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Date: 5/20/99; 12:01:00 PM
 From: "Mark and Allison Albert" <markalbert@pipeline.com>
 Subject: w/welch_gillian/caleb_meyer.crd
 CALEB MEYER (Gillian Welch and David Rawlings)
 performed by Gillian Welch on HELL AMONG THE YEARLINGS (1998)
 transcribed by Mark Albert markalbert@pipeline.com
 SUGGESTED CHORD FINGERINGS (capo 6, modal chords):
 
   Am       G         D
 |-0-|    |-3-|     |-0-|
 |-0-|    |-3-|     |-1-|
 |-2-|    |-0-|     |-2-|
 |-2-|    |-0-|     |-0-|
 |-0-|    |-2-|     |---|
 |---|    |-3-|     |---|
 
 
 CHORD CHART
 |Am |Am |Am |G |G |D |D |Am |
 
 
 Am
 Caleb Meyer he lived alone
                   G
 In them hollering pines
                               D
 And he made a little whiskey for himself
                            Am
 Said it helped to pass the time
 
 Am
 Long one evening in back of my house
            G
 Caleb come around
                            D
 And he called my name till I went out
                  Am
 With no one else around
 
 
 CHORUS:
 Am
 Caleb Meyer your ghost is gonna
                    G
 Wear them rattling chains
                  D
 But when I go to sleep at night
                   Am
 Don't you call my name
 
 
 Am
 "Where's your husband Nellie Cane
                      G
 Where's your darling gone?
                       D
 Did he go on down the mountainside
                   Am
 And leave you all alone?"
 
 Am
 "Yes my husband's gone to Bowling Green
                     G
 To do some business there."
                       D
 Then Caleb threw that bottle down
                      Am
 And grabbed me by my hair
 
 
 (CHORUS)
 
    Am
 He threw me in the needle bed
                    G
 Across my dress he lay
                          D
 Then he pinned my hands above my head
                    Am
 And I commenced to pray
 
   Am
 I cried my God I am your child
                  G
 Send your angels down
                      D
 Then feeling with my finger tips
                   Am
 The bottle neck I found
 
    Am
 I drew that glass across his neck
             G
 Fine as any blade
                            D
 Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot
                    Am
 Around me where I laid
 
 
 (CHORUS)