A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request chords and lyrics - STEVE GOODMAN

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[Intro 1]
[C][F][Ebdim][C][Am][F][C]
[G][C]
By the shores of [G]old Lake Michigan

[Verse 1]
[C]
Where the [F]hawk wind blows so [D]cold[C]
[F]An old Cub fan lay[D] dying[C][A]
[D]In his midnight hour, the tol[G]l

[Verse 2]
[C]Around his bed, his friend[G]s had all [C]gathered
[F]They knew his tim[C]e was sho[D]rt[C]
[F]On his head, the[D]y put this bright blu[C]e cap[A]
[D]From his all-time favorite favorite sport

[Verse 3]
[G]He [C]told 'em, "It's lat[G]e,
and it's getting [C]dark in here
[F]And I know it'[D]s to time to [C]go
[F]But before I leave the[D][C]
[A]lineup
Boys, there's just one [D]thing
that I'd like to [G]know

[Verse 4]
"Do they [C]still play the blues in Chicago
When [F]baseball sea[C]son rolls
around?
[F]When the snow melts [D]away,
[C]do the Cubbies still [A]play
In their [D]ivy-covered burial
burial [G]ground?

[Verse 5]
"When [C]I was a boy,
they were my pride and joy
But [F]now they only [D]bring fatigue
[C]To the hom[F]e of the bra[C]ve,
[D]the lan[C]d of the fre[A]e
And the [D]doormat of the [G]National League"

[Verse 6]
[C]He [G]tol[C]d his friends, "You know,
the law of averages says
[F]Anything will happen tha[Am]t
can[C]" that's what it says
[F]"But the last time the[D] Cubs won a
[C]Na tional League pen[A]nant
Was [D]the year we dropped
the bomb on Ja[G]pan

[Verse 7]
[C]"The Cubs made me [G]a criminal,
[C]sent me down a wayward pat[F]h
They stole [D]my youth from [C]me,
that's the truth
[F]I'd forsake my [D]teachers to
[C]go sit in the bleach[A]ers
[D]In flagrant tru[G]ancy

[Verse 8]
"And then one thing [G]led [D]to another[G]
[C]And soon I discovered alcohol,
[F]gam[D]bling, dop[C]e[F]
Foot[D]ball, hockey, [C]lacrosse, tennis
[Am]But what do yo[A]u expect[D]?

[Verse 9]
"When you raise up a young [G]boy's
hopes
And then just crush [C]'em like
so many paper beer cups
[F]Year after, year [D]after, [C]year
After year, af[F]ter year, after [D]year,
after year, [C]after [A]year[D]
'Till those hopes are
just so much pop[G]corn
For the pigeons beneath
the 'L' tracks to [C]eat"
[G]He said, "You know,

[Verse 10]
[C]
I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore be[F]fore my [D]eternal [C]rest
So if you [F]have your pen[D]cils and
your scorecards ready
[C]Then [A]I'l[D]l read you my[G]
last re[C]quest"[G]

[Verse 11]
[C]He said,
"Give me a doubleheader funeral in Wrigley Field
[F]On some sun[G]ny weekend[D] day[C],
[F]no lights
Have the organ [D]play the Na
[C]tional [A]Anthem
[D]And then a little 'Na Na Na Na,
Hey Hey [G]Hey, [C]Goodbye'
"Make [G]six bullpen pitch

[Verse 12]
[C]ers carry my coffin
[F]And six[D] groundskeepers clear my [C]path
[F]Have the umpires bar[D]k
me out [C]at every [A]base
[D]In all their holy wra[G]th

[Verse 13]
[C]"It's a beautiful day for[G] a f[C]uneral
Hey, Ernie, [F]let's play [D]two[C]
[F]Somebody go get Jac[D]k
Brick-house to to come [C]back
[A]And conduc[D]t just one
more interview
[G]

[Verse 14]
[C]
"Have [G]the Cubbies run right out
[C]into the middle of the field
[F]Have Keith Mo [D]reland drop
[C]a routine [F]fly
Give every[D]body two bags
of pea[C]nuts and a frosty [A]malt
[D]And I'll be ready to [G]die

[Verse 15]
[C]"Build a big fir[G]e on home plate out[C] of your
Louisville Slugger baseball bat[F]s
[D]And toss [C]my coffin in
[F]Let my [D]ashes blow in
a beau[C]tiful [A]snow
From [D]the prevailing thirty-mile-an-hour southwest
southwest southwest south[G]west wind

[Verse 16]
[C]"And when my last rem[G]ains go flying
[C]over the left field wall
We'll bid [F]the bleacher bums [G]adieu[D][C][F]
I will come to [D]my final [C]resting [A]place[D]
Out [G]on Waveland Avenue"

[Verse 17]
[C]
The dying man's friends
told him to cut it out
[F]They said,
"Stop [D]it" and "That's an awful [C]shame"
[F]He whispered, "Don't cry[D],
[C]we'll meet [A]by and by
[D]Near the heavenly hall [G]of fame"

[Verse 18]
[C]He said, "I've got season[G]s tickets
to watch the an[C]gels [F]now
So it's just what I'm gonna [D]do"[C]
[F]He said, "But you the liv[D]ing,
[C]you're stuck here [A]with the Cubs
[D]So it's me who feels sorry
[G]for [C]you"
And he said, [G]"Oh, play, play

[Verse 19]
[C]
that 'Lonesome [F]Losers' tune
That's [D]the one I like the be[C]st"
[F]Closed his eyes [D]and slipped [C]away
[A]Well, Scotty, it was the dyi[D]ng Cub
[G]fan's last re[C]quest, so [G]here it is
[D]"Do the[C]y still

[Verse 20]
play the blues in Chicago
When [F]baseball season rolls [C]around?
When the [F]snow melts away,
[D]do [C]the Cubbies still pla[A]y
In their ivy-[D]covered burial
burial [G]ground?

[Verse 21]
When [C]I was a boy,
they were my pride and joy
But now [F]they only bring fa[C]tigue
To the [F]home of the brave,
the [C]land of the free
[A]And the doo[D]rmat of the
[G]Na tional League"

[Outro 1]
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