Chords for Leo Kottke live at The Kessler Theater in Dallas, Texas USA
Tempo:
147 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm [C] about to [Bm] inflict on you as well, but [C] conveniently, [F] [G] [F] well after [F#] I've written that, I've decided
that I've written it, [C] or [E] I've tried to say.
[B] [F#]
And then, I don't know, I'll [C] just, so, very old tune.
[E] You wrote it?
No I [D] didn't.
I mean, after [F#]
I called it The Fisherman, I wondered who that was.
I didn't give any body, anything.
It just seemed to [C] approximate that.
Am I here?
Am I here?
[A] It [F] sounds like fishing [C] to me.
[F#] I should, I could have called it fishing, [C] but [B] I [E] was, you know, I was overcome with, you know, [F#] abuse.
[A] [E] And I [N] decided 30, 40 years later that that might as well be my grandmother, Ethel Hollis.
An otherwise really wonderful woman, very, sort of shimmer around the room, very graceful
one of, I don't know what you'd call them, gravitas, or one of those words.
And a sense of humor that went right over all our heads.
I didn't get half her stuff until long after she was dead, which is a pretty dry wit.
When I was little, on a few occasions I went fishing with her, which meant getting in a
rowboat, going out about three trips ashore, probably no more than six deep.
She was after sunfish, which are still the best eating fish on earth.
And that was her purpose, you know, she didn't fish for fun, she fished for her appetite.
And it was clear to me that she didn't take any pleasure in it, because the minute her
bobber hit the water and I had the pleasure of inserting the hook into a living worm,
she started yelling at the fish.
She was the most furious fisher.
You know, you don't expect to see that.
Screaming and fibbing little fish, who are known for their sort of quiet ways.
Not a lot going on here, but she would scream at them, call them names, almost immediately.
They didn't have to misbehave in any way that would possibly be a force to be reckoned with.
A rude fish, a presumptive fish, a fish full of himself.
But that was the way she reacted to them.
She was, I don't know, I would move slowly to the end of the boat, to be further away
from the noise.
I have a few questions for her.
Thank you.
that I've written it, [C] or [E] I've tried to say.
[B] [F#]
And then, I don't know, I'll [C] just, so, very old tune.
[E] You wrote it?
No I [D] didn't.
I mean, after [F#]
I called it The Fisherman, I wondered who that was.
I didn't give any body, anything.
It just seemed to [C] approximate that.
Am I here?
Am I here?
[A] It [F] sounds like fishing [C] to me.
[F#] I should, I could have called it fishing, [C] but [B] I [E] was, you know, I was overcome with, you know, [F#] abuse.
[A] [E] And I [N] decided 30, 40 years later that that might as well be my grandmother, Ethel Hollis.
An otherwise really wonderful woman, very, sort of shimmer around the room, very graceful
one of, I don't know what you'd call them, gravitas, or one of those words.
And a sense of humor that went right over all our heads.
I didn't get half her stuff until long after she was dead, which is a pretty dry wit.
When I was little, on a few occasions I went fishing with her, which meant getting in a
rowboat, going out about three trips ashore, probably no more than six deep.
She was after sunfish, which are still the best eating fish on earth.
And that was her purpose, you know, she didn't fish for fun, she fished for her appetite.
And it was clear to me that she didn't take any pleasure in it, because the minute her
bobber hit the water and I had the pleasure of inserting the hook into a living worm,
she started yelling at the fish.
She was the most furious fisher.
You know, you don't expect to see that.
Screaming and fibbing little fish, who are known for their sort of quiet ways.
Not a lot going on here, but she would scream at them, call them names, almost immediately.
They didn't have to misbehave in any way that would possibly be a force to be reckoned with.
A rude fish, a presumptive fish, a fish full of himself.
But that was the way she reacted to them.
She was, I don't know, I would move slowly to the end of the boat, to be further away
from the noise.
I have a few questions for her.
Thank you.
Key:
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_ I'm _ [C] _ about to [Bm] inflict on you as well, but [C] conveniently, [F] _ _ [G] _ [F] well after [F#] I've written that, I've decided
that I've written it, [C] or [E] I've tried to say.
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_ And then, I don't know, I'll [C] just, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
so, very old tune. _ _ _
[E] You wrote it?
No I [D] didn't.
I mean, after [F#] _
I called it The Fisherman, I wondered who that was.
I didn't give any body, anything.
It just seemed to [C] _ approximate that.
