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Neil Young — Ambulance Blues Tab

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This tab was done by David Morbey (davidjo@ozemail.com.au)
I just copied it here because I saw that some guy was "desperate" for these tabs
        Notes about this song:
Guitar tune down one step: D G C F A D
Harmonica: Bb

Picking Pattern:
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Intro:
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C                      F
Back in the old folky days
Am           Em             D
The air was magic when we played
C                                 F
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
Am               Em           D
Midnight was the time for the raid
G
Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela
Am
They tore you down and plowed you under
Bm                          C
You're only real with your make—up on
G                        D
How could I see you and stay too long

C                      F
All along the Navajo Trail
Am                    Em              D
Burn—outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
C                             F
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
Am                    Em             D
Will their boyfriends pass this way again
G
Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Am
Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids
Bm                 C
She needs someone that she can scream at
G                    D
And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad
C                              F
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
Am                   Em              D
It's hard to say the meaning of this song
C                           F
An ambulance can only go so fast
Am                Em           D
It's easy to get buried in the past
C                           F    Am  Em  D
When you try to make a good thing last


Harmonica:  G  C  G  C  Am     G  C  G  C  Am


G
I saw today in the entertainment section
Am
There's room at the top for private detection
Bm              C
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter
G                   D
But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper
C                        F
So all you critics sit alone
Am                   Em                   D
You're no better than me for what you've shown
C                           F
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
Am               Em              D We could get
together for some scenes


Harmonica:  G  C  G  C  Am  G  C  G  C  Am G


Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive
And out on the corner it's half past five
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes
Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say

You're all just pissin' in the wind
You don't know it but you are
And there ain't nothin' like a friend
Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he's talking to
Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you