Chords for "Quilt of Memories"...Sung by Gord Struthers
Tempo:
60.3 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
F
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Quote of [Ab] Memory.
[F] [Bbm] [Ab]
[Eb] For my birthday, Mama made a quilt from shirts that I had on,
from [Ab] the time I [Eb] was a little boy till the day that I [Bb] left home.
[Eb] She'd wear that blue one with the tigers how I [Ab] used to play.
[Eb] Though Mama made it from a sack, [Bb] Dad got with [Eb] chicken feet.
That brown one lost his pocket in a fight with Stevie Stone.
[Ab] I got a [Eb] second flippin' when my Mama found [Bb] it gone.
[Eb] And this one had a patch placed on it, see it's still [Ab] there yet.
I burned a hole in it while sneaking [Bb] my first [Eb] cigarette.
[Ab]
Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Ab] together pieces [Bb] of my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt [Eb] of memory.
[F] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] That plaid one there I wore the day I made the baseball team.
[Ab] I never [Eb] made the majors but it didn't [G] hurt to [Bb] dream.
[Eb] I wore that red one on my first field date [Ab] with Becky Howe.
[Eb] I look at it and wonder [Bb] where on earth is [Eb] Becky now.
[Ab]
Every time I see that [Eb] quilt I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Fm] together seasons [Bb] of my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
[F] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] I bought that black one out of my first paycheck that I made.
[Ab] It once was bright [Eb] but working in the sunshine [Bb] made it gray.
[Eb] And don't forget that white one with its tiny [Ab] stripes of gray.
[Eb] The first time that I wore it was [Bb] when Granddad [Eb] went away.
[F] [Ab] Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched together [F] seasons of [Bb] my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
Yes, when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm beneath [Bb] my quilt of [Eb] memory.
[F] [Bb] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
[F] [Bbm] [Ab]
[Eb] For my birthday, Mama made a quilt from shirts that I had on,
from [Ab] the time I [Eb] was a little boy till the day that I [Bb] left home.
[Eb] She'd wear that blue one with the tigers how I [Ab] used to play.
[Eb] Though Mama made it from a sack, [Bb] Dad got with [Eb] chicken feet.
That brown one lost his pocket in a fight with Stevie Stone.
[Ab] I got a [Eb] second flippin' when my Mama found [Bb] it gone.
[Eb] And this one had a patch placed on it, see it's still [Ab] there yet.
I burned a hole in it while sneaking [Bb] my first [Eb] cigarette.
[Ab]
Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Ab] together pieces [Bb] of my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt [Eb] of memory.
[F] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] That plaid one there I wore the day I made the baseball team.
[Ab] I never [Eb] made the majors but it didn't [G] hurt to [Bb] dream.
[Eb] I wore that red one on my first field date [Ab] with Becky Howe.
[Eb] I look at it and wonder [Bb] where on earth is [Eb] Becky now.
[Ab]
Every time I see that [Eb] quilt I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Fm] together seasons [Bb] of my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
[F] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] I bought that black one out of my first paycheck that I made.
[Ab] It once was bright [Eb] but working in the sunshine [Bb] made it gray.
[Eb] And don't forget that white one with its tiny [Ab] stripes of gray.
[Eb] The first time that I wore it was [Bb] when Granddad [Eb] went away.
[F] [Ab] Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched together [F] seasons of [Bb] my youth.
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
Yes, when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm beneath [Bb] my quilt of [Eb] memory.
[F] [Bb] [Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Fm] [Eb]
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bb
F
Fm
Eb
Ab
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Quote of [Ab] Memory.
[F] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ For my birthday, Mama made a quilt from shirts that I had on,
from [Ab] the time I [Eb] was a little boy till the day that I [Bb] left home. _
[Eb] She'd wear that blue one with the tigers how I [Ab] used to play.
[Eb] Though Mama made it from a sack, [Bb] Dad got with [Eb] chicken feet.
_ That brown one lost his pocket in a fight with Stevie Stone.
[Ab] I got a [Eb] second flippin' when my Mama found [Bb] it gone.
_ _ [Eb] And this one had a patch placed on it, see it's still [Ab] there yet.
I burned a hole in it while sneaking [Bb] my first [Eb] cigarette.
_ _ _ [Ab]
Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Ab] together pieces [Bb] of my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt [Eb] of memory. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ That plaid one there I wore the day I made the baseball team.
[Ab] I never [Eb] made the majors but it didn't [G] hurt to [Bb] dream.
_ [Eb] I wore that red one on my first field date [Ab] with Becky Howe.
[Eb] I look at it and wonder [Bb] where on earth is [Eb] Becky now.
_ _ [Ab]
Every time I see that [Eb] quilt I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Fm] together seasons [Bb] of my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory. _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ I bought that black one out of my first paycheck that I made.
[Ab] It once was bright [Eb] but working in the sunshine [Bb] made it gray.
_ [Eb] And don't forget that white one with its tiny [Ab] stripes of gray.
[Eb] The first time that I wore it was [Bb] when Granddad [Eb] went away.
[F] _ [Ab] Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched together [F] seasons of [Bb] my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
Yes, when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm beneath [Bb] my quilt of [Eb] memory. _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _
Quote of [Ab] Memory.
[F] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ For my birthday, Mama made a quilt from shirts that I had on,
from [Ab] the time I [Eb] was a little boy till the day that I [Bb] left home. _
[Eb] She'd wear that blue one with the tigers how I [Ab] used to play.
[Eb] Though Mama made it from a sack, [Bb] Dad got with [Eb] chicken feet.
_ That brown one lost his pocket in a fight with Stevie Stone.
[Ab] I got a [Eb] second flippin' when my Mama found [Bb] it gone.
_ _ [Eb] And this one had a patch placed on it, see it's still [Ab] there yet.
I burned a hole in it while sneaking [Bb] my first [Eb] cigarette.
_ _ _ [Ab]
Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Ab] together pieces [Bb] of my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt [Eb] of memory. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ That plaid one there I wore the day I made the baseball team.
[Ab] I never [Eb] made the majors but it didn't [G] hurt to [Bb] dream.
_ [Eb] I wore that red one on my first field date [Ab] with Becky Howe.
[Eb] I look at it and wonder [Bb] where on earth is [Eb] Becky now.
_ _ [Ab]
Every time I see that [Eb] quilt I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched [Fm] together seasons [Bb] of my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
[Eb] I'll be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory. _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] _ _ I bought that black one out of my first paycheck that I made.
[Ab] It once was bright [Eb] but working in the sunshine [Bb] made it gray.
_ [Eb] And don't forget that white one with its tiny [Ab] stripes of gray.
[Eb] The first time that I wore it was [Bb] when Granddad [Eb] went away.
[F] _ [Ab] Every time I see that quilt [Eb] I'm telling you the truth.
It seems like Mama stitched together [F] seasons of [Bb] my youth. _
[Eb] And when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm [Bb] beneath my quilt of [Eb] memory.
Yes, when winter wind is blowing cold through [Ab] frozen trees,
I'll [Eb] be warm beneath [Bb] my quilt of [Eb] memory. _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _