Reilly and Maloney is an American folk duo that first emerged in the 1970s, composed of Ginny Reilly and David Maloney. Based in Seattle and also in the San Francisco Bay Area, they performed for two decades, becoming well-known for the blend of their voices and their own solid songwriting accomplishments. They toured nationally, appearing with artists such as Judy Collins and Tom Paxton. Together they issued seven vinyl LPs, before breaking up in the late 1980s and each going on to solo careers.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #067 # Performed by Reilly & Maloney {title:No Mountains in the State of Kansas} {C:Chorus:} Th[C]ere ain't no mountains in the state of K[F]ansas, There ain't no c[G]atfish in the desert s[C]and, There ain't no light babe in your s[F]ad eyes, There ain't no l[G]ove in your heart for this m[C]an.
W[C]ell maybe yes, maybe no, [F]I ask you if you want'a, but you don't want to go, You've got s[G]omething else to do and it ain't with [C]me. Y[C]ou've got one on the stove while I'm on the line, [F]I ask you for a minute but you ain't got the time, You've got s[G]omething else cookin' and it ain't with [C]me.
{C:Chorus.}
Now I can go fifty in a twenty mile zone, And I can let the cop chase me all the way home, And I can talk my way out of a ticket before I'm through. I can drink myself silly 'till I'm out on the floor, I wake up in the morning and I drink some more, Well I can do all of this, but I can't get a yes out'a you.
{C:Chorus.}
Now it's too hot to move, you sweat sittin' still, I'm too sad to lose, and I'm losing my will, And I swear to myself I'll never be this sad again. Aw but what the hell, I'll take the loss, Love was the ticket, this pain was the cost, It's not as easy as you think to be just friends. I said it's not as easy as you think to be just friends.
{C:Chorus.}
[C]There ain't no l[G]ove in your heart for this m[C]an. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz # 7 September 1992