Toledo by dan bern

Transcribed by kirkfat

(this song took me some practice to get the picking right.. It sounds better to me to play the Fs with both E strings open (high E and low E).. and the Gs sounds better to me as just the top two strings with the rest open. Also, experiment with raising and lifting your finger off of the B string on Cs and Fs)

 

Capo on 3^rd fret

Intro: C  F C F C F G

C                                       F        C

Sitting in the Church Of the Holy McDonald's

F                      C
I took off my shoes

F                                     G
Like the Buddhists told me to

C
And I make my sacred offering

F                                    C
And I dip my hands in Pepsi

F                        C
Sailed off to Virginia

F                                G   
And expelled all the Jews

 

F                                   Am

And maybe all the things

F                                        Am
You thought you got coming to you

F                          Am,
Ain't comigng to you

F               G             
Not in this life

F                           Am
And maybe all the promises

F                          Am
You thought were broken

F                         Am
Were never really made

F Am G             C           F     G
Promises never made

You say the stars quit shining
Quit shining on your head
Even the moon stopped coming up
Some old streetlight instead
But standing in the fields
Beneath the universe, you hurt
'Cause as the Milky Way whirls over you
All you got is dirt
And don't worry 'bout the Jews
They'll do fine in Lithuania
nd bring a picture of the Virgin Larry
To your cousin in Carolina

And maybe all the promises
You thought were broken
Were never really made
Promises never made

C F C F C  F G x2

G

And I'm closer to God

F                               Am
Than I've ever been before

F                             Am
Walking the streets of Spain

Am             G(top two strings) F
Painting Karl Marx on every door

Am                      G          F
Groucho Marx on every door

Am             G                   F                   G   
Mark of the Beast on every door

Santa Maria
Gloria Padre
Holy candy wrapper
'Neath the foot of Sierra Madre
And there's no use even trying
To sing 'til after midnight
Let's start the day with music
And wake up everybody
That's fool enough to try sleeping
Before it's getting light out
It's summer in Toledo
And I saw three ships a-sailing

And maybe all the things
You thought you got coming to you
Ain't coming to you
Not in this life
And maybe all the promises
You thought were broken
Were never really made
Promises never made