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Hot Dogs and Hamburgers-John Mellencamp Tabbed by:Nick V. E-mail:BlindTerry333@gmail.com From 1987's "Lonesome Jubilee". Tuning:EADGBE Capo II Intro/Verses (For the chorus us a standard open G chord) G C D e|------0-0-0-------0-0-0----0-----2--2---0-----2--2-------------------------| B|-0-0--1-1-1--0-0--1-1-1----1--0--3--3---1--0--3--3-------------------------| G|-0-0--0-0-0--0-0--0-0-0----0--0--2--2---0--0--2--2-------------------------| D|-0-0--2-2-2--0-0--2-2-2----2--0--0--0---2--0--0--0-------------------------| A|------x-x-x-------x-x-x----x-----0--0---x-----0--0-------------------------| E|------x-x-x-------x-x-x----x-----x--x---x-----x--x-------------------------| Accordion e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|--0--1--3--3--1------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------2---------------------------------------------------------| D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
CDrivin' dowGn a dry summer's dayD, old Croute 66 and I waGs just a kiDd G CMet a pretty little Indian gGirl along the way D G CGot her into my car and trGied to give her a kiDss C"I'll give you Gbeads and wampDum" G C"Whatever it takes, gGirl to make you traDde" G CShe jumped into the back sDeat and she kindCa flipped her lidD CShe said, "You're trying to get Dsomethin' for nothing CLike the pilgrims in thGe olden dayDs."
CWe rode forG a while, till theD sun went away G I reaClized it was a sort of aGn honor being around this Dgirl G CI felt embarrassed of whaGt I tried to do earlieDr that day CShe was the sadGdest girl I eDver knew
CShe told me stories about thDe Indian nations G CAnd how the white manG stole their lives Daway CAnd although she kindGa liked me, she could neDver trust me CAnd when the sun cGomes up, we go our diDfferent ways
GNow everybody has gDot the choice Between hCotdogs and haDmburgers GEvery one of us hasD got to choose Between rEmight and wrong AndC givin' up or holDdin' on
CSo I dropped her off atG some railroad crossing inD TexasG CAn old Indian mGan was waiting therDe G CHe smiled and thankeGd me but he saw righDt through me G CI could tell he didn'Gt like me, for my kind, heD did not careG CBecause to him, GI was the white mDan CThe one who sold him Gsomething that he alreadyD owned CAnd it was like he'd been riGdin' in the car right tDhere with us CAnd I felt ashamed of my actionsG and the way the westD was really won So I drove down the highway, till I came to Los Angeles G C To the town of the angels, the best this country can do G D I got down on my knees and I ask for forgiveness G C I said, "lord, forgive us, for we Dknow not what we do."
GNow everybody has gDot the choice Between hCotdogs and haDmburgers GEvery one of us hasD got to choose Between rEmight and wrong AndC givin' up or holDdin' on
Chords w/o capo: C=D G=A D=E Em=F#m Questions, comments, insults...BlindTerry333