Chords for Tom Paxton. Talking Vietnam Pot Luck Blues.
Tempo:
73.6 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
Now when I landed in Vietnam, [Eb] I hardly got to see Saigon.
swapping [Ab] flies, firing the odd shot during the kill.
The captain called the halt that night [Eb] and we had chow by the pale moonlight.
[Eb] taste like a seat on a [Ab] cross-town bus.
deadlier
[Db] told a joke [Eb] and a couple of the fellas began to [Ab] smoke.
fly.
Now when I landed in Vietnam, [Eb] I hardly got to see Saigon.
swapping [Ab] flies, firing the odd shot during the kill.
The captain called the halt that night [Eb] and we had chow by the pale moonlight.
[Eb] taste like a seat on a [Ab] cross-town bus.
deadlier
[Db] told a joke [Eb] and a couple of the fellas began to [Ab] smoke.
fly.
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Eb
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Now _ when I landed in Vietnam, [Eb] I hardly got to see Saigon.
They shaped us up and [Ab] called the roll and off we went on [Ab] a long stroll.
Swapping [Db] lines, swapping [Ab] flies, firing the odd shot during the kill. _ _
The captain called the halt that night [Eb] and we had chow by the pale moonlight.
A lovely [Db] dinner they planned for us with a [Eb] taste like a seat on a [Ab] cross-town bus.
Some of the [Db] veterans just left theirs laying in the cans for [Ab] the Vietcong to find, deadlier
than a lime lime.
_ _ _ _ Naturally somebody [Db] told a joke [Eb] and a couple of the fellas began to [Ab] smoke.
I took a whiff as the cloud rolled by and my nose went up like an infield fly.
The captain, [Db] this blond fella from Yale, he looked [Eb] at me and said, what's the matter with you [Ab] baby?
_ _ _ _ Well I may be crazy but I thank not, [Eb] I swear to God that I smell pot.
We would have [Ab] pot in Vietnam.
He said, [Eb] what do you think you've been sitting on?
These funny little [Db] plants, thousands of them, [Eb] they've got a money.
_ _ Pastures [Ab] are plenty. _
So we [Db] all lit up and by and by the whole thing was flying high.
With a beautiful smile on the captain's face he smelled like midnight [Ab] on St.
Mark's Place.
Cleaning his [Db] weapon, chanting something about Hare Krishna, Hare [Ab] Krishna.
_ _ _ _ The [Ab] moment came as it comes to all [Eb] when I had to answer nature's [Ab] call.
I was tumbling around in a beautiful haze when I met a little cat in black PJs, rifle,
[Db] ammo belt, VF Goodrich sandals.
[Ab] He looked up at me [Db] and said, what's the matter with you [Eb] baby?
He _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ said, we're camping down the [Eb] pass and smelled you people blowing [Ab] grass and sensed by the
smell you're smoking trash, [Eb] you're brought through the case of the special [Ab] stash.
Straight from Uncle [Db] Ho's Victory Garden, we call it Hanoi Gold. _ _
So his squad and my squad settled [Eb] down, had some lovely stuff [Ab] around.
All too soon it was time to go.
[Eb] The captain got on the radio, [Ab] said, hello headquarters. _ _ _ _
Hello headquarters.
[Eb] We have met the enemy and he has [Ab] been smashed.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now _ when I landed in Vietnam, [Eb] I hardly got to see Saigon.
They shaped us up and [Ab] called the roll and off we went on [Ab] a long stroll.
Swapping [Db] lines, swapping [Ab] flies, firing the odd shot during the kill. _ _
The captain called the halt that night [Eb] and we had chow by the pale moonlight.
A lovely [Db] dinner they planned for us with a [Eb] taste like a seat on a [Ab] cross-town bus.
Some of the [Db] veterans just left theirs laying in the cans for [Ab] the Vietcong to find, deadlier
than a lime lime.
_ _ _ _ Naturally somebody [Db] told a joke [Eb] and a couple of the fellas began to [Ab] smoke.
I took a whiff as the cloud rolled by and my nose went up like an infield fly.
The captain, [Db] this blond fella from Yale, he looked [Eb] at me and said, what's the matter with you [Ab] baby?
_ _ _ _ Well I may be crazy but I thank not, [Eb] I swear to God that I smell pot.
We would have [Ab] pot in Vietnam.
He said, [Eb] what do you think you've been sitting on?
These funny little [Db] plants, thousands of them, [Eb] they've got a money.
_ _ Pastures [Ab] are plenty. _
So we [Db] all lit up and by and by the whole thing was flying high.
With a beautiful smile on the captain's face he smelled like midnight [Ab] on St.
Mark's Place.
Cleaning his [Db] weapon, chanting something about Hare Krishna, Hare [Ab] Krishna.
_ _ _ _ The [Ab] moment came as it comes to all [Eb] when I had to answer nature's [Ab] call.
I was tumbling around in a beautiful haze when I met a little cat in black PJs, rifle,
[Db] ammo belt, VF Goodrich sandals.
[Ab] He looked up at me [Db] and said, what's the matter with you [Eb] baby?
He _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ said, we're camping down the [Eb] pass and smelled you people blowing [Ab] grass and sensed by the
smell you're smoking trash, [Eb] you're brought through the case of the special [Ab] stash.
Straight from Uncle [Db] Ho's Victory Garden, we call it Hanoi Gold. _ _
So his squad and my squad settled [Eb] down, had some lovely stuff [Ab] around.
All too soon it was time to go.
[Eb] The captain got on the radio, [Ab] said, hello headquarters. _ _ _ _
Hello headquarters.
[Eb] We have met the enemy and he has [Ab] been smashed.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
