Dan Bern — Lithuania

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Dan Bern - Lithuania
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No traditional Verse/Chorus/Verse type structure here as the song is pretty much in three distinct sections.

The first is pretty much just a repeating G & Am pattern, then after the [Transition] the song becomes
somewhat more complex and then the ending section is just a 3 chord loop of C, F & G.

Video here - https://youtu.be/JVwV3IM3HHk

Capo 3rd fret to play along with the recorded version


[Intro]
| G    | Am    | G  C  | C

[Verse]
G
  I’d like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
Am
  No matter where it takes me I don’t really feel any different
G
  I got one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of Lithuania
Am
  And the other foot in sunny California where the people are all friendly
Am
As they drive their Mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch with
Am                                                           G  Am
Or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason


G
  These are my ghosts, Uncle Emmanuel, Uncle Eli, Aunt Mia
       Am
And my grandparents, Jenny and Tobias, none of whom I’ve ever met
G
  I saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in Palestine in 1940
                Am
Not too long be-fore they all were shot
G                                                                                    Am
  My only link to them is my dad, he knew them and he knew me and now he’s gone too


G
  And sometimes I wanna get next to them, sometimes I wanna drive them all away
                   Am
Say, You’re not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet
Am
I drive fast and I drive as far west as anyone can drive, eight thousand miles from Lithuania
               G                                                                            Am
And if I could escape by driving further then I would, but it doesn’t get me any place new
                  G                         Am
Mmmmmm hhhmmmmmmm mmmmmmm, mmmmm hhhmmmmmmm mmmmmmm


G
  I guess if I was a true American, I could write an elegy to the automobile
Am
When I jump in it doesn’t get me any place different
G
Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler’s grave and shout out
                    Am
Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth

Bob Dylan, Albert Einstein, Leonard Bernstein, Harry Houdini, Sandy Kofax
                   G
And then I want to sing as loud as I can
                                            Am
Watch the chandeliers sway dangerously over-head
                                                  G
Proclaiming Kristallnacht is over, I say Kristall-nacht is over
                                                    Am
The only broken glass tonight, will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels
G                                           Am
We’re not the ones in the museum, it’s you,     your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors
G                    Am
  Mmmmmm, hhhmmmmmmm mmmmmmm


G
  I’ve a friend my age whose parents met in Auschwitz on the Day of Liberation
Am
  She lives in San Francisco, a good job, just moved into a new house
G
  I’ve a friend who lies in her hospital bed, after fifteen operations from a botched appendectomy
Am                                                                                      G   Am
  I go to visit her with a heart heavy from the things on my mind and she cheers me up


G
  I saw my dad tell jokes and teach me how to laugh
                       Am
Thirty years after his parents, brothers and sister were all shot, murdered in the streets of Lithuania
G
 I see trees growing tall and the sun coming up
                               Am
And the ocean roaring home and know I must go on
G                                     Am
Must go on, it'd be cowardly to stop,   it would be an aberration to do anything else


[Transition]
D         G                         Am                   Cm              G
   Amidst something you tried to re-member for days, the fog is suddenly lifted
         G/F# Em                           Bm
The haze is   gone from your mind and it's not so much
          C        Cmaj9/B  Am                      G          D
That your memory finally    heeded, but you gave up needing to need it
G           G/F# Em            G           G/F# Em
  Hey, hey, the  fog has gone,   hey, hey, the  fog has gone
     C                    Am                         Cm
It's time for you to come out, no longer a reason to die
     G            A     Cm                D
When something is over, something else be-gins

    G                     Am             Cm                       G
The end of the century is coming, like a blind woman relentlessly spinning
    G/F# Em                       Bm
But be - fore it’s sewn shut, you wanted to scream
     C                Cmaj9/B Am
Hold on just a minute,  was   this just a dream
G           C                           Am                              G          D
Or is there something to learn, besides who got the gold and who’s been losing and winning


      G                    Am             Cm                      G
But a century’s a man-made process, an at-tempt to stick order on chaos
  G/F#  Em                           Bm
We’re   born with ten fingers, so we count up to ten
       C            Cmaj9/B  Am
But if everyone counted the  cracks on the wall
G        C                                              Am            G       D
We might all count to three and then it wouldn’t be the end of the century at all


G           G/F# Em            G           G/F# Em
  Hey, hey, the  fog has gone,   hey, hey, the  fog has gone
   C            Cmaj9/B  Am                            Cm
It showed signs early to-day, I knew when I woke in my bed
     G             A         C                    Cm                        D
That something was going on, throw up the window, I want to scream out your name
G           G/F# Em            G           G/F# Em
  Hey, hey, the  fog has gone,   hey, hey, the  fog has gone

  C                      Am
C’mon we’ll drive up the coast, its a Tuesday or Thursday
    Cm                    G       A
But I can’t remember, and I don’t care
      C                   Cm               C                  Cm
We’ll drive to Seattle or else Oklahoma or else if we wanna a boat to Hawaii
   C                    Cm                D
Or maybe Japan with the kings of karaoke, come out!

[Outro]
F                         C                   G
    Come on out girl, you gotta come out now
F                    C                      G
Maybe the only thing jumping in the car and driving can get us is an empty tank of gas
F                                  G
 It sure beats sitting around here
F                  C                                 G        F
   Maybe we’ll get lucky, find our own private river valley
C                        G
Or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg
F                                             G
  Maybe we’ll meet some good people along the way
        F    C                               G
And any-way,   you know I’ll never leave you
F      C                G    F                      G    F  C    G
  I’ll never leave you,        I’ll never leave you

[Coda]
F   C   G    F     C         G
Mmmmmmmmm,  mmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm mmmmmmm
F   C   G    F     C         G
Mmmmmmmmm,  mmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm mmmmmmm
F   C   G    F     C         G
                              (Repeat pattern to end)		
    

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