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[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/n/neil-young/129767.html ]

C                      F

Back in the old folky days

Am           Em             D

The air was magic when we played

C                                 F

The riverboat was rockin' in the rain

Am               Em           D

Midnight was the time for the raid

G

Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela

Am

They tore you down and plowed you under

Bm                          C

You're only real with your make-up on

G                        D

How could I see you and stay too long



C                      F

All along the Navajo Trail

Am                    Em              D

Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.

C                             F

Waitresses are cryin' in the rain

Am                    Em             D

Will their boyfriends pass this way again

G

Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids

Am

Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids

Bm                 C

She needs someone that she can scream at

G                    D

And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad

C                              F

I guess I'll call it sickness gone

Am                   Em              D

It's hard to say the meaning of this song

C                           F

An ambulance can only go so fast

Am                Em           D

It's easy to get buried in the past

C                           F    Am  Em  D

When you try to make a good thing last





Harmonica:  G  C  G  C  Am     G  C  G  C  Am





G

I saw today in the entertainment section

Am

There's room at the top for private detection

Bm              C

To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter

G                   D

But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper

C                        F

So all you critics sit alone

Am                   Em                   D

You're no better than me for what you've shown

C                           F

With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams

Am               Em              D We could get

together for some scenes





Harmonica:  G  C  G  C  Am  G  C  G  C  Am G





Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive

And out on the corner it's half past five

But the subways are empty

And so are the cafes

Except for the Farmer's Market

And I still can hear him say



You're all just pissin' in the wind

You don't know it but you are

And there ain't nothin' like a friend

Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind



I never knew a man could tell so many lies

He had a different story for every set of eyes

How can he remember who he's talking to

Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you