Chords for tom pacheco the journal of graeme livingston.

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_ _ _ [N] I was playing in London, England, in East London, which is sort of the rough part of
London, and it was really rough all through its history.
I was doing a show, _ doing a soundcheck at a club, and this woman that was running the
whole show, she said to me, knew that I loved history, and she said, Tom, do you know where
you are right now?
I said, yeah, I'm in East London.
And then she said, no, but do you know where you really are?
I said, well, tell me where I really am.
And she grabbed my hand and walked me to the front door of the club and pointed to a pub
directly across the street, and it was a pub called the Ten Bells.
And then I knew exactly where I was.
I was right in the middle of Zach the Ripper country.
All those murders were _ in the streets surrounding that pub, which had been there for a couple
hundred years, Hanbury Street, Cleveland Street, and some of the women who were murdered drank
in that pub.
And for all we know, Zach the Ripper did too.
And to this day, we don't know who Zach the Ripper was.
There are so many theories.
Patricia Carmel had a book out that [A] said [Am] that Zach the Ripper was [Ab] the society [N] painter Walter
Sickert, but that's been disproved.
Some people think that Zach the Ripper was _ _ Lacombe's physician, and some people think
that Zach [Bb] the Ripper was Prince of Wales, but he was insane.
[N] You know, because back then, and to this day, royalty sort of breeds the brains out of each other.
You know, really.
You see, Monk was really the bishop.
_ _ _ [Bm] That's not just God.
Of course, [F] don't throw that to [G] the tea party.
_ [A] So _ anyway, [N] that's incredible for a songwriter, because a songwriter can take that story and
go anywhere with it.
But it's still an open question.
So I'm going to tell you who killed Zach.
This is called The Journal [Gm] of Dreams.
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_ _ _ _ My name is Graham Livingston.
[D] I was a common thief.
In [Em] East London, it [E] was the [F] only way that I could eat.
[G] The Cuthelars knew my name.
They were [C] free water and sun [A] on me.
_ [G] In 1888, they would have [C] thrown away [Am] the key.
[F] But now that I am 89, [Am] I've got a tale to tell.
[C] It's 1949, [G] I own this Florida hotel.
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_ _ _ [A] In London's dirty alleys, [D] it was the season of the beast.
[G] Zach the Ripper walked the streets [F] in search of his next feast.
[G] I knew two of his victims.
We [Am] drank rum and the ten bells.
[G] I walked with Annie Chapman once [C] through the Cherokee [Am] as well.
[F] Because they were all prostitutes, [Am] good race people said.
[C] The Cuthelars didn't try too hard [G] to find common bread.
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_ _ _ Six women, they'd been murdered.
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Blood filled the cobblestones.
The [Em] whole Whitechapel district [F] was their rescuing zone.
[G] One rainy night, as I was walking [C] where no camp [Am] was lit,
[G] I saw a well-dressed gentleman [C] who didn't seem [Am] to see.
[F] He reached out to me [Am] with a blade in his left hand.
To [C] know I was behind him was [G] not part of his plan.
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_ _ I pulled his own knife deep in.
The [D] woman ran away.
[E] You just got Zach the Ripper [F] with the last words he would say.
[G] His hands were delicate and [C] pale like his [Am] diamond ring.
[G] Beside his leather billfold [Am] was a memo from the Queen.
[F] And me, a wanting man, [Am] who would believe a word I said.
[C] If I went to the law, they'd hang [G] me twice till I was dead.
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_ _ I dragged his body off and wrapped [D] it in a ragged rug.
[Em] And dug it in a rat [F] field, a muddy hole I dug.
[G] The next day I left London [Am] on a boat I stowed away.
[G] And crossed the wild Atlantic all the [C] way to [Am] Boston, Maine.
I [F] made my way to San [Am] Francisco.
I was 28.
[C] I got drunk with Jack London, [G] the first good friend I'd made.
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_ _ I [A] worked along the Dots [E] Pier to [Dm] save money in the camp.
[Em] _ Investing in that [Am] company that [F] Henry Ford began.
[G] I became a rich man with [C] a mansion, [Am] wife and kids.
[G] Once in the White House I told [C] Calvin Coolidge what I [Am] did.
[F] Waiting for a little eviction.
I [Am] was right there at the gates.
[C] I helped Joe Kennedy sip [G] on the mango whiskey to last day.
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_ _ _ And across the great profession [Dm] I saw Scobots and Palutene.
[Em] It all was like East London [F] in the 19th century.
[G] The Wall Street finances [C] denied the system.
[Am] It got around.
[G] I spent a month with Woody Guthrie [C] singing Union [Am] songs.
[F] On picket lines I handed [Am] people hundred dollar bills.
[C] I knew a fear number was [G] a stupid thing to sell.
_ [F] Now the doctor says I'm dying.
[Am] What I know is you're in pain.
[C] And when I'm buried I'll be wearing [G] Jack's anniversary.
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