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Date: 5/20/99; 12:01:00 PM
From: "Mark and Allison Albert" <markalbert@pipeline.com>
Subject: w/welch_gillian/caleb_meyer.crd

CALEB MEYER (Gillian Welch and David Rawlings)
performed by Gillian Welch on HELL AMONG THE YEARLINGS (1998)
transcribed by Mark Albert markalbert@pipeline.com


SUGGESTED CHORD FINGERINGS (capo 6, modal chords):

  Am       G         D
|-0-|    |-3-|     |-0-|
|-0-|    |-3-|     |-1-|
|-2-|    |-0-|     |-2-|
|-2-|    |-0-|     |-0-|
|-0-|    |-2-|     |---|
|---|    |-3-|     |---|


CHORD CHART
|Am |Am |Am |G |G |D |D |Am |


Am
Caleb Meyer he lived alone
                  G
In them hollering pines
                              D
And he made a little whiskey for himself
                           Am
Said it helped to pass the time

Am
Long one evening in back of my house
           G
Caleb come around
                           D
And he called my name till I went out
                 Am
With no one else around


CHORUS:
Am
Caleb Meyer your ghost is gonna
                   G
Wear them rattling chains
                 D
But when I go to sleep at night
                  Am
Don't you call my name


Am
"Where's your husband Nellie Cane
                     G
Where's your darling gone?
                      D
Did he go on down the mountainside
                  Am
And leave you all alone?"

Am
"Yes my husband's gone to Bowling Green
                    G
To do some business there."
                      D
Then Caleb threw that bottle down
                     Am
And grabbed me by my hair


(CHORUS)

   Am
He threw me in the needle bed
                   G
Across my dress he lay
                         D
Then he pinned my hands above my head
                   Am
And I commenced to pray

  Am
I cried my God I am your child
                 G
Send your angels down
                     D
Then feeling with my finger tips
                  Am
The bottle neck I found

   Am
I drew that glass across his neck
            G
Fine as any blade
                           D
Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot
                   Am
Around me where I laid


(CHORUS)

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