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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date: September 18, 2001
Album: Amigo
Written by:


        RIDING WITH PRIVATE MALONE    David Ball
E           
I was just out of the service Thrumbing through the classifieds
        A
When an ad that said old chevy Somehow caught my eye
     E
The lady didn't know the year Or even if it ran
       A                  B            E
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand
            E                                    
It was way back in the corner of the old ramshackled barn
       A                
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
     B                              A
And when I pulled the cover off it took away my breathe
A                              B       E
What she called a chevy was a '66 Cor-vet
   F#m            B          F#m              B
I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
 E                          A               B
What a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
    E               
I opened up the glove box that's when I found the note
     A                 B               E   
The date was 1966 and this is what he wrote

             E       B7       A        B
He said, My name is Private Andrew Ma-lone
        E              B7          F#m            B
And if you're reading this then I didn't make it home
           E                           F#m
But for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
F#m                                                      B
This car was once a dream of mine and now it belongs to you
   E              B            A             B
Although you may take her and make her your own
         A         F#m          B        E 
You'll always be riding with Private Ma-lone

E 
Well it didn't take me long at all I had her running good
    A
I love to hear those horses thunder Underneath her hood
            E
I had her shining like a diamond And I put the rag top down
           A                                     B                    E
All the pretty girls would stop and stare As I drove her through the town
      A                           B
The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
     E                               A                B
But it picked up that oldies show especially late at night
   E
I get the feeling sometimes if I turn real quick I'd see
    A                            B                 E
A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

           E                B7      A       B7
It was a young man named Private Andrew Ma-lone
      E             B7         F#m           B
Who fought for his country and never made it home
          E                            F#m
But for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
F#m                                                B
This car was once a dream of his Back when it was new
E              B             A          B
He told me to take her and make her my own
        A          F#m           B        E
I was proud to be riding with Private Ma-lone

A                                B7
One night it was raining hard I took the curve too fast
E                                  A                B
I still don't remember too much a-bout that firey crash
E                
But someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
       A                        B
They didn't get his name but I know without a doubt
           E               B7      A       B7 
It was a young man named Private Andrew Ma-lone
       E             B7         F#m           B
Who fought for his country and never made it home
          E                           F#m
But for every dream that's shattered another one comes true
F#m                                               B
This car was once a dream of his Back when it was new
E                     B           A              B
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged a-long
     A              F#m          B         E
Oh thank God I was riding with Private Ma-lone


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