Chords for Jonathan Tyler & Ray Wylie Hubbard perform "My Time Ain't Long" on The Texas Music Scene

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_ _ _ [E] _ You know, we're big fans of Jonathan Tyler here on the show.
Here's his story [D] behind the tune.
He shares co-writing credits with Ray [A] Wiley Hubbard.
I mean, when we first [D] started, I was [E] hanging out with Ray in his house down in Wimberley.
He was just kind of trying to show me some finger-picking stuff.
[A] And I showed him this guitar riff that I've had for a while.
It's [D] kind of a blues riff.
It's in an [A] open G.
He's like, well, [E] we should write a song with this riff.
I'm a big fan of Ray, so [D] I said, hell yeah, let's [A] do it.
[E] We were just saying, like, what if we talked about [G] angels that you [A] wouldn't necessarily
perceive [E] as being holy, or, you know, [D] people that maybe are kind of [A] living, [E] you know, on
the streets a little bit.
And that's where the first line came [G] out.
All [A] children, let me tell you [E] about the song the angels sing.
In the back alleyways of heaven with regret and broken wings.
He [D] kind of took that and then just emailed me back a few [A] days later with a bunch of other lyrics.
And I was just like, [D] [E] all of them are good.
I'm not going to edit any of Ray Wiley Hubbard's lyrics.
_ Thank you, [Db] guys.
I'd like to introduce one of my [N] friends and one of my favorite songwriters ever, Mr.
Ray Wiley Hubbard.
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[E] right.
[Gb] We're going to [Cm] try a song we [F] wrote together.
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[G] All children, let me tell you about the song that the blues man [Gm] sings.
It comes from [G] a [Gm] woman's bones and a [G] squeak of guitar [Gm] strings.
[G] Some say it's the devil stealing the coins in his pocket. _
I say it [Gm] sounds more like a [G] pistol in your pocket.
I say, whoa, I [C] _ believe my time [Gm] and [G] law.
_ _ _ _ I [C] say, whoa, _ _ [Bb] I believe my [G] time and law. _ _ _ _ _
All children, let me tell [Gm] you about the song [G] the angels sing.
In the back alleyways of [Gm] heaven with regret and broken wings. _
So I'm singing [G] about the holy grail by the hands.
And so I'm saying smoke [Gm] that light, get a lot of [G] _
margarita.
Oh, mama, [C] I believe my [Gm] time has come.
I _ _ _ [C] say, oh, mama, _ [Bb] I believe my [G] time has come.
Oh, _ [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ mama, I _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ believe my time has _ _ _ _ come.
There are tramps in Paris, dressed in Brussels lace.
[C] _ Sailors in [G] Baltimore who've fallen from grace.
[C] There's some shovels and rope that'll never get clean in [Gm] this.
[G] They're your faithless and your [Dm] sister, [G] Maureen.
I _ _ [C] _ believe my [G] time has come.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] I [C] say, love, _ _ [Bb] I believe my [G] time has come.
[Gm] Yes, it has.
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[G] _ _ _ _ I believe my time has _ _ _ come. _ _
[C] I say, love, _ _ [Bb] _ [F] I believe my [G] time has come.
Yes, it has. _ _ _
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