Biography:
Slaid Cleaves (born Richard Slaid Cleaves on June 9, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in South Berwick, Maine and Round Pond, Maine.
Slaid Cleaves’ music is marked by both the quirky blend of isolated eccentricity and steely resilience of his Yankee upbringing and the weathered soul of Texas, the state he has called home for over a decade now. First registering on the national folk scene by winning the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk competition in 1992
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Other songs:
- Broken Down
- Drinkin' Days
- One Good Year
- Another Kind Of Blue
- Beautiful Thing
- Below
- Beyond Love
- Black T
- Borderline
- Breakfast In Hell
- Bring It On
- Broke Down
- Call It Sleep
- Cold And Lonely
- Cry
- Dance Around The Fire
- Dreams
- Drinkin Days
- Fairest Of Them All
- Flowered Dresses
- Getaway Car
- Go For The Gold
- Gods Own Yodeler
- Gone
- Green Mountains And Me
- Hard To Believe
- Hickory
- Hometown Usa
- Horses
- Horshoe Lounge
- I Bet She Does
- If I Had A Heart
- In The Rain
- Junkyard
- Key Chain
- Lydia
- Millionaire
- New Years Day
- No Angel Knows
- Not Going Down
- November Skies
- Oh Roberta
- Primer Gray
- Quick As Dreams
- Rust Belt Fields
- Sinners Prayer
- Song For June
- Still Fighting The War
- Temporary
- Texas Love Song
- This Morning I Was Born Again
- Tiger Tom Dixons Blues
- Tumbleweed Stew
- Twistin
- Voice Of Midnight
- Whim Of Iron
- Wishbone
- Without Her
- Working Stiff
- You Dont Have To Tell Me
- Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch
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Slaid Cleaves - Call It Sleep
## NOTE: ~ = Walk-Down from C to Am ##
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C ~ Am F
C ~
You're a working man with a welder's tan
Am F
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
C ~
You drive on down to the factory
Am F
You drive on down because it's your job you see
C ~
Carry your thermos underneath your arm
Am F
Little coffee and bourbon will help you through the morn
C ~
You crack wise with the boys, so it don't bring you down
Am F
Time ain't nothing but the world spinning round
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F
It's all the same
C ~
You stop off down at the Palomino Club
Am F
The neon sign says, "We've Got Your Bud"
C ~
It's a cinderblock building on a gravel parking lot
Am F
It's Friday night, you're out to spend every cent you got
C ~
So you dance the floor with a Mexican girl
Am F
She's got whiskey on her breath, smoke in her curls
C ~
Hands holding cigarettes and faces you don't know
Am F
You sit at the bar until it's time to go
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F
It's all the same
INSTRUMENTAL: C ~ Am F C ~ Am F
C ~
The morning air feels like mud over your eyes
Am F
The sun coming up is just a sixty watt light
C ~
Maybe leave this town and leave this life
Am F
Get in your car and you start to drive
C ~
There's boarded up buildings and places you've never been
Am F
Cars on the interstate that never seem to end
C ~
It all flies away with the wave of your hand
Am F
Like birds over water trying to find land
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F C ~ Am F
It's all the same
C ~
You're a working man with a welder's tan
Am F
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
## NOTE: ~ = Walk-Down from C to Am ##
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C ~ Am F
C ~
You're a working man with a welder's tan
Am F
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
C ~
You drive on down to the factory
Am F
You drive on down because it's your job you see
C ~
Carry your thermos underneath your arm
Am F
Little coffee and bourbon will help you through the morn
C ~
You crack wise with the boys, so it don't bring you down
Am F
Time ain't nothing but the world spinning round
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F
It's all the same
C ~
You stop off down at the Palomino Club
Am F
The neon sign says, "We've Got Your Bud"
C ~
It's a cinderblock building on a gravel parking lot
Am F
It's Friday night, you're out to spend every cent you got
C ~
So you dance the floor with a Mexican girl
Am F
She's got whiskey on her breath, smoke in her curls
C ~
Hands holding cigarettes and faces you don't know
Am F
You sit at the bar until it's time to go
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F
It's all the same
INSTRUMENTAL: C ~ Am F C ~ Am F
C ~
The morning air feels like mud over your eyes
Am F
The sun coming up is just a sixty watt light
C ~
Maybe leave this town and leave this life
Am F
Get in your car and you start to drive
C ~
There's boarded up buildings and places you've never been
Am F
Cars on the interstate that never seem to end
C ~
It all flies away with the wave of your hand
Am F
Like birds over water trying to find land
CHORUS:
G
You call it sleep
F
There's a car out on the four lane
G
You call it sleep
F
Rain on the window pane
G
Call it sleep
F C ~ Am F
It's all the same
C ~
You're a working man with a welder's tan
Am F
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
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