James Taylor – Letter In The Mail (Guitar)

F#         G#m7 F#/A# D#m7
If I could  go  down  now

             G#m7      B5/C#
While the whole town is sleeping

         F# G#m7  F#/A# D#m7
See the sun creeping    up

           G#7  B5/C#
On the hill    yeah

           F#    G#m7    F#/A#  D#m7
I know the river and the  railroad

      G#m7            B5/C#       Bmaj9   G#m11   B/C#
Would run through the valley still

           F#   G#m7 F#/A# D#m7
I guess it never was much    to look at

      G#m7           B/C#
Just a one-horse town

F#    G#m7    F#/A#  D#m7
  The kind of place young people

                   G#7   B/C#
Want to leave today

     F#    G#m7  F#/A#  D#m7
Store fronts     pretty much boarded up

G#m7               B/C#            Bmaj9      G#m7 F#/A#  Bm7  D/E
Main Street pretty much closed down

       A                     C#m7    F#m7
Oh the church bell still rings on Sunday

Bm7                E/F#
Old folks still go

     Bm7      A/C#          D     E
The young ones listen on the radio

A                C#m7
  Saturday night

              G#m7
Nothing but a stray dog

           Gmaj7  F#                 F#/A#  Bm7   B/C#
Running wild like no  -  body's child

     F#   G#m7 F#/A#  D#m7                            G#m7      B/C#
And little by little,      light after light, that's how it died

F#      G#m7    F#/A# D#m7                G#7      B/C#
   They say you never go home again, that's no lie

            F#    G#m7    F#/A#  D#m7
It's like a letter in the mail   to a brother in jail

       G#7
It's a matter of time

B/C#                          F#         G#m7  F#/A#  D#m9 G#m7 B5/C#
Until you can do a little bit better time

                    F#  G#m7  F#/A#  D#m9           B5/C#  C5/D
Does me good to believe                   sometimes

    G     Am7     G/B   Em7
It used to be part      of the heartland

  Am7           C/D
Awful proud and strong

    G     Am7   G/B  Em7
But deep, deep down

                A13  A7  C5/D
Peaceful and serene

 G      Am7     G/B      Em7
When people used to talk about the country

 Am7                C/D       Cmaj9   Am11   C/D
That's what they used to mean

   G    Am7   G/B Em7
I might go down come the weekend

Am7      C/D
Go on my own

  G    Am7 G/B Em7
Drop off Annie and the baby

            A13   A7  C5/D
Maybe drive alone

 G  Am7  G/B  Em7          Am7
Pay my last respects to a time

         C/D         G6  Am7 G/B  Cm7
That has all but gone

Eb/F          Bb          Dm7          Gm7
    We said, Mama come look at the mountain

     Cm7           F/G
The fire in the sky

Cm7       Bb/D         Eb          F/A
It's lit up like the Fourth of July

    Bb               Dm7
The mill burning down

     Am7             Abmaj7
The jobs leaving town

     G               G/B  Cm7  C/D
The trains rolling by

     G     Am7 G/B  Em7                        Am7         C/D
And little by little, light after light, that's how it died

G    Am7     G/B   Em7                A7           C/D
They say you never go home again, now that's no lie

             G     Am7    G/B  Em7
It's like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail

       A7            C/D
It's a matter of time

                               G         Am7   G/B  D/E  Am7  C5/D
Until you can do a little bit better time no no no