Kevin Gordon
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"Dissatisfied"  [Cadillac Jack's #1 Son]  "Pauline"



Dissatisfied
(©Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen)

The key is: G

(G)
Driving by the big estates

Out on the boulevard

In a blown-out ride
                               (C)
Rattlin' between the perfect yards
(G)
My wife's in a trance
          (C)
Starin' at all that romance
(G)                       (C)
Big money can provide
       (G)
She don't say word
              (D)               (G)
But I know she's dissatisfied

(G)
There's a certain house
She likes to call her home sweet home
I just catch a glimpse
Through an iron fence
        (C)
Of a wall of stone
       (G)
She likes to pretend
               (C)
we could pull right in
                (G)                             (C)
And those big gates would open wide
        (G)                             (D)               (G)
It's a harmless game, but it leaves her dissatisfied
                   (C)      (G)
        Dissatisfied, behind a rusty door
                   (C)        (D)
        Dissatisfied, like she was born for more
(G)                                                        (C)
Baby wants a house on a hill and a pony she can ride
             (G)           (D)                            (G)
She ain't got it, she's just dissatisfied

(guitar solo over the chorus)

(G)
Back across the tracks
We stop for gas and cigarettes
She buys a pack of gum

                                  (C)
And that magazine she always gets
                 (G)                           (C)
Where the movie stars and their bodyguards
         (G)                         (C)
Take moonlight limousine rides
   (G)                       (D)                    (G)
It makes her smile, I know she's dissatisfied

                (C)     (G)
    Dissatisfied, behind a rusty door
               (C)         (D)
    Dissatisfied, like we were born for more
    (G)                                                        (C)
    Baby wants a house on a hill and a pony she can ride
                 (G)               (D)                 (G)
    She ain't got it, she's just dissatisfied

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Pauline
(Kevin Gordon; ©1995 Little Rain Music/adm. by Bug Music)

Key: F

(F)                                             (C)
She packs a sack of chicken, so Gene'll shut his lip
                                                       (F)
Big Mama drives that Lincoln like a smokin' battleship
                                (C)
So Pauline, 16, can stand out in the cold
                                         (F)
Shiver as she listens to the rock 'n roll show

     (Bb)                                                (F)
     Pauline, in her mama's dress stands underage
                                                          (C)
     Staring through the windows of the hip parade
                                       (F)
     Banging on the backstage door
     (Bb)                                             (F)
     Pauline knows East Moline don't hold a fire
                                        (C)
     For one so young with such desire
                                         (F)
     The big world turns too slow

She knows all the names of the boys in the bands
Brings 'em sugar cookies in red tin cans
Cards and letters, come Christmas time
She's an awkward angel with a heart divine

     Pauline, in her mama's dress stands underage
     Staring through the windows of the hip parade
     Banging on the backstage door

     Pauline knows East Moline don't hold a fire
     For one so young with such desire
     The big world turns too slow

The days and years disappear like rain
Under the sun we're never the same
She met a man on the Iowa side
And Pauline, 19, became a bride
She stands with a child on a hill above the town
Watching that river where the barges go down
Tug's horn blows, little boy waves
Now woman, now mother, she'll always stay

     Pauline, in her mama's dress and come of age
     Remembers dancing outside the hip parade
     Banging on the backstage door

     Pauline knows East Moline don't hold a fire
     The Silvis hills are looking tired
     And the big world turns too slow