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TAXI (Chromatic)

by Harry Chapin · tab for chromatic harmonica

No bends639 notesHoles 2–9Chromatic
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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend< = slide in
It was rain-ing hard in 'Fris-co,
I need-ed one more fare to make my night.
A lad-y up a-head waved to flag me down,
She got in at the light.
Oh, where you go-ing to, my lad-y blue,
It's a shame you ruined
your gown in the rain.
She just looked out the win-dow, she said
"Six-teen Park-side Lane".
Some-thing a bout her was fa-mil-iar
Some-thing a bout her was fa-mil-iar
I could swear I'd seen her face be-fore,
But she said, "I'm sure you're mis-tak-en"
And she did-n't say an- y-thing more.
It took a while,
but she looked in the mir-ror,
Then she glanced at the li-cense for my name.
A smile seemed to come to her slow-ly,
It was a sad smile, just the same.
And she said, "How are you Har-ry?"
I said, "How are you Sue?
Through the too ma-ny miles
and the too lit-tle smiles
I still re-mem-ber you."
It was some-where in a fai-ry tale,
It was some-where in a fai-ry tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned a-bout love
in the back of a Dodge,
The les-son had-n't gone too far.
You see, she was gon-na be an ac-tress,
And I was gon-na learn to fly.
She took off to find the foot-lights,
I took off to find the sky.
Whoa, I've got some-thing in-side me,
To drive a prin-cess blind.
There's a wild man, wi-zard,
He's hid-ing in me,
il-lu-mi-na-ting my mind.
Whoa, I've got some-thing in-side me,
Not what my life's a-bout,
'Cause I've been let-tin'
my out-side tide me,
O-ver 'till my time, runs out.
Ba-by's so high that she's sky-ing,
Ba-by's so high that she's sky-ing,
Yes she's fly-ing, a-fraid to fall.
I'll tell you why ba-by's cry-ing,
'Cause she's dy-ing, aren't we all?
There was not much more
There was not much more
for us to talk a-bout,
What-ev-er we had once was gone.
So I turned my cab in-to the drive-way,
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawn.
And she said we must get to-geth-er,
But I knew it-'d nev-er be ar-ranged.
Then she hand-ed me twent-y dol-lars,
On a two fif-ty fare, she said
Well an-oth-er man might have been an-gry,
And an-oth-er man might have been hurt,
But an-oth-er man nev-er
would have let her go...
And she walked a-way in si-lence,
It's strange, how you nev-er know,
But we'd both got-ten what we'd asked for,
Such a long, long time a-go.
You see, she was gon-na be an ac-tress
And I was gon-na learn to fly.
She took off to find the foot-lights,
I took off for the sky.
And here, she's act-ing hap-py,
In-side her hand-some home.
And me, I'm fly-ing in my tax-i,
Tak-ing tips, and get-ting stoned,
I go fly-ing so high, when I'm stoned.