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TABBY CAT MUSIC ARCHIVES 

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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date: September 22, 2003   
Album:  Fate's Right Hand
Written by:
Note:  The beauty of this song is in the riffs and vamps played on
the chords. For now, here are the chords - there are only two.
Be sure you are in standard tuning (use a tuner) and play along 
with the recording and try to imitate what you are hearing.
You can capo the first fret - but play an A for all the Bbs and an E
for all the Fs and you will still be in the recording key. 

        PREACHIN’ TO THE CHOIR       Rodney Crowell
Bb
My self importance is a god forsaken bore 
Bb
I aim for heaven but I wake up on the floor
Bb
I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point across 
Bb
I'd argue with a parking brake to show em who's the boss
F                                Bb
It's my intention to inspire In-stead I'm Preachin’ to the choir
Bb
I had some money but I blew it living high
Bb
My wine and women were the best that you could buy
Bb
I tried to prove myself a man of certain taste
Bb
But all I've got to show you now is written on my face
F                                Bb 
I'm not someone you'd admire but I'm still Preachin' to the choir

instrumental Bb Bb Bb Bb F Bb
Bb
I'm born a lion but I don't believe it fits
Bb
I'm no King of the jungle out there livin by my wits
Bb
This morning's paper called for romance on a whim
Bb
And I reckon I'd believe em if they told me sink or swim
F                               Bb 
I'm under water not on fire but I'm still preachin’ to the choir
Bb
Baytown Texas there's a fisherman I knew
Bb
He read the bible and he spit tobacco too
Bb
He said that crap about the rod you spare to spoil the child
Bb
Well Is only propaganda meant to keep you in denial
F                                Bb 
Go on and follow your desire but he was Preachin’ to the choir

instrumental  Bb Bb Bb Bb F Bb
Bb
Time is of the essence when you're hanging by a thread
Bb
And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head
Bb
When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's abyss
Bb
Ain't no one's gonna tell you how it all came down to this
F                                      Bb
If you say different you're a liar but I'm just preachin' to the choir
Bb
When I'm standing at St Peter's gate just a trying to slip on in
Bb
I might as well plead guilty to the worst of who I've been
Bb
I used to like to think I had a special way with words
Bb
But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds
F                                 Bb 
Until my situtation's dire  I'll keep on Preachin' to the choir
F                               Bb    
Hey I'm not ready to retire So I'll keep on Preachin’ to the choir

instrumental (all Bb)