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Date: 11/18/99; 10:52:22 AM
From: TWMS123@aol.com
Subject: Time's Hand In Your Pocket, by Max Stalling

"Time's Hand In Your Pocket"
by, Max Stalling
from the CD "Comfort In The Curves"
transcribed by, Tony Williams

Intro: [Cm]..[Eb]..[Bb]..[Gm]......

[Cm] It's the sag in the [Eb] timbers of and [Bb] abandoned line [Gm] shack
The [Cm] conspicuous [Eb] hump of a [Bb] gray woman's [Gm] back
It's the [Cm] weeds in the [Eb] rails of the [Bb] Burlington [Gm] track
It's the [Cm] knowing that [Eb] yesterday can never come [F] back

[Cm] Like a windmill [Eb] that's harnessed the [Bb] breeze for [Gm] years
Till the [Cm] gusts and the [Eb] rust have [Bb] ruined it's [Gm] gears
It's a [Cm] faded out [Eb] map from when the [Bb] steel rails still [Gm] shown
It's a [Cm] well worn old [Eb] riding horse that some kid's [F] outgrown

 It's time's [Bb] hand in your [Dm] pocket taking [Gm] all that you own
[Bb] It's the Frio Town [Dm] courthouse left to [Gm] stand all alone
[Bb] It's the age of the [Dm] cowboy when there's [Gm] no old west left
[Cm] Where we go from [Eb] here boys is anyone's [F] guess I guess

[Cm] It's a whore's [Eb] realization that her [Bb] beauty will [Gm] spoil
It's a [Cm] wildcatter's [Eb] nightmare that there [Bb] is no more [Gm] oil
It's the [Cm] hills and the [Eb] parries [Bb] dissected with [Gm] roads
It's the [Cm] future, the [Eb] damned future , and it's and [F] ill wind that 
bodes

It's time's [Bb] hand in your [Dm] pocket taking [Gm] all that you own
The [Bb] gambler's tired [Dm] eyes when his [Gm] last card is thrown
It's the [Bb] age of the [Dm] cowboy when there's [Gm] no old west left
[Cm] Where we go from [Eb] here boys is anyone's [F] guess I guess

instrumental:

[Cm] The old mountain [Eb] man has seen his [Bb] last first [Gm] snow
The [Cm] dried up old [Eb] poet he knows his [Bb] last rhyme has [Gm] flowed
[Cm] I don't believe [Eb] things [Bm] live just to [Gm] die
But [Cm] I just don't [Eb] think I'll ever [F] understand why

It's time's [Bb] hand in your [Dm] pocket taking [Gm] all that you own
Like the [Bb] wave robs the [Dm] shoreline and [Gm] wind carves the stone
It's the [Bb] age of the [Dm] cowboy when there's [Gm] no old west left
[Cm] Where we go from [Eb] here boys
[Cm] Where the hell are we [Eb] now boys
[Cm] Wha'll we do [Eb] now boys is anyone's [F] guess I guess
[N/C] I'd sure hate to [Cm] guess.


There you have it, friends.
if anyone is interested in buying max's cd they can order it 
by sending $17 to: MAX STALLING P.O. box 721144 Dallas Tx. 
75372-1144 also his e-mail is 
Max@Maxstalling.com.