Chords for "GRANDPA JONES" Don't bring Your Banjo Home
Tempo:
86.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
A
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [C]
[G] My pappy owned our little [Em] farm, was happy [G] as could be.
Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony.
[Bm] Then one day the mailman came a-drivin' his old [C] roam.
He left a banjer that [Bm] would bring much discord to our home.
Pap ran me off and yelled at me,
Don't bring [G] your banjer home.
[A] [G] [A]
[G] I picked and sang [C] all day long,
Till [D] pappy just went wild.
He said of all [C] his sixteen kids,
[G] I was the problem child.
[C] He grabbed a hickory, ran me off with not a miller tone.
He yelled, when [G] you come a-sneakin' [C] back,
Don't bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] [A]
[G] I tried to figure what [C] to do, [G] so I could pick and sing.
I [D] wanted to [C] become a [G] star [D] more than [Gm] anything.
To [C] get a spot on the radio, I'd trade anything [G] I owned.
[G] But pap had put it [C] very clear,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave the [G] five in town.
[C] Boy, don't bring that banjer home.
[G] [A] [G]
One day a note came to [C] my pap [D] that saddened his [G] old face.
He said, pay off the [D] mortgage or we'll take your [G] little place.
It [C] made me glad, cause I was mad plumbed down to the bone.
[G] Because he yelled at [C] me that day,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] [A]
[G] But I got to thinking of [C] pap's old face,
And an idea struck me square.
I'd put a show [D] on in our barn,
And take my banjer there.
[G] I advertised, a crowd came in,
The money paid the loan.
Now when I go to town, [C] pap says,
Boy, bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, don't leave that jewel [G] in town.
Boy, [C] bring your banjer home.
[A] [G] [N]
[G] My pappy owned our little [Em] farm, was happy [G] as could be.
Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony.
[Bm] Then one day the mailman came a-drivin' his old [C] roam.
He left a banjer that [Bm] would bring much discord to our home.
Pap ran me off and yelled at me,
Don't bring [G] your banjer home.
[A] [G] [A]
[G] I picked and sang [C] all day long,
Till [D] pappy just went wild.
He said of all [C] his sixteen kids,
[G] I was the problem child.
[C] He grabbed a hickory, ran me off with not a miller tone.
He yelled, when [G] you come a-sneakin' [C] back,
Don't bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] [A]
[G] I tried to figure what [C] to do, [G] so I could pick and sing.
I [D] wanted to [C] become a [G] star [D] more than [Gm] anything.
To [C] get a spot on the radio, I'd trade anything [G] I owned.
[G] But pap had put it [C] very clear,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave the [G] five in town.
[C] Boy, don't bring that banjer home.
[G] [A] [G]
One day a note came to [C] my pap [D] that saddened his [G] old face.
He said, pay off the [D] mortgage or we'll take your [G] little place.
It [C] made me glad, cause I was mad plumbed down to the bone.
[G] Because he yelled at [C] me that day,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] [A]
[G] But I got to thinking of [C] pap's old face,
And an idea struck me square.
I'd put a show [D] on in our barn,
And take my banjer there.
[G] I advertised, a crowd came in,
The money paid the loan.
Now when I go to town, [C] pap says,
Boy, bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, don't leave that jewel [G] in town.
Boy, [C] bring your banjer home.
[A] [G] [N]
Key:
G
C
A
D
Bm
G
C
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ My pappy owned our little [Em] farm, was happy [G] as could be.
Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony.
[Bm] Then one day the mailman came a-drivin' his old [C] roam.
He left a banjer that [Bm] would bring much discord to our home.
Pap ran me off and yelled at me,
Don't bring [G] your banjer home.
[A] _ [G] _ [A] _
[G] _ I picked and sang [C] all day long,
Till [D] pappy just went wild.
He said of all [C] his sixteen kids,
[G] I was the problem child.
[C] He grabbed a hickory, ran me off with not a miller tone.
He yelled, when [G] you come a-sneakin' [C] back,
Don't bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] _ [A] _
[G] _ I tried to figure what [C] to do, [G] so I could pick and sing.
I [D] wanted to [C] become a [G] star [D] more than [Gm] anything.
To [C] get a spot on the radio, I'd trade anything [G] I owned.
[G] But pap had put it [C] very clear,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave the [G] five in town.
[C] Boy, don't bring that banjer home.
[G] _ [A] _ [G] _
_ One day a note came to [C] my pap [D] that saddened his [G] old face.
He said, pay off the [D] mortgage or we'll take your [G] little place.
It [C] made me glad, cause I was mad plumbed down to the bone.
[G] Because he yelled at [C] me that day,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] _ [A] _
[G] _ But I got to thinking of [C] pap's old face,
And an idea struck me square.
I'd put a show [D] on in our barn,
And take my banjer there.
[G] I advertised, a crowd came in,
The money paid the loan.
Now when I go to town, [C] pap says,
Boy, bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, don't leave that jewel [G] in town.
Boy, [C] bring your banjer home.
[A] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ My pappy owned our little [Em] farm, was happy [G] as could be.
Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony.
[Bm] Then one day the mailman came a-drivin' his old [C] roam.
He left a banjer that [Bm] would bring much discord to our home.
Pap ran me off and yelled at me,
Don't bring [G] your banjer home.
[A] _ [G] _ [A] _
[G] _ I picked and sang [C] all day long,
Till [D] pappy just went wild.
He said of all [C] his sixteen kids,
[G] I was the problem child.
[C] He grabbed a hickory, ran me off with not a miller tone.
He yelled, when [G] you come a-sneakin' [C] back,
Don't bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] _ [A] _
[G] _ I tried to figure what [C] to do, [G] so I could pick and sing.
I [D] wanted to [C] become a [G] star [D] more than [Gm] anything.
To [C] get a spot on the radio, I'd trade anything [G] I owned.
[G] But pap had put it [C] very clear,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave the [G] five in town.
[C] Boy, don't bring that banjer home.
[G] _ [A] _ [G] _
_ One day a note came to [C] my pap [D] that saddened his [G] old face.
He said, pay off the [D] mortgage or we'll take your [G] little place.
It [C] made me glad, cause I was mad plumbed down to the bone.
[G] Because he yelled at [C] me that day,
Don't bring your banjer home.
Son, leave that [G] thing in town.
Boy, [C] don't bring your banjer [A] home.
[G] _ [A] _
[G] _ But I got to thinking of [C] pap's old face,
And an idea struck me square.
I'd put a show [D] on in our barn,
And take my banjer there.
[G] I advertised, a crowd came in,
The money paid the loan.
Now when I go to town, [C] pap says,
Boy, bring your [G] banjer home.
[C] Son, don't leave that jewel [G] in town.
Boy, [C] bring your banjer home.
[A] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _