[A] reference.
One last note, even though the chord seems to want to change from F#m to Gdim at the end
of the first few verses, it does not, and this keeps the song from becoming too
predictable as it would be with a consistently rising bass line. Probably a result of
T-Bone Burnett's masterful production. Or Elvis's songwriting for that matter. Not a bad pair.
*Lyrics from SongMeanings.com
[C#m]
[VERSE 1]
[C#m]Third-class ti[Gdim]cket in his pocket
[D#m]Punching out the shadow[Adim]s underneath the sockets
[C#m]Tweed coat turned up again[G#]st the fog [C#m]
... [Ddim]
Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
[F#m]Between the very memory and approaches of war [G#]
Prehorus 1:
[C#m]Stale bread curling on a [F#m]luncheon counter
[C#m]Loose change lonely, not the [F#m]right amount
[CHORUS1]
[C#m]Forgotten man of an indiffere[F#m]nt nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire[F#m] station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]The sky is f[Adim]alling
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m]
[VERSE 2]
[C#m]Nobody wa[Gdim]nts to buy
[D#m]a counterfeited prairie lullaby[Adim]
[C#m] In a[G#] collier[C#m]y town
... [Ddim]
The hip flask and fumbled skein
[F#m]Of some stage door Josephine is all he'll get now [G#]
Prechorus 2:
[C#m]Eyes going in[F#m] and out of focus
[C#m]Mild and bitter from[F#m] tuberculosis
[CHORUS 2]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]The sky is f[Adim]alling
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
[BRIDGE]
[E]Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
... [C#m] [G#] [C#m]
If he could choose the time to die
... [G#]
Then he would come and go like this
[C#m]Underneath a pain[F#m]ted sky [C#m]
[E]She woke up and[G#7/D#] called him "Charl[C#m]ie" by mistake
... [F#m] [C#m]
And then in shame began to cry
[E]Tarnished silver band peels off a phrase
[G#7/D#]And then warms their hands around the brazier
[CHORUS 3]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
Verse 4: (played sparsely)
[C#m]Brilliantine g[Gdim]listening
[D#m]Your soft plaintive whis[Adim]tling
[C#m]And your wan wande[G#]ring smile [C#m]
Died down at The Hippodrome [Ddim]
[F#m]Now you're walking off to jeers,
the lonely sound[E] of jingling s[Fdim]purs,
The "toodle-oo[F#m]s" and "Oh, my[B] dears" down at The Argyle [G#]
Prechorus 3:
[C#m]Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety [F#m]
[C#m]There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society[F#m]
[CHORUS 4]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
One last note, even though the chord seems to want to change from F#m to Gdim at the end
of the first few verses, it does not, and this keeps the song from becoming too
predictable as it would be with a consistently rising bass line. Probably a result of
T-Bone Burnett's masterful production. Or Elvis's songwriting for that matter. Not a bad pair.
*Lyrics from SongMeanings.com
[C#m]
[VERSE 1]
[C#m]Third-class ti[Gdim]cket in his pocket
[D#m]Punching out the shadow[Adim]s underneath the sockets
[C#m]Tweed coat turned up again[G#]st the fog [C#m]
... [Ddim]
Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
[F#m]Between the very memory and approaches of war [G#]
Prehorus 1:
[C#m]Stale bread curling on a [F#m]luncheon counter
[C#m]Loose change lonely, not the [F#m]right amount
[CHORUS1]
[C#m]Forgotten man of an indiffere[F#m]nt nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire[F#m] station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]The sky is f[Adim]alling
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m]
[VERSE 2]
[C#m]Nobody wa[Gdim]nts to buy
[D#m]a counterfeited prairie lullaby[Adim]
[C#m] In a[G#] collier[C#m]y town
... [Ddim]
The hip flask and fumbled skein
[F#m]Of some stage door Josephine is all he'll get now [G#]
Prechorus 2:
[C#m]Eyes going in[F#m] and out of focus
[C#m]Mild and bitter from[F#m] tuberculosis
[CHORUS 2]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]The sky is f[Adim]alling
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
[BRIDGE]
[E]Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
... [C#m] [G#] [C#m]
If he could choose the time to die
... [G#]
Then he would come and go like this
[C#m]Underneath a pain[F#m]ted sky [C#m]
[E]She woke up and[G#7/D#] called him "Charl[C#m]ie" by mistake
... [F#m] [C#m]
And then in shame began to cry
[E]Tarnished silver band peels off a phrase
[G#7/D#]And then warms their hands around the brazier
[CHORUS 3]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
Verse 4: (played sparsely)
[C#m]Brilliantine g[Gdim]listening
[D#m]Your soft plaintive whis[Adim]tling
[C#m]And your wan wande[G#]ring smile [C#m]
Died down at The Hippodrome [Ddim]
[F#m]Now you're walking off to jeers,
the lonely sound[E] of jingling s[Fdim]purs,
The "toodle-oo[F#m]s" and "Oh, my[B] dears" down at The Argyle [G#]
Prechorus 3:
[C#m]Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety [F#m]
[C#m]There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society[F#m]
[CHORUS 4]
[C#m]Forgotten man, indif[F#m]ferent nation
[C#m]Waiting on a platform at a Lancashir[F#m]e station
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m]Somebody's call[Gdim]ing you again
[D#m]It's finally[Adim] dawning
... [C#m] [F#m]
Jimmie's standing in the rain
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
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