Eric Bogle - Ballad of henry holloway

It's ^CSaturday night and the bar room is howlin' With ^Gyoung weekend cowboys, all ^Cstruttin' and a-prowlin' Drinkin' straight bourbon and ^Amtryin' not to shiver As it ^Gburns down their throats and plays ^Chell with their liver On a small stage in the bar's furthest ^Gcorner Sits Henry Holloway playin' his gui^Ctar Under the spotlight sweat on his face ^Fglistenin' A-^Gsingin' his heart out with ^Dmnobody ^Clistenin'

^FFire in the belly and ^Cfire in the soul Am^Gbition's a fire that's ^Chard to control ^FBurnin' with bright dreams of ^Cmoney and fame ^GYoung Henry Holloway's ^Dmlost in the ^Cflames

Evelyn ^Csits by the stage she's the only one clappin' With ^Geyes brightly shinin', feet ^Cin time a-tappin' Face full of love as she ^Amwatches her man In his ^Gshirt of blue rhinestones she ^Csewed on by hand Sweet red lips movin' as she sings ^Galong Joinin' with Henry on his every ^Csong Although she's heard them about one million ^Ftimes 'Cause ^Glove is tone deaf as ^Dmwell as stone ^Cblind!

^FFire in the belly and ^Cfire in the soul Am^Gbition's a fire that's ^Chard to control ^FBurnin' with bright dreams of ^Cmoney and fame ^GYoung Henry Holloway's ^Dmlost in the ^Cflames

Now the ^Cnoise in the bar's like a volcano explodin' But ^Gup on the stage young ^CHenry is floatin' Eyes closed and driftin' through ^Amhis favorite dream ^GHe sings of places that ^Che's never seen Like Nashville and Memphis, New York and L.^GA. You can bet even money he'll ^Cget there someday But if he don't, he might just not c^Fare 'Cause when ^Ghe sings his songs, ^Dmhe's already ^Cthere

^FFire in the belly and ^Cfire in the soul Am^Gbition's a fire that's ^Chard to control ^FBurnin' with bright dreams of ^Cmoney and fame ^GYoung Henry Holloway's ^Dmlost in the ^Cflames

Now ^CSaturday night's turned into Sunday mornin' The ^Gbar room is empty the ^Cbar tender's yawnin' Home go the cowboys with their ^Amjeans and high boots Come ^GMonday they'll put on their ^Cties and dark suits Back to the motel go Henry and ^GEvelyn She falls asleep with her ^Carms wrapped around him She dreams of motel rooms and cheap crowded ^Fbars Henry ^Glies wide awake, and ^Dmdreams of the ^Cstars

^FFire in the belly and ^Cfire in the soul Am^Gbition's a fire that's ^Chard to control ^FBurnin' with bright dreams of ^Cmoney and fame ^GYoung Henry Holloway's ^Dmlost in the ^Cflames