Poor Man's Out - Paul Sachs
Poor Man’s Out - words and music by Paul Sachs
It's capo'd at the 4th fret and the key is B. With a G chording. I'll put the chords in G to save from confusion.
Also here's a vid of me doing it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=q9lc8TZ5nvU
G
A poor man’s out
C G
Is filled with prayers
G
For a better life
D
He still cares
Em Dwith F# in bass
For the kind of future
G C
Than what was his fate
C G
When you’re not born for good luck
D G
You contemplate
C G
There’s a lost highway
C G
On an unknown road
C G
In a lawless land
Em
Where there is no code
G
Somewhere east of eden
A poor man’s out
Might come someday
From a Lotto ticket
Or some other way
There’s a buried treasure
Somewhere at sea
But that’s the false restitution
Of what could be
There’s a lost highway
On an unknown road
In a lawless land
Where there is no code
Somewhere east of eden
C D
See the smokestacks
BM C
Of closed factories
C D C
Against a cloudy sky
C D
Rusted train tracks
BM A7
Still hold memories
C D G
Of them going by
A poor mans out
Ain’t no fun
It’s filled with dreams
Of what may come
A potter’s field
Of unmarked graves...
It's capo'd at the 4th fret and the key is B. With a G chording. I'll put the chords in G to save from confusion.
Also here's a vid of me doing it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=q9lc8TZ5nvU
G
A poor man’s out
C G
Is filled with prayers
G
For a better life
D
He still cares
Em Dwith F# in bass
For the kind of future
G C
Than what was his fate
C G
When you’re not born for good luck
D G
You contemplate
C G
There’s a lost highway
C G
On an unknown road
C G
In a lawless land
Em
Where there is no code
G
Somewhere east of eden
A poor man’s out
Might come someday
From a Lotto ticket
Or some other way
There’s a buried treasure
Somewhere at sea
But that’s the false restitution
Of what could be
There’s a lost highway
On an unknown road
In a lawless land
Where there is no code
Somewhere east of eden
C D
See the smokestacks
BM C
Of closed factories
C D C
Against a cloudy sky
C D
Rusted train tracks
BM A7
Still hold memories
C D G
Of them going by
A poor mans out
Ain’t no fun
It’s filled with dreams
Of what may come
A potter’s field
Of unmarked graves...