it can lay upon. | C | Em | I can ponder old reminders, F | G | C | Am Curios I kept all but forgotten, | G | F G Where I found those nobody knows. | C | Em7 | But its been so long I could count on F | G | C | A place to rest my head on, and depend on. Am | G | G7 | C Someone to depend on.

If We Didn't Make a Mess of it at all by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 A | | E | | F# | | B7 | | E | | | Well there wouldn't be a whole lot to remember, | | | B7 | And they wouldn't know our names to pass along, | | | | And they wouldn't paste our faces on a wall, | | | E | | If we didn't make a mess of it at all. | | | | There wouldn't be a page to write the story, | | | B7 | And there wouldn't be a sign-post in the ground, | | | | And there wouldn't be a place to stand in awe, | | | E | | B7 | | E | If we didn't make a mess of it at all. | B7 | | | | E | | | I hear the crying. I know you're down. | F# | | | | B7 | | | I bet you're dying to up and leave this town. | A | | | | E | | | You been working hard to get along. | F# | | | | B7 | | | Always trying, keeping up, and staying strong. | E | | | But there wouldn't be a dream to keep you going, | | | B7 | And there wouldn't be the dust to kick around, | | | | And you wouldn't be there waiting on my call, | | | E | If we didn't make a mess of it at all. | B7 | | E | | If we didn't make a mess of it at all. ' | | | | | | B7 | | | | | | | | E | | B7 | | | | E | | | I know your seeking another side, | F# | | | | B7 | | | Something different, a place to hide. | A | | | | E | | | Every corner has prying eyes. | F# | | | | B7 | | | Every summer mosquito swarms and flies. | E | | | But you wouldn't see another thing familiar, | | | B7 | And you wouldn't keep a bucket by the door. | | | | And you wouldn't need a place to take a fall, | | | E | If we didn't make a mess of it at all. | | | B7 | No, you wouldn't need a place to take a fall, | | | E | | B7 | | E | ' If we didn't make a mess of it at all.

Oh Melinda by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Bb | Dm C | F | | | | Bb | F Oh Melinda, its a dark and rainy night. | Bb | Dm | C | I awaken with a fright inside my soul. | F | | Bb | F I rescinded every promise that I left. | Bb | Dm C | F | | | I am chastened and bereft as a whole. | | | Bb | F Oh Melinda, you were the center of my life. | Bb | Dm | C | You were my anchor and my wife. You were my friend. | F | | Bb | F I remember how you never say good-bye, | Bb | Dm C | F | How you take another try to the bitter end. | Am | | Dm | I may be lonely. I may be done. | Bb | Dm | C | Thinking always you were the one. | Am | | Dm | I have drifted and I have strayed. | G | Gm | C | Never lifted. The price I paid. | F | | Bb | F Oh Melinda, I am wondering where you are, | Bb | Dm | C | As I chase a lucky star across the sky. | F | | Bb | F It was splendid, every morsel, every bite, | Bb | Dm C | F | | Every cold East Texas night you were mine. Bb | Dm C | F | | | | ' | | Bb | F | Bb | Dm | C | | F | | Oh Melinda, Bb | F | Bb | Dm C | F | Every cold East Texas night you were mine. | Am | | Dm | I can be silent. I may be strong. | Bb | Dm | C | But I was strident and I was wrong. | Am | | Dm | There I left you without a tear. | G | Gm | C | Now without you, its led me here. | F | | Bb | F Oh Melinda, in the forest by the lake, | Bb | Dm | C | Its with every move I make without your touch. | F | | Bb | F I'm reminded, there beneath a starry sky, | Bb | Dm C | F | | Bb | Dm C | F Oh Melinda, how I'm missing you so much. Oh Melinda.

That's Another Thing by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 D | E | A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You ask about my eyes, but that's another thing. D | E | A | E | Why they're always crying when the rest of me is plain. A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You wonder what I'm thinking, that's another thing. D | E | A | | Seems without a purpose when I try to explain. C#m | F#m7 | D | E | And I'm walking on. Didn't want to be there. C#m | D | Bm | E | Doesn't feel all that long since I left there. A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You ask about my hands that's another thing. D | E | A | | Folded in my lap holding on to nothing. D | E | A | | Folded in my lap. A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You've seen me at my best, and that's another thing. D | E | A | E | Never turned my back, never cheated on a friend. A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You ask me where I'm headed. That's another thing. D | E | A | | Hoping for a chance to be there at the end. C#m | F#m7 | D | E | And I'm walking on. Didn't want to be there. C#m | D | Bm | E | Doesn't feel all that long since I left there. A | Dsus2 | C#m | ' ' ' A | You ask about my smile. That's another thing. D | E | A | | Painted on my mouth like I know everything. D | E | A | | Painted on my mouth. G#7 | | C#m | | Can I hold your hand when I talk to you? F#m7 | Bm7 | E | E7 | Maybe spend the night if you want me to. A | Dsus2 | | C#m | ' ' ' A | That's another thing, D | E | A | | D | E | A | Dsus2 | A But only if you want me to.

Longview by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 G A | D | Bm7 I'm taking the Longview from here on in. | F#7 | G7 A7 Maybe tomorrow I can face where I been. | D | Bm And I'm excited, but a little scared, | F# | G A I'm not familiar with anywhere but here. | Em7 | F#m7 And I will miss you, I already said, | G7 | A7 All the memories, swimming in my head. | Em | F#m I will remember, you're always down the road. | G | A There by the flag pole. Keeping up the code. | D | Bm But I'm taking the Longview, what's left for me is gone | G A | D To a different part of Texas, moving on. | G A | D ' To a different part of Texas. G A | D | Bm7 And I may return here for the fourth of July, | F#7 | G7 A7 Watching Legion Baseball. Barbecue and fish-fry. | D | Bm See the sunset disappear behind the hills. | F# | G A Take in the aroma of apple pie on window sills. | Em7 | F#m7 Yes I will miss you. Nothing more to say, | G7 | A7 And I hold onto this time we have today. | Em | F#m But I decided, and I'm keeping to my plan. | G | A When you see me, I won't be some also-ran. | D | Bm I'm still in your pictures. I will always be your son. | G A | Bm But I'm taking the Longview, and there's so much to be done. | G A | D ' G A7 | D Taking the Longview.