Down The Road Wherever
Mark Knopfler
*Complete Down The Road Wherever Chord Songbook by Pavel Fomenkov* *Search on Ultimate Guitar to find all individual songs + bonuses* *If you have any questions you can reach me at: * ****************************************************************** 01. Trapper Man ***************** Capo: 2 Key: D Major Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | C Cadd9 | C Cadd9 | Intro | | / | x2 The trapper man’s in from the hinterlands Filth and grease on his clothes and hands From the outermost the farthermost Comes riding in to the trading post Got a pack horse loaded up with hides Steps in to see the man inside ’I got furs skins a little meat too Here I got a good piece just for you’ | | / | x2 ’You take this home to give the wife’ The trapper draws his skinning knife Now the fat man’s desk is a butcher’s block The trapper cuts the meat and talks ’You’re gonna lose your shirt on a nowhere man Lose your shirt in nowhere land Back out there is my country And you best let this trapper be the trapper You need the trapper man (the trapper man) The trapper man | | / | 2/4 | | | / | x2 If you don’t want to be where lightning strikes Better let me work the way I like You don’t want to know how I fill my sacks You go out there you don’t come back You got nature red in tooth and claw And you ain’t got no rule of law And if you don’t know nature’s way All that’s gonna stop you being the prey is the trapper You need the trapper man (the trapper man) The trapper man | No Chord | x4 You wanna wear them gems and rings You wanna show off them shiny things Shake your moneymaker bro Where the movers and the shakers go You wanna go do what you do Let the gold and silver come to you So leave the dirty work to me yeah You best let this trapper be the trapper You need the trapper man (the trapper man) The trapper man | | / | 2/4 | | | / | x2 When he’s done his thing and gone his way The fat men light cigars and say “Holy smokes did you see that? We all made money on the trapper cat” Sit back in their big ass chairs Say “Boys that is the man right there” I’m the lifeline for your big soft ass It’s the trapper puts it in first class the trapper You need the trapper man (the trapper man) The trapper man | | / | x6 | | ****************************************************************** 02. Back On The Dance Floor ***** Capo: 2 Key: B Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | Ambient Noise | | Bass Riff | x4 | | / | x4 Shuffle | | / | x4 Rock Hand me down my high roller Stetson Hand me down my smokeless .41 We’re gonna look so sharp when we walk in They’re gonna be jazzed we come | | / | We’re going for the major comeback For the motherlode the mighty score We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Going all the way is the only way to go The only game in town Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor Dsus2 E Shake ’em on down shake ’em on down | | | | | | | | | | | / | x4 Hand me down my two-tone wingtips Hand me down my skull head walking cane You all gotta wear them shantung gambler suits They’re gonna be jazzed we came | | / | ’Cos we’re going for the major comeback For the motherlode the mighty score We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) | | / | Going all the way is the only way to go The only game in town Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor Shake ’em on down shake ’em on down We’re going for the major comeback For the motherlode the mighty score We’ll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Now we’re back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) Back on the dance floor (back on the dance floor) | | / | x10 | | / | x10 Shuffle ****************************************************************** 03. Nobody’s Child ************** Capo: 1 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | Terz Guitar | x6 | Bm | x4 The ragged kid Nobody wanted Left alone To ramble wild Long ago He was abandoned Nobody’s child Never smiles And never chatters Never quarrels Or complains Grown as hard As the Sierras And the Western Plains Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea Learned to swing A broken bottle Learned to use His fists and knife In the bar rooms And bordellos Of his life He drifted down A Asus4 A Towards the borders The sky was dark But it did not rain Came the meanest Pistoleros In the Western Plains | | | | | | | | / | x3 He fell in With these desperadoes Thieves and killers Every one Prizes hanging From their saddles With their guns Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea | | The ragged kid Nobody wanted Left alone To ramble wild Now he rides Beside the Devil Nobody’s child Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea | / | / | | | ******************************************************************************** 04. Just A Boy / You’ll Never Walk Alone ****** Capo: 3 Key: C Major Time: 4/4 ******************************************************************************** E6 [0x9999] E9 [0x6777] When I was just a boy I’d be kicking a tin Take the short cut home through the loony bin I never gave much thought to the souls in there Esus4 A7 I was just a boy too young to care Well the years go by and you get to see A dream’s not the same as reality Well a dream or two is going to crash and burn Esus4 A7 A7 And that’s the way that you live and learn | A7 | % | Esus4 | A7 | | | Well it was late one night and I woke at two And I lay there thinking the way you do But it’s a long dark night of the soul Esus4 A7 When those thoughts are turning sad and old And then outside on the empty street I heard the sound of walking feet Well it was just a boy away from home Esus4 A7 And he was singing the song ’You’ll Never Walk Alone’ | | % | | % | | | | | | | | | | | | / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Aaug | | | | | | | | | | / | | Esus4 | | | Aaug | | | | | | | | | | / | | A7 | D9 | Fade Out ****************************************************************** 05. When You Leave ************** Capo: 1 Key: F Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** Em/D [xx0000] G#dim [4x343x] Emadd9 [024000] F#m7b5 [2x221x] B7#9/F# [2x123x] B7b9/F# [2x121x] C6/9 [x3223x] B7sus4 [x2425x] Am/B [x2221x] Emadd9/D [xx0002] C#m7b5 [x4545x] | | | | C7sus4 | Piano When you leave There’s cordite in the air B7/F# Emadd9 Emadd9 F#m7b5 A ringing in the stillness B7/F# Emadd9 Emadd9 Emadd9 Smoke drifting up the stair F#m7b5 F#m7b5 B7/F# When you leave When you leave My heart sounds in my ears A beating in the darkness A trace of you still here When you leave F#m7b5 Am/C Like it or not How could I not have fallen for you? And now that I’m caught How could I not be blue? | / | / | dim | / | | F#m7b5 | B7 | Emadd9 | Em | When you leave I’ll hear the smallest sound B7 Emadd9 Emadd9 F#m7b5 And turn to look behind me As though you’re still around C6/9 B7sus4 B7 When you leave When you leave | Cmaj7 | % | Emadd9 | % | x3 | | % | / | Emadd9 | ****************************************************************** 06. Good On You Son ************* Capo: 3 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** * Also the F13 chord on The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two line in the studio version of the song sounds like going to / Fmaj7 [1x3210] Fmaj7/G [3x3210] D5 [x577xx] C5 [x355xx] D5/F [1x023x] E7#5 [0x011x] F6 [1x021x] D5/F# [2x023x] Fsus2/G [3x301x] Asus4/E [0x223x] | | | | % | | | | | / | | | | | % | | | | / | % | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | / | % | | | | | | / / | Flash goes a little hummingbird A darting whirring thread At the screen door by his lemon tree Out here with the quick and the dead Designer blinds above L.A. Frame the perfect view (No Chord) It’s going to be another day Of sun and shameless blue | | / / | By his cutting block the time has come For the fruit there by the juicer He’s grinds fresh coffee for himself He’s meeting a producer The L.A.Times lies on the stone Warming there like bread (No Chord) Hey what’s not to like out here With the quick and the dead? Good on you son good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son good on you Uh-huh oh yeah Good on you son good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two yeah | | / | x4 (No Chord) Well you want to know what happiness is? * In his eye there’s a hunter’s gleam Something to look forward to * This cat’s gonna get the cream The skin of a mango is so smooth * Smoother than the devil Cut it slice it chop it up To the rhythm of a Cockney rebel | No Chord | x8 Percussion Break | Asus4/E | % | | Am7 | x8 Sax Solo Back in Blighty there’s a flat On a grimy sink estate That’s why he walked out of that And went to the Golden State Left the baccy and the beer Where he was born and bred (No Chord) Am Now he’s cutting it out here With the quick and the dead Good on you son good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son good on you Uh-huh oh yeah What would you’d have had him do? The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two | | Fsus2/ | Yeah good on you son good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son good on you Uh-huh oh yeah Good on you son good on you The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two yeah | Asus4/E | % | | | ****************************************************************** 07. My Bacon Roll *************** Capo: 3 Key: D Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | Noise | | A5 | x8 I never got the elbow Just telling you Before you go Only telling you Just so you know I never got the elbow I slung it in Had it up to here I just pulled the pin Went and had a beer I used to love a bit of folding Just for getting by A wad of cash Now that’s out of date And so am I As pie and mash S’cuse me A Asus4 A S’cuse me Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? The time they took us bowling What was that about? I thought what a joke I just went out And had a smoke Then the white water rafting Just some know-it-all With the new regime There to show us all How to build a team He says what do you think we’re doing? I said don’t ask me I’ve no idea They all laughed at that That was pretty funny actually S’cuse me A Asus4 A S’cuse me Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? I could order you a toastie Just like that one there Or the same in plain white bread When you’re dealing with a toastie What do you prefer Brown or red? | | | | | | | x2 | | I never got the elbow Just telling you Before you go Only telling you Just so you know | A5 | Fade Out ******************************************************************* 08. Nobody Does That ************ Capo: No Key: D Minor Time: 4/4 ******************************************************************* Dm7 [ 10 x 10 10 10 x ] G/A [ x 0 12 12 12 x ] A7#9 [ x 12 11 12 13 x ] G9 [ x 10 9 10 10 10 10 ] F9 [ x 8 7 8 8 8 ] Eb9 [ x 6 5 6 6 6 ] | Wah Guitar | x2 | / | x2 I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite the way you do I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that I like the way you’re holding my attention Nobody does that quite the way you do That stuff too hot for me to mention Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that | | | | #9 | % | | / | x7 Sax Solo | | % | / | % | | | | | #9 | | / | x8 I like the way you work the opposition Nobody does that quite the way you do When you want to smoke the competition Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that | / | x8 I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite the way you do I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that | / | Fade Out ****************************************************************** 09. Drovers’ Road *************** Capo: 3 Key: C Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | Intro | | | | | | It’s a drover’s road High up where ravens fly And soon I’ll lose my way And I won’t know It’s a drover’s road From days so long gone by When we knew who we were And where to go It’s a drover’s road It winds a hundred miles You’d sleep out in the open Calm and still You could trust a friend To keep a watch awhile Your cattle grazing Quiet on the hill Walk with me G F Fadd9 And you can leave that old dog be He does much better on his own Leave him be G Fadd9 He’s a better man than me Fadd9 G Am He likes to find his own way home | | | | | x3 On a drover’s road With the moon and misty stars We walked these hills Before this all began Before we gazed at screens Went shopping in our cars And a million houses Sprawled across the land Walk with me G F Fadd9 And you can leave that old dog be He does much better on his own Leave him be G Fadd9 He’s a better man than me He likes to find his own way home | | | | | x4 | | ******************************************************************* 10. One Song At A Time ********** Capo: No Key: C Major Time: 2/4 ******************************************************************* | | | | Fadd9 | | | | | % | My whistle under the archways Still echoes down the street All the way back to Deptford days Nights down by The Creek Notes as big as river boats Still echoing through the clubs With the horns of the trains Down the old back lanes And the lights of the corner pubs In a taproom lined with mirrors There’s a man there at the bar Reminds you of somebody He says I know who you are He’s right I know I could be him But anyway who is who? You could be looking at What he’s looking at And he’s looking at you And I’ll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace etcetera I’ll see you later but it’s 1979 And I’m picking my way out of here One song at a time | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | % | | % | | | % | The slaving ports of plunder Used to stink to heaven on high Companions of honour Always were in short supply The Bristol ships and Liverpool’s On every tide they came The times they may have changed my friend Some people stay the same And I’ll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace etcetera I’ll see you later but it’s 1879 And I’m picking my way out of here One song at a time | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | % | | % | | | % | A grinning mogul greets the crowd At Execution Dock All come to see three mutineers Turned off at twelve o’clock The shyster takes a ringside seat As they’re bringing them from the jail And twenty thousand tickets Sold online on premium sale So if you need to reach me C Fadd9 You can leave word at The Pig I have no wish to stay around To watch that Newgate jig Or any more poor old fakers C Fadd9 Trying to dance in my old shoes I’ll be gone over the ocean With the transatlantic blues And I’ll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace etcetera I’ll see you later somewhere down the line I’ll be picking my way out of here One song at a time | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | % | | % | ****************************************************************** 