Fools Gold on Main Street by Simon Joyner
CHORDS USED: EADGbe
: 332010
: 133211
: 32000x
: 02200x
Intro bit
e|--------------------------1--|
b|---------------0----0h1---1--|
G|---------------2----2-----2--|
D|---0h2----3------------------|
A|3----------------------------|
E|-----------------------------|
then it goes straight into it- listen to how he plays the C/G chord in the song (3rd
fret on A string then 3rd fret on the E string)
Fool s gold on Main St. from stop signs to dangling telephones
Children delivering newspapers, all the grotesque and the hum-drum
I used not to worry but now it s all I do
I used to be in a hurry but now I m dragging both my boots
*
Wondering how to get from Main to Meadoooooooooooooow
*With that F chord it goes something like (it can be played in a couple variations
different from this one):
/G(back to the verse)
e|---------------------------------------|
b|---0-0h1p0------------------0-0h1p0----|
G|2--2-2-----0-------------2--2-2-----0--|
D|3----------2----0--0h2p0-3----------2--|
A|3------------------------3----------3--|
E|---------------------------------------|
Listen to the song to get this bit right
From fisherman to fish to butcher, the struggle is never ending
You can put your life down on paper but it s not the same as swimming
I dropped a hint and you were kind enough to retrieve it
You asked me where the trouble was and you were sweet enough to believe it
*
But it was such a sad lie I had to whisper
What happened to Blake and Eric, Douglas, Phil and Amanda?
What happened to Jennifer the Great, who loved me before anyone?
They re flying into the ground or walking high around my city
While my head is just some town you wouldn t want to visit
*
It s crowded and the people all look ghostly
Fool s gold on Main St., shuffling through orphan trash
The birds search for the sun at their feet in every crumb of shattered glass
I slipped on holy blinders as if I could turn my body in
If I m guilty when I despair, will hope make me innocent again
*
Or will it only get me through this winter?
There are neon invitations where shameless billboards babble
You belong to nothing at all now since your pockets have unraveled
Your soul is just a drop of the dream we collected with pans in the stream
The streets of heaven are lined with it and the streets of heaven are clean
*
But everything you ll ever touch is dirty
Keep on playing the F to C/G chord progression and end on C/G