A Dying Cub Fans Last Request Cifras

I haven't found a version of these chords online yet that was right, so I worked it out
myself from the recording, along with the video of Steve in the bleachers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xBxZGQ1dJk to make sure the voicings were right.
I also tabbed the intro.
 
The intro is compiled (into the easiest version possible) from the recording and the
popular 'bleacher' video, which are slightly different.
 
C      x32010
G      320003
C7     x32310
F      133211
D7/F#  200212
A      x02220
D7     xx0212
G6     3x2033
Fm     133111
 
 
[Intro]
 
e|--------------1---2---5---3--0-------------------------2----------------------------|
B|--------------1---1---4--------1--------------------1----------0h3--1---------------|
G|----0---------2---2---5----------0-2---2-1-0------2----------0----------------------|
D|--3---1-2-3---3---1---4----------------------2/4----------3-------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------0---2---|
E|------------------------------------------------------------------------3-----------|
 
("Boom chk" strumming pattern (bass note, then chord) in the verse; free-er in the chorus.)
 
 
[Verse 1]
C       G                       C  C7
By the shores of old Lake Michigan,
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Where the hawk wind blows so cold,
F        D7/F#           C    A
An old Cub fan lay dying
D7                              G     G G6 G
In his midnight hour that tolled.
 
C       G                       C  C7
'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered;
F               D7/F#           C  C7
They knew his time was short,
F        D7/F#           C    A
So on his head they put this bright blue cap
D7                              G     G G6 G
From his all-time favorite sport.
 
C       G                       C  C7
He told them, "it's late and its getting dark in here
F               D7/F#           C  C7
And I know its time to go,
F        D7/F#           C    A
But before I leave the line-up
D7                              G         G G6 G
There's just one thing I'd like to know:
 
 
[Chorus]
         C                             C7
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
     F              D7/F#         C   C7
When baseball season rolls around?
         F             D7/F#
When the snow melts away,
       C                 A
Do the Cubbies still play
         D7                      G
In their ivy-covered burial ground?
 
     C                        C7
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
    F             D7/F#        C   C7
But now they only bring fatigue
       F             D7/F#
To the home of the brave
    C              A
The land of the free
        D7             G                 C (pick G A B in bass)
And the doormat of the National League."
 
 
[Verse 2]
C       G                       C  C7
He told his friends "You know the law of averages says:
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Anything will happen that can." That's what it says.
F        D7/F#           C    A
But the last year the Cubs won a national league pennant
D7                              G                             G G6 G
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"The Cubs made me a criminal; Sent me down a wayward path;
F               D7/F#           C  C7
They stole my youth from me." (That's the truth.)
F        D7/F#           C    A
"I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
D7                              G                        G G6 G
In flagrant truancy."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"And then one thing led to another:
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
F        D7/F#           C    A
Football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis.
D7                              G                                 G G6 G
But what do you expect,When you raise up a young boys hope..."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"And then just crush it like so many paper beer cups.
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Year after year, after year, after year, After year, after year, after year, after year,
F        D7/F#           C    A
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
D7                              G             G G6 G
For pigeons beneath the "EL" tracks to eat."
 
C       G                       C  C7
He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Anymore before my eternal rest,
F        D7/F#           C    A
So, if you have your pencils and your score cards ready,
D7                              G                         G G6 G
I'll read you my last request:"
 
C       G                       C  C7
"Give me a double-header funeral in Wrigley Field
F               D7/F#           C  C7
On some sunny weekend day." (No lights.)
F        D7/F#           C    A
"Have the organ play the National Anthem
D7                              G                               G G6 G
And then a little 'Na, Na, Na, Na, Hey Hey, Hey, Goodbye'"
 
C       G                       C  C7
"Make six bull pen pitchers carry my coffin
F               D7/F#           C  C7
And six ground keepers clear my path.
F        D7/F#           C    A
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
D7                              G            G G6 G
In all their holy wrath."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral:
F               D7/F#           C  C7
Hey Ernie lets play two!'
F        D7/F#           C    A
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back
D7                              G              G G6 G
And conduct just one more interview."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
F               D7/F#           C  C7
and have Kieth Moreland drop a routine fly.
F        D7/F#           C    A
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
D7                              G                      G G6 G
And I'll be ready to die."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"Build a big fire on home plate out of your 'Louisville Slugger' baseball bats
F               D7/F#           C  C7
And toss my coffin in.
F        D7/F#           C    A
Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow
D7                              G                       G G6 G
From the prevailing 30 mile-an-hour southwest wind."
 
C       G                       C  C7
"When my last remains go flying over the left field wall
F               D7/F#           C  C7
I'll bid the bleacher bums 'adieu'
F        D7/F#           C    A
And come to my final resting place
D7                              G            G G6 G
Out on Waveland Avenue."
 
C       G                       C  C7
The dying man's friends told him to cut it out!
F               D7/F#           C  C7
They said, "stop it, that's an awful shame!"
F        D7/F#           C    A
He whispered, "Don't cry, we'll meet, by and by,
D7                              G                 G G6 G
Near the Heavenly Hall of Fame.
 
C       G                       C  C7
He said, "I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now,
F               D7/F#           C  C7
So that's just what I'm going to do."
F        D7/F#           C    A
He said, "but you, the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs!
D7                              G                                 G G6 G
So it's me who feels sorry for you!"
 
C       G                       C  C7
And he said, "Ahh, play that 'Lonesome Loser' tune,
F               D7/F#           C  C7
That's the one I like the best."
F        D7/F#           C    A
And he closed his eyes, and he slipped away.
D7                              G                               G G6 G
That gave us the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request, so here it is:
 
 
[Chorus]
         C                             C7
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
     F              D7/F#         C   C7
When baseball season rolls around?
         F             D7/F#
When the snow melts away,
       C                 A
Do the Cubbies still play
         D7                      G
In their ivy-covered burial ground?
 
     C                        C7
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
    F             D7/F#        C   C7
But now they only bring fatigue
       F             D7/F#
To the home of the brave
    C              A
The land of the free
        D7             G                 C
And the doormat of the National League."
 
 
[Outro]
C C7 F Fm C
 
e|--5---4---3--| STRUM OUT
B|--5---4---3--|
G|--5---4---3--|
D|--4---3---2--|
A|--5---4---3--|
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