Chords for Tom Pacheco --- The Journal of Graeme Livingston

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Tom Pacheco --- The Journal of Graeme Livingston chords
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[Am] This goes out to Minky.
My name is Graham [D] Livingston, I was a common thief.
[Em] In East London it [F] was the only way that I could eat.
[G] The coppers knew my name, there [C] were three warrants [Am] out on me.
[G] In 1888 [C] they would have thrown [Am] away the key.
[F] But now that I am [Am] 89 I've got a tale to tell.
[C] It's 1949, [G] I own this Florida hotel.
[Am]
In London's dirty alleys, [Dm] it was the season of the beast.
[Em] Jack the Ripper walked the streets [F] in search of his next feast.
[G] I knew two of his victims, [C] we drank around [Am] ten bells.
[G] I walked with any chapman [C] once through [Am] Spitterfield as [F] well.
Because they were all [Am] prostitutes, good riddance, people [C] said.
The coppers didn't try too [G] hard to find a common thread.
[Am]
Six women had been murdered, [Dm] blood filled the cobblestones.
[Em] The whole Whitechapel district [F] was the Ripper's killing zone.
[G] One rainy night as I was [C] walking where no [Am] lamp was lit,
[G] I saw a well-dressed gentleman, [C] he didn't [Am] seem to fit.
[F] And he reached out to a woman [Am] with a blade in his left hand.
[C] To know how I was behind him [G] was not part of his plan.
[Am]
[G] [Am] And I drove his own knife deep in him, [D] the woman ran away.
[Em] You just got Jack the Ripper [F] with the last words he would say.
[G] His hands were delicate and pale [C] like his [Am] diamond ring.
[G] His size leather billfold [C] was a medal [Am] from the queen.
[F] And me, a wanted man [Am] who would believe a word I said.
[C] If I went to the loft, [G] they'd hang me twice till I was dead.
[Am]
I dragged his body out and [D] wrapped it in a ragged rug.
[Em] And dumped it in a rat field [F] in a muddy, cold outdoor.
[G] The next day I left London [C] on a boat I [Am] stowed away.
[G] Across the wild Atlantic, [C] all the way to [Am] Boston Bay.
[F] I made my way to San [Am] Francisco.
I was 28 [C] and I got drunk with Jack London.
[G] The first good friend I made.
[Am]
I worked along the [Dm] docks for years, saved money in a can.
[Em] Investing in that company [F] that Henry Ford began.
[G] I became a rich man [C] with a mansion, [Am] wife and kids.
[G] What's it to the White House?
I told [C] Calvin [Am] Coolidge what I did.
[F] When prohibition ended, I [Am] was right there at the gates.
[C] I helped Joe Kennedy scoop [G] a leg of whiskey to the [Am] states.
[G] [Am] And across the Great Depression, [D] I saw so much poverty.
[Em] It all was like East London [F] in the 19th century.
[G] The Wall Street finances, the [C] Magda system [Am] had gone wrong.
[G] I spent a month with Woody [C] Guthrie singing [Am] union songs.
[F] On picket lines, I handed [Am] people hundred dollar bills.
[C] I knew what fear and hunger [G] was, it still gave me a chill.
[F] And the doctor says I'm dying, [Am] but I don't regret a thing.
[C] And when I'm buried, I'll [G] be wearing Jack the Ripper green.
[Am]
[N]
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121
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[Am] _ _ _ _ This goes out to Minky. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My name is Graham [D] Livingston, I was a common thief.
[Em] In East London it [F] was the only way that I could eat.
[G] The coppers knew my name, there [C] were three warrants [Am] out on me.
[G] In 1888 [C] they would have thrown [Am] away the key.
_ [F] But now that I am [Am] 89 I've got a tale to tell.
[C] It's 1949, [G] I own this Florida hotel.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In London's dirty alleys, [Dm] it was the season of the beast.
[Em] Jack the Ripper walked the streets [F] in search of his next feast.
_ [G] I knew two of his victims, [C] we drank around [Am] ten bells.
[G] I walked with any chapman [C] once through [Am] Spitterfield as [F] well.
Because they were all [Am] prostitutes, good riddance, people [C] said.
The coppers didn't try too [G] hard to find a common thread.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Six women had been murdered, [Dm] blood filled the cobblestones.
[Em] The whole Whitechapel district [F] was the Ripper's killing zone.
[G] One rainy night as I was [C] walking where no [Am] lamp was lit,
[G] I saw a well-dressed gentleman, [C] he didn't [Am] seem to fit.
[F] And he reached out to a woman [Am] with a blade in his left hand.
[C] To know how I was behind him [G] was not part of his plan.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] [Am] And I drove his own knife deep in him, [D] the woman ran away.
[Em] You just got Jack the Ripper [F] with the last words he would say.
[G] His hands were delicate and pale [C] like his [Am] diamond ring.
[G] His size leather billfold [C] was a medal [Am] from the queen.
[F] And me, a wanted man [Am] who would believe a word I said.
[C] If I went to the loft, [G] they'd hang me twice till I was dead.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I dragged his body out and [D] wrapped it in a ragged rug.
[Em] And dumped it in a rat field [F] in a muddy, cold outdoor.
[G] The next day I left London [C] on a boat I [Am] stowed away.
[G] Across the wild Atlantic, [C] all the way to [Am] Boston Bay.
[F] I made my way to San [Am] Francisco.
I was 28 [C] and I got drunk with Jack London.
[G] The first good friend I made.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I worked along the [Dm] docks for years, saved money in a can.
[Em] Investing in that company [F] that Henry Ford began.
_ [G] I became a rich man [C] with a mansion, [Am] wife and kids.
[G] What's it to the White House?
I told [C] Calvin [Am] Coolidge what I did.
[F] When prohibition ended, I [Am] was right there at the gates.
[C] I helped Joe Kennedy scoop [G] a leg of whiskey to the [Am] states. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] [Am] And across the Great Depression, [D] I saw so much poverty.
[Em] It all was like East London [F] in the 19th century.
[G] The Wall Street finances, the [C] Magda system [Am] had gone wrong.
[G] I spent a month with Woody [C] Guthrie singing [Am] union songs.
[F] On picket lines, I handed [Am] people hundred dollar bills.
[C] I knew what fear and hunger [G] was, it still gave me a chill.
[F] And the doctor says I'm dying, [Am] but I don't regret a thing.
[C] And when I'm buried, I'll [G] be wearing Jack the Ripper green.
[Am] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _