#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
This file is for personal private use only.  All copyright laws apply.
-transcribed by Greg Steele - 
http://www.gregorysteele.com - gsteele214@netscape.net


"Bigtime Lonesome" - by John Gorka 1994 (from the CD "Out Of The Valley") 

Capo on third fret 
John's phrasing is so loose on this song that I'm not going to even try to match
the chords that closely.  If you've heard the song, you'll know what I mean and 
hopefully you can figure out those places where I'm off a little.

           x20030     302010
Intro: 	C  Gmaj6  Am  Am7/G   F
	C  Gmaj6  Am  Am7/G   F  C 

         C   Gmaj6    Am  Am7/G   F           
When her sweet summer love had   turned and gone

C        Gmaj6  Am  Am7/G   F       C
He put a bigtime Moses     lonesome on

   C  Gmaj6     Am  Am7/G     F
He got back the ring with the note she'd sent

C    Gmaj6  Am  Am7/G    F   C
When he tried to make it permanent


Love was one big storm moving down the line
She didn't dream anymore of their future time
No sound from the pillow by the window sill
Between her and the call of the whippoorwill


Traveling salesmen, merchant crews
The carnys and the truckers too
If you live your life with your baggage packed
It seems you leave more often than you come back

   F    G           Em       Am
An everyday man was what she wanted

       F           G            Em        Am      Am7/G
So she gave up the ghost of the chance he haunted

   F    G                  Em        Am
An everynight man who would care for her
                                               200232
F              G           C  Gmaj6  Am  Am7/G  D/F#  F  C Gmaj6 Am Am7/G  F  C 
Like this sometime shining visitor


Maybe love for her shouldn't burn that bright
But shine for a lean, warm and steady light
Someone who listened and could talk with her
I've heard such perfect men occur


The work he loved took him far from home
Soon she tired of too much time alone
He loved her and she loved him
But her bigtime lonesome did them in


When love's a storm moving down the line
How can you dream anymore of the future time
No sound from the pillow by the window sill
Between her and the call of the whippoorwill