I’M GETTING’ PRETTY GOOD AT BEING LONESOME by Bob Wright © G I got one coffee cup and that seems to be enough D I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome got one tire on my car but I don’t travel far G G7 I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome (chorus) C G being lonesome just seems to work best for me A D I don’t have to waste my time livin’ out my dreams G lots more room in the house since that last mouse checked out D G I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome I got one pair of shoes but they don’t see much use I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome got one door on the house but I never go out I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome (chorus) being lonesome just seems to work best for me I don’t have to waste my time In someone else’s dreams Everything stays the same When there’s no one else to blame I’m gettin’ pretty good at being lonesome I’m gettin’ pretty good At being lonesome

COME HERE BABY (capo 2nd) © Bob Wright A Come here baby come here quick A7 Love me just a little bit D A I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do Just a little kiss will do A7 A little bitty squeeze or two D A I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do E It’d be too heavy a load A My head would just explode with lovin you (breaks) kiss me honey hold me tight make me smile a while tonight I don’t wanna love you anymore… Than I do Don’t play games now get it done We can have a little fun I don’t wanna love you anymore… Than I do It’d be too heavy a load My head would just explode With lovin you (breaks) so come here baby come here quick love me just a little bit I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do Don’t back off and don’t be shy come and stay with me a while I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do It’d be too heavy a load my head would just explode My heart just might implode I’ll forget all that I knowed With lovin you

TALK IS CHEAP by Bob Wright © C/C7 F C well talk is cheap but talk is precious G C just like water just like air G C/C7 F C sometimes we’re stuck with other peoples messes G C/C7 cause talk is cheap but talk is precious G C talk it over talk it through F G don’t talk at all and you’ll be blue C/C7 F C if you have problems that need ad-dressin’ G C talk is cheap but talk is precious (breaks) yes talk is cheap but talk is precious just like water just like air if you’re sick and tired of always second guessin’ talk is cheap but talk is precious talk it over talk it through talk to yourself remind yourself it’s true if you have problems that need addressin’ talk is cheap but talk is precious yeah talk is cheap but talk is precious

THE DUST CAME DOWN © Bob Wright Em I’m standing here a broken man D There’s darker clouds a rollin’ in C And I can’t get away from them Em No matter how I try And it’s foolish to complain We all go back to dust again But I confess there’s something strange Tearing up my eyes (chorus) And the dust came down And the light got lost And there ain’t no way To calculate the cost Cause it’s all around And it coats my heart And the weight of it Is tearing me a-part When the dust is thick and dry And you’re forced to close your eyes If you can see your baby smile You have hope my friend The best that we can hope to do Is help somebody make it through So take a hand and see if you Have the strength to lend (chorus)

CAREFREE AGAIN (capo 2nd) © by Bob Wright A D Everybody’s going out tonight F#m7 A I’m staying in D Much as I could use a new good time F#m7 A Thoughts of you came crashing in again Chorus: F#m7 D And I still think you care for me A F#m7 E Just more carefully than you used to F#m7 D And I still think you think of me A F#m E When you take the time to be carefree again Everybody thinks I have it made In most ways I do It wouldn’t be the same if you had stayed Cause we both always bartered with the truth (Chorus) Repeat 1st verse (chorus)

A PENNY FOR A POUND OF PAIN (CAPO 3/ key of Eb) © Bob Wright Eb there’s a place that people meet when their world is torn apart it’s at the end of Lonesome Street by Breakdown Boulevard there’s no sign above the door ain’t no need of it because you can feel the heartache where it’s seeped into the floor chorus A penny for a pound of pain It goes cheap round here my friend Grab a seat and set right there We have stories we can share All the heartache that comes in Has a home inside my friend And we all hope the time you spend Helps you leave yours here Don’t be shy just step right in Where everybody else has been You’ll recognize a lot of friend’s Pictures on the walls So have a drink and sit on down They left cash to buy a round The one thing that they all have found Is you can’t have it all

WAKE ME UP ©Bob Wright (D tuning) wake me up when I get home wake me down the road wake me up when I get home won’t leave there no more time is pressing in on me time is pressing in time is pressing in on me Let my body win every body has to leave every body goes every body has to leave now I’m going home -repeat first-

UNMARKED GRAVE © by Bob Wright chorus Em C G in an unmarked grave at the crest of a hilltop D C Em my grandfather’s body lies cold in the clay C G I wonder as I look down the hill past the rooftops D It it’s likely that a soul can be saved C Em If it’s buried in an unmarked grave EM C G I can just see the lake where I used to go fishin’ D Em When I was a boy such a long time ago C G And I remember the times that I’d just sit there wishin’ D C Em For the fish to bite hard and the day to go slow C G And it all seemed so easy and it all seemed so safe then D Em Like the world was a place that would always be right C G And I never imagined that the truth wasn’t simple D C Em And often afraid to come into the light Chorus My grandfather died and I never did meet him Though I was 18 and I lived up the road Cause he drank himself mean And the family had shunned him Before I was born and I never was told People talk about blood people talk about family People talk but they don’t always say what they mean And it leads to confusion and misunderstanding When a heart can’t be sure of the places it’s been

BERGENFIELD FLYER © Bob Wright sittin’ in traffic in the center of town lights are flashin’ and the barricades down ain’t no murder honey ain’t no fire off in the distance is the Bergenfield Flyer see that lady with her kids in tow headin’ for the station with her gas run low meetin’ her husband he’s her hearts desire comin’ into town on the Bergenfield Flyer hearts start racin’ when she pulls in view shining brighter than a morning dew rolling slow on that electric fire everybody’s waiting for the Bergenfield Flyer before you know it man she’s out of sight fading like a ghost on a windy night people all leavin’ on squealing tires saying their goodbyes to the Bergenfield Flyer

LOOKIN’ FOR THE JERSEY DEVIL (capo 2) © by Bob Wright I was born across the river And my name is Tommy Moore And I can see the Watchung Mountains When I look out my back door It was there I met a woman They called her Heartless Kate Her head was in the right place But her heart would run away It’d disappear for hours It’d disappear for days It’d disappear but she’d be there I suspected evil ways So late at night I’d pull away Chasin’ down my doubts Lookin’ for the Jersey Devil On the Turnpike headed south (Chorus) So hold on tight to your sweet soul when the Jersey Devil grabs ahold Don’t look back don’t turn around he’s too fast he’ll drag you down Heed my warnings he’s for real… and the Jersey Devil don’t cut deals It gets cold down in the Barrens on February nights And colder still on Barnegat where there ain’t no city lights It’ll turn your breath to vapor and freeze your soul up tight But it’s not as cold as that sweet soul when her heart takes to flight now Delawares approaching fast there’s not a soul around the highways dark and lonely here seems like I’m headed down so I’m gonna cut my losses gonna learn to do without lookin’ for the Jersey Devil on the Turnpike headed south (chorus)

COBH OF SORROW (key of D-capo 2nd) © Bob Wright D G She stood on the deck there and whispered her name D C Till the wind took it from her and nothing remained D G Just the shell of a body the crew put below D A D As they sailed past the Hook and they entered New York (chorus) A D there’s a Cobh of sorrow filled deep with the names A of the people who vanished when they left Ireland D G where the waves break and scatter and clatter in vain D A D there’s a Cobh of sorrow filled deep with the names they arrived in New York and the dead filled the holds and the air there was thick with the leaving of souls and the wagons pulled in and the wagons would go up the hill to a hole in the forest (chorus) well there are no trees left there to mark where she lay but the grass there is green and there’s soft rain some days and her body’s a part of the land that she craved and her soul is a part of the air there (chorus)