*The fine print: This is simply the author's interpretation of this song and is* 
*provided here only for private, noncommercial use. Submit any additions, corrections*
*or other correspondence to "stewells@earthlink.net". *

Clay Pigeons
Written by Blaze Foley (a.k.a. Michael David Fuller)
Copyright 1989 by Blaze Foley Songs, BMI

Simple chord structure on this one.  Seems to ring pretty true with a capo on the 
second fret.  Fingerpicking lends it the best sound.  It's a beautiful song.  I 
learned this from Live At The Austin Outhouse.  Stephen Martin:  smartin@gwi.net  


I'm goin' [A] down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a [D] ticket to ride
Gonna [A] find that lady with two or three kids and sit [E] down by her side
[A] Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout [D] two or three times
Smokin' [A] cigarettes in the last seat
[E] Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet 

and get [A] along with it all
Go down where the [D] people say "y'all"
Sing a [A] song with a friend
Change the [E] shape that I'm in, and get [A] back in the game, and start [D] playin' again [A] [E]

[A] I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start [D] over again
Might [A] go back down to Texas, might go to somewhere that [E] I've never been 
And [A] get up in the mornin' and go out at night and I won't [D] have to go home
Get used to [A] bein' alone
Change the [E] words to this song
Start [A] singin' again [D] [A] [E]

I'm tired of [A] runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that I [D] already know
I could [A] build me a castle of memories just to have [E] somewhere to go 
Count the [A] days and the nights that it takes to get back in the [D] saddle again
Feed the [A] pigeons some clay
Turn the [E] night into day
Start [A] talkin' again, when I [D] know what to say [A] [E]

I'm goin' [A] down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a [D] ticket to ride
Gonna [A] find that lady with two or three kids and sit [E] down by her side 
[A] Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout [D] two or three times
Smokin' [A] cigarettes in the last seat
[E] Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet and get [A] along with it all
Go down where the [D] people say "y'all"
Feed the [A] pigeons some clay
Turn the [E] night into day
Start [A] talkin' again
When I [D] know what to say [A] [E]