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11 LOST TRIBE (Closer To Country)

(George Douglas Lee)
August 26, 2017
George Douglas Lee

The Lost Tribe

Lyrics and Music by George Douglas Lee

 

Walk down from C - Descending riff to A, G, F, G, C

 

C It’s late afternoon on a Am  Monday, G  The F  barflies drift  

G  in through the C  door

C  There’s an old man watching TV through a  Am  half-empty beer,

G  And  F  another one   G  sweeps up the  C   floor

F  As the sun sets, the lost ones stumble in from the dark,

F  Inhaling the stale beer and smoke

C  Nobody’s listening as a Am  guy plays  G  guitar. They  F  run up the  G  tab,

C even though they’re dead broke

 

C Like a lost tribe looking for the  Am  reservation, or G,

F   Ghosts come  G  alive for one  C  night

C  They gather and B drink, pat  Am  themselves on the  back. G 

F  Telling   stories of the   G  glories gone  C   by

F  They were all big time once, now they’re down on their luck –

F With spectacular falls from grace

C  For a couple of  B  hours, they  Am  relive a   G  past that  F 

G Only  exists in this  C  place

 

CHORUS:

C  Here comes the  C  lost tribe, from out of the Af  bleak night

And for the   G  l ost tribe, it’s  F  escape from an  G  empty  Am  life

F Wasting their lives in    Fm   taverns and dives.

C Drinking their way back to  A m what might have  G  been

Then the  F  lost tribe,  G  drifts into darkness  C  again

 

C One says that he was a A rock star, But he G  can’t sing or F  play the  C guitar

One claims he was a rich banker, At the same one that repo’d his car

F  Doctors, lawyers, and an Indian chief,  F  a preacher, a teacher, a killer and thief

C  Supreme in their  B  drunken  A  G  delusions,  F  hiding their  G  lives in C   illusions

 

Am  Characters , bums,  C  eccentrics and losers

Am  Crackheads, panhandlers, C   loudmouths and boozers

Am  Like tumbleweeds blowin’ through the  C  streets in the night

They F scatter like  C  rats in the  G  morning light

 

CHORUS:

C  Here comes the  C  lost tribe, from out of the Af  bleak night

And for the   G  l ost tribe, it’s  F  escape from an  G  empty  Am  life

F Wasting their lives in    Fm   taverns and dives.

C Drinking their way back to  A m what might have  G  been

Then the  F  lost tribe,  G  drifts into darkness  C  again

 

 

SOLO

 

C  If you measure a B  lifetime in  Am,  G drinking, They’ve  F  lived for a  G  thousand  C  years

C  The nights are too B  long when you’re  Am, G  sober

F  And alcohol  G   soaks up the  C   tears

F  One said that trouble is easy, it’s that   F  day to day living that’s tough

C  For the lost tribe one B  drink is too  Am.  G  many, And a  F thousand are  G  never   C  enough

 

CHORUS:

C  Here comes the   C  lost tribe, from out of the Af  bleak night

And for the   G  lost tribe, it’s  F  escape from an  G  empty  Am  life

F Wasting their lives in    Fm   taverns and dives.

C Drinking their way back to  A m what might have  G  been

Then the  F  lost tribe,  G  drifts into darkness  C  again

 

 

C Today is the same as  Am  yesterday, G  tomorrow’s the F  same as C  today

C  They wander in circles like the  Am rings on the  G  bar

That they  F  leave when they  G  drift away…

 

C  There goes  the lost tribe…Am