A Dying Cub Fans Last Request Chords - Steve Goodman

Intro

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("Boom chk" strumming pattern (bass note, then chord) in the verse; free-er in the chorus.)

Verse 1

C G C C7 By the shores of old Lake Michigan, F D7/F# C C7 Where the hawk wind blows so cold, F D7/F# C A An old Cub fan lay dying D7 G G G6 G In his midnight hour that tolled. C G C C7 'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered; F D7/F# C C7 They knew his time was short, F D7/F# C A So on his head they put this bright blue cap D7 G G G6 G From his all-time favorite sport. C G C C7 He told them, "it's late and its getting dark in here F D7/F# C C7 And I know its time to go, F D7/F# C A But before I leave the line-up D7 G G G6 G There's just one thing I'd like to know:

Chorus

C C7 "Do they still play the blues in Chicago F D7/F# C C7 When baseball season rolls around? F D7/F# When the snow melts away, C A Do the Cubbies still play D7 G In their ivy-covered burial ground? C C7 When I was a boy they were my pride and joy F D7/F# C C7 But now they only bring fatigue F D7/F# To the home of the brave C A The land of the free D7 G C (pick G A B in bass) And the doormat of the National League."

Verse 2

C G C C7 He told his friends "You know the law of averages says: F D7/F# C C7 Anything will happen that can." That's what it says. F D7/F# C A But the last year the Cubs won a national league pennant D7 G G G6 G Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan." C G C C7 "The Cubs made me a criminal; Sent me down a wayward path; F D7/F# C C7 They stole my youth from me." (That's the truth.) F D7/F# C A "I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers D7 G G G6 G In flagrant truancy." C G C C7 "And then one thing led to another: F D7/F# C C7 Soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope F D7/F# C A Football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis. D7 G G G6 G But what do you expect,When you raise up a young boys hope..." C G C C7 "And then just crush it like so many paper beer cups. F D7/F# C C7 Year after year, after year, after year, After year, after year, after year, after year, F D7/F# C A 'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn D7 G G G6 G For pigeons beneath the "EL" tracks to eat." C G C C7 He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field F D7/F# C C7 Anymore before my eternal rest, F D7/F# C A So, if you have your pencils and your score cards ready, D7 G G G6 G I'll read you my last request:" C G C C7 "Give me a double-header funeral in Wrigley Field F D7/F# C C7 On some sunny weekend day." (No lights.) F D7/F# C A "Have the organ play the National Anthem D7 G G G6 G And then a little 'Na, Na, Na, Na, Hey Hey, Hey, Goodbye'" C G C C7 "Make six bull pen pitchers carry my coffin F D7/F# C C7 And six ground keepers clear my path. F D7/F# C A Have the umpires bark me out at every base D7 G G G6 G In all their holy wrath." C G C C7 "It's a beautiful day for a funeral: F D7/F# C C7 Hey Ernie lets play two!' F D7/F# C A Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back D7 G G G6 G And conduct just one more interview." C G C C7 "Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field F D7/F# C C7 and have Kieth Moreland drop a routine fly. F D7/F# C A Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt D7 G G G6 G And I'll be ready to die." C G C C7 "Build a big fire on home plate out of your 'Louisville Slugger' baseball bats F D7/F# C C7 And toss my coffin in. F D7/F# C A Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow D7 G G G6 G From the prevailing 30 mile-an-hour southwest wind." C G C C7 "When my last remains go flying over the left field wall F D7/F# C C7 I'll bid the bleacher bums 'adieu' F D7/F# C A And come to my final resting place D7 G G G6 G Out on Waveland Avenue." C G C C7 The dying man's friends told him to cut it out! F D7/F# C C7 They said, "stop it, that's an awful shame!" F D7/F# C A He whispered, "Don't cry, we'll meet, by and by, D7 G G G6 G Near the Heavenly Hall of Fame. C G C C7 He said, "I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now, F D7/F# C C7 So that's just what I'm going to do." F D7/F# C A He said, "but you, the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs! D7 G G G6 G So it's me who feels sorry for you!" C G C C7 And he said, "Ahh, play that 'Lonesome Loser' tune, F D7/F# C C7 That's the one I like the best." F D7/F# C A And he closed his eyes, and he slipped away. D7 G G G6 G That gave us the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request, so here it is:

Chorus