11. Floating Away *************** Capo: 1 Key: F Minor Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** * Play 1st fret of 5th string followed by an open D at asterisks F#m7b5 [2x221x] Gadd9/B [x2023x] Bm7b5 [x2323x] Am/E [0x221x] B7b9/F# [2x121x] G7 [32300x] | | | | / | x3 It’s the weight I’m trying To get inside the frame I’ve been painting a fat man He’s big and fat and heavy As a man can be But he’s been floating away Floating away He’s been floating away from me In the mirror my withering skin Is a thorny pleasure I stand unflinching And I mark each crease and sting My brush my wooden flail My ancient thresher F#m7b5 As unforgiving time Flays everything | | | | / | | | * | m7b5 | | | | Gadd9/ / | Bm7b5 | | | | / | Gadd9 | | It’s the truth I’m trying To get inside the frame Now I’m painting myself naked But I need a pair of boots About as heavy as boots can be Or I’d be floating away Floating away I’d be floating away from me And every thorn sends thistledown Drifting all around And floating away Esus4 E7 Am Floating away Floating away from me | | | | / | Fade Out ******************************************************************** 12. Slow Learner **************** Capo: No Key: Eb Minor Time: 4/4 ******************************************************************** Bbm7add11 [6x664x] Bb7#5 [6x677x] | | | | Fm7b5 | Piano Bbm7add11 Bmaj7 Gbmaj7 People say ’Where have you been?’ Or ’Where did you go?’ I’m a slow learner I do everything slow It’s my way has to be true The world goes by me fast But where you’re concerned I like good things to last Bb7sus4 Bmaj7 Where’s the point in worrying If we should start a little late Where’s the point in hurrying When waiting feels so great? Ebm7 Bb7sus4 I’m a slow burner Ebm7 Ab7sus4 Ab7 My last train left a while ago I’m a slow learner I do everything slow | | | | | | | Fm7b5 | | Bb7sus4 | | | | | | | | Fm7b5 | | Bb7sus4 | Bb7sus4 Bmaj7 So where’s the point in worrying If we should start a little late And where’s the point in hurrying Bb7#5 When waiting feels so great? Ebm7 Bb7sus4 I’m a slow burner My last train left a while ago I’m a slow learner Ebm Bb7sus4 I do everything slow Ebm7 Bb7sus4 Bb7 Yeah I’m a slow burner My last train left a while ago I’m a slow learner Ebm Bb7sus4 Bb7 I do everything slow | | Fm7b5 | Vamp | | ******************************************************************* 13. Heavy Up ******************** Capo: 1 Key: Ab Major Time: 4/4 ******************************************************************* E5 [x7xx00] E5/D [x5xx00] E5/C# [x4xx00] E5/C [x3225x] | / | / | x4 | / | Your slack-jawed dimness is our loss Condemns us to your point of view Who could give a flying toss What you like to chill out to? And why should I lighten up for you If you can’t heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? You grunt and root your patch of earth Adrift from shame and deaf to sound How much is your praise really worth? About the same as your thumbs down And why should I lighten up for you If you can’t heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up Heavy up for me Heavy up Heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up Heavy up for me What would it take To get you to Just to shut it? I’d so love it | / | | | / | | / | | | / | | / | And why should I lighten up for you If you can’t heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up Heavy up for me Heavy up Heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up Heavy up for me You won’t of course you will be heard Ah but at least a man can dream I’m afraid alas the turd Who thinks he’s an ice cream And why should I lighten up for you If you can’t heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up Heavy up for me Heavy up Heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up Heavy up for me Yeah heavy up Heavy up for me Heavy up Heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up Heavy up for me | / | / | Fade Out ****************************************************************** 14. Matchstick Man ************** Capo: 5 Key: C Major Time: 4/4 ****************************************************************** | / | | / | | So there he was then Penzance to play Christmas Eve in a nowhere band Now early morning Christmas Day He’s hitching home to Geordieland Last night the snow came just my luck And who the hell do you think you are Climbing up into that truck With your old bag and your guitar And you you would-be vagabond No-one invited you you know Matchstick man up in the dawn You’ve got five hundred miles to go | | / | | / | | / | / | / | | The driver now must drop off his load The snow still laying thick on the ground Leaves him on a high crossroads Where he can see for miles around The sun is shining sky is blue And everything is white and bare Not a car comes into view There’s nothing moving anywhere And you you would-be vagabond No-one invited you you know Matchstick man you speck upon These vast and silent plains of snow | / | | / | |