Am I here?
Am I here? _ _
_ [A] It _ [F] sounds like fishing [C] to me.
_ _ _ [F#] I should, I could have called it fishing, [C] but _ _ [B] I [E] was, you know, I was overcome with, _ _ you know, _ [F#] _ abuse. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] And I [N] decided _ _ 30, 40 years later that that might as well be my grandmother, _ _ Ethel Hollis. _ _ _
_ _ _ An otherwise really _ _ _ _ wonderful woman, very, sort of shimmer around the room, very _ graceful
_ _ one of, _ _ I don't know what you'd call them, _ _ _ gravitas, or one of those words. _ _ _
And a sense of humor that _ _ went right over all our heads.
I didn't get half her stuff until long after she was dead, _ _ _ which is a pretty dry wit. _ _
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When I was little, on a few occasions I went fishing with her, which meant getting in a
rowboat, _ _ going out about three trips ashore, _ _ _ probably no more than six deep.
_ She was after _ _ _ sunfish, _ which are _ still the best eating fish on earth.
And that was her purpose, you know, she didn't fish for fun, she fished for her appetite. _ _
_ _ And it was clear to me that she didn't take any pleasure in it, because the minute her
bobber hit the water and I had the pleasure of _ inserting the hook into a living worm,
_ she started yelling at the fish.
She was the most _ furious _ fisher.
_ _ _ You know, you don't expect to see that. _ _ _ _ _
Screaming and fibbing little fish, who are known for their _ sort of quiet ways. _ _
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Not a lot going on here, but she would _ _ _ _ _ _ _ scream at them, call them names, _ _ almost _ _ immediately.
They didn't have to _ _ _ _ misbehave in any way that would possibly be a force to be reckoned with.
_ _ A rude fish, a presumptive fish, _ _ _ a _ fish full of himself. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But that was the way she reacted to them.
She was, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I don't know, I would move slowly to the end of the boat, to be further away
from the noise. _
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I have a few questions for her. _ _
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_ I'm _ [C] _ about to [Bm] inflict on you as well, but [C] conveniently, [F] _ _ [G] _ [F] well after [F#] I've written that, I've decided
that I've written it, [C] or [E] I've tried to say.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ And then, I don't know, I'll [C] just, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
so, very old tune. _ _ _
[E] You wrote it?
No I [D] didn't.
I mean, after [F#] _
I called it The Fisherman, I wondered who that was.
I didn't give any body, anything.
It just seemed to [C] _ approximate that.
Am I here?
Am I here? _ _
_ [A] It _ [F] sounds like fishing [C] to me.
_ _ _ [F#] I should, I could have called it fishing, [C] but _ _ [B] I [E] was, you know, I was overcome with, _ _ you know, _ [F#] _ abuse. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] And I [N] decided _ _ 30, 40 years later that that might as well be my grandmother, _ _ Ethel Hollis. _ _ _
_ _ _ An otherwise really _ _ _ _ wonderful woman, very, sort of shimmer around the room, very _ graceful
_ _ one of, _ _ I don't know what you'd call them, _ _ _ gravitas, or one of those words. _ _ _
And a sense of humor that _ _ went right over all our heads.
I didn't get half her stuff until long after she was dead, _ _ _ which is a pretty dry wit. _ _
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When I was little, on a few occasions I went fishing with her, which meant getting in a
rowboat, _ _ going out about three trips ashore, _ _ _ probably no more than six deep.
_ She was after _ _ _ sunfish, _ which are _ still the best eating fish on earth.
And that was her purpose, you know, she didn't fish for fun, she fished for her appetite. _ _
_ _ And it was clear to me that she didn't take any pleasure in it, because the minute her
bobber hit the water and I had the pleasure of _ inserting the hook into a living worm,
_ she started yelling at the fish.
She was the most _ furious _ fisher.
_ _ _ You know, you don't expect to see that. _ _ _ _ _
Screaming and fibbing little fish, who are known for their _ sort of quiet ways. _ _
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Not a lot going on here, but she would _ _ _ _ _ _ _ scream at them, call them names, _ _ almost _ _ immediately.
They didn't have to _ _ _ _ misbehave in any way that would possibly be a force to be reckoned with.
_ _ A rude fish, a presumptive fish, _ _ _ a _ fish full of himself. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But that was the way she reacted to them.
She was, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I don't know, I would move slowly to the end of the boat, to be further away
from the noise. _
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I have a few questions for her. _ _
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