Lord, Mr. Ford Chords by Jerry Reed
Tempo:
118.6 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
C#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, fisting, clanking,
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son.
I'm
[F#] [B]
not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's time
to send me [F#] a few choice words.
All about that demon, all them [E] old fields of men and monsters with the [B] polyglass wheels
the end result of the dream of Henry Ford.
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's got a little bit of a stuff in it, and I'm going to take
a little bit of a ride.
It's mine [E] alone to be in the finance company [B] on a ready-made pilot, man, you're [F#] a fact of grief.
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a plant in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the coal relief.
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a dollar in me to death.
For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#] something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month like [F#] you do your rent.
[B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of [B] mine cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse-less
carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's, say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
The
[C#] [F#] [B]
average American father and [E] mother own one whole car and have [B] another, and I bet
that half a car's a [F#] trick to drive, don't you?
[B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race end to end, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the fancy.
[B] Well, now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car, but the upside [B] haze of hanging on
by the roar of [F#] the interstate.
[B] Well, if the Lord had made the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, and you'd have
[B] cars, you'd have seen [F#] that we was all born with [B] a part in space.
[F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse's carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution [E] to man's little lease got a little out [B] of hand.
Well, [F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#]-toasted [B] automobile.
[E] [Bm]
[B] [C#] [F#] [B]
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son.
I'm
[F#] [B]
not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's time
to send me [F#] a few choice words.
All about that demon, all them [E] old fields of men and monsters with the [B] polyglass wheels
the end result of the dream of Henry Ford.
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's got a little bit of a stuff in it, and I'm going to take
a little bit of a ride.
It's mine [E] alone to be in the finance company [B] on a ready-made pilot, man, you're [F#] a fact of grief.
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a plant in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the coal relief.
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a dollar in me to death.
For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#] something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month like [F#] you do your rent.
[B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of [B] mine cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse-less
carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's, say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
The
[C#] [F#] [B]
average American father and [E] mother own one whole car and have [B] another, and I bet
that half a car's a [F#] trick to drive, don't you?
[B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race end to end, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the fancy.
[B] Well, now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car, but the upside [B] haze of hanging on
by the roar of [F#] the interstate.
[B] Well, if the Lord had made the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, and you'd have
[B] cars, you'd have seen [F#] that we was all born with [B] a part in space.
[F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse's carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution [E] to man's little lease got a little out [B] of hand.
Well, [F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#]-toasted [B] automobile.
[E] [Bm]
[B] [C#] [F#] [B]
Key:
B
F#
E
C#
Bm
B
F#
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, fisting, clanking,
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son.
I'm _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's time
to send me [F#] a few choice words.
All about that demon, all them [E] old fields of men and monsters with the [B] polyglass wheels
the end result of the dream of Henry Ford.
_ [F#] Well, now I've got a car that's got a little bit of a stuff in it, and I'm going to take
a little bit of a ride.
It's mine [E] alone to be in the finance company [B] on a ready-made pilot, man, you're [F#] a fact of grief.
_ [B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a plant in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the coal relief.
_ [C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a dollar in me to death.
_ For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#] something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month like [F#] you do your rent.
_ [B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of [B] mine cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse-less
carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's, say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
The _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ average American father and [E] mother own one whole car and have [B] another, and I bet
that half a car's a [F#] trick to drive, don't you?
_ [B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race end to end, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the fancy.
[B] Well, now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car, but the upside [B] haze of hanging on
by the roar of [F#] the interstate.
_ [B] Well, if the Lord had made the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, and you'd have
[B] cars, you'd have seen [F#] that we was all born with [B] a part in space.
_ [F#] _ Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse's carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution [E] to man's little lease got a little out [B] of hand.
Well, [F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
_ Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#]-toasted [B] automobile.
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, fisting, clanking,
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son.
I'm _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's time
to send me [F#] a few choice words.
All about that demon, all them [E] old fields of men and monsters with the [B] polyglass wheels
the end result of the dream of Henry Ford.
_ [F#] Well, now I've got a car that's got a little bit of a stuff in it, and I'm going to take
a little bit of a ride.
It's mine [E] alone to be in the finance company [B] on a ready-made pilot, man, you're [F#] a fact of grief.
_ [B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a plant in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the coal relief.
_ [C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a dollar in me to death.
_ For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#] something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month like [F#] you do your rent.
_ [B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of [B] mine cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse-less
carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's, say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
The _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ average American father and [E] mother own one whole car and have [B] another, and I bet
that half a car's a [F#] trick to drive, don't you?
_ [B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race end to end, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the fancy.
[B] Well, now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car, but the upside [B] haze of hanging on
by the roar of [F#] the interstate.
_ [B] Well, if the Lord had made the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, and you'd have
[B] cars, you'd have seen [F#] that we was all born with [B] a part in space.
_ [F#] _ Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple horse's carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution [E] to man's little lease got a little out [B] of hand.
Well, [F#] Lord, Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
_ Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#]-toasted [B] automobile.
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _