Chords for 12-string Guitar: On Top Of Old Smokey (Including lyrics and chords)
Tempo:
91.2 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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On top of [B] old Smoky, all covered [F#] with snow, I lost [G#] my true
[C#] lover, for [F#] cotton too slow.
For cotton's a [B] pleasure, but parting [F#] is grief, and a false [C#]-hearted lover is worse [F#] than a thief.
A thief [B] will just rob you and take [F#] what you have, but a false-hearted [C#] lover will lead you to your grave.
A grave will [B] decay you and turn [F#] you to dust, not one girl in twenty a poor boy can trust.
They'll hug [B] you and kiss you and tell you [F#] more lies than cross [C#] ties on a railroad or stars in [F#] the skies.
They'll swear that [B] they love you, that they do [F#] not tease, but as soon as [C#] your back's turned, they'll love whom [F#] they please.
It's raining [B] and hailing this cold [F#] stormy night, your horses [C#] can't travel, for the moon [F#] gives no light.
So hot up your [B] horses and give them some hay, and come off sit [C#] beside me as long as [F#] you stay.
My [B] horses aren't hungry, they don't want [F#] your hay, I'm anxious [C#] to leave, so I'll be on my way.
So come, [B] ye young lovers, and listen to me, never place your [C#]
affection in a green [F#] willow tree.
All the leaves they will wither, the roots [F#] they will die, and you'll [C#] be forsaken and never [F#] know why.
On top of old [B] Smoky, all covered with snow, I lost my [C#] true lover, forgotten [F#] too slow.
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[C#] lover, for [F#] cotton too slow.
For cotton's a [B] pleasure, but parting [F#] is grief, and a false [C#]-hearted lover is worse [F#] than a thief.
A thief [B] will just rob you and take [F#] what you have, but a false-hearted [C#] lover will lead you to your grave.
A grave will [B] decay you and turn [F#] you to dust, not one girl in twenty a poor boy can trust.
They'll hug [B] you and kiss you and tell you [F#] more lies than cross [C#] ties on a railroad or stars in [F#] the skies.
They'll swear that [B] they love you, that they do [F#] not tease, but as soon as [C#] your back's turned, they'll love whom [F#] they please.
It's raining [B] and hailing this cold [F#] stormy night, your horses [C#] can't travel, for the moon [F#] gives no light.
So hot up your [B] horses and give them some hay, and come off sit [C#] beside me as long as [F#] you stay.
My [B] horses aren't hungry, they don't want [F#] your hay, I'm anxious [C#] to leave, so I'll be on my way.
So come, [B] ye young lovers, and listen to me, never place your [C#]
affection in a green [F#] willow tree.
All the leaves they will wither, the roots [F#] they will die, and you'll [C#] be forsaken and never [F#] know why.
On top of old [B] Smoky, all covered with snow, I lost my [C#] true lover, forgotten [F#] too slow.
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#]
Key:
F#
B
C#
G#
F#
B
C#
G#
_ _ _ _ _ On top of [B] old _ Smoky, _ all covered [F#] with snow, _ I lost [G#] my true _
[C#] lover, _ for [F#] cotton too slow.
_ _ For cotton's a [B] _ pleasure, _ but parting [F#] is _ grief, and a false [C#]-hearted lover _ is worse [F#] than a thief.
_ _ A thief [B] will just rob you _ and take [F#] what you _ _ have, but a false-hearted [C#] lover _ will lead you to your grave.
_ _ A grave will [B] decay you and turn [F#] you to _ _ dust, not one girl in twenty _ a poor boy can _ trust.
They'll hug [B] you and kiss you _ and tell you [F#] more _ lies than cross [C#] ties on a railroad _ or stars in [F#] the skies.
_ _ They'll swear that [B] they love you, that they do [F#] not tease, _ _ but as soon as [C#] your back's turned, they'll love whom [F#] they please. _ _
It's raining [B] and _ hailing this cold [F#] stormy night, your horses [C#] can't travel, _ for the moon [F#] gives no _ light.
_ So hot up your [B] horses _ _ and give them some hay, _ and come off sit [C#] beside me as long as [F#] you stay. _
_ My [B] horses aren't hungry, _ they don't want [F#] your hay, _ _ I'm anxious [C#] to leave, so _ I'll be on my way.
_ So come, [B] ye young _ lovers, _ and listen to _ me, _ never place your [C#]
affection _ _ in a green [F#] willow tree.
_ _ All the leaves they will _ _ wither, the roots [F#] they will die, _ and you'll [C#] be forsaken _ and never [F#] know why. _ _
On top of old [B] _ _ Smoky, all covered with snow, _ _ I lost my [C#] true lover, _ _ forgotten [F#] too slow.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] lover, _ for [F#] cotton too slow.
_ _ For cotton's a [B] _ pleasure, _ but parting [F#] is _ grief, and a false [C#]-hearted lover _ is worse [F#] than a thief.
_ _ A thief [B] will just rob you _ and take [F#] what you _ _ have, but a false-hearted [C#] lover _ will lead you to your grave.
_ _ A grave will [B] decay you and turn [F#] you to _ _ dust, not one girl in twenty _ a poor boy can _ trust.
They'll hug [B] you and kiss you _ and tell you [F#] more _ lies than cross [C#] ties on a railroad _ or stars in [F#] the skies.
_ _ They'll swear that [B] they love you, that they do [F#] not tease, _ _ but as soon as [C#] your back's turned, they'll love whom [F#] they please. _ _
It's raining [B] and _ hailing this cold [F#] stormy night, your horses [C#] can't travel, _ for the moon [F#] gives no _ light.
_ So hot up your [B] horses _ _ and give them some hay, _ and come off sit [C#] beside me as long as [F#] you stay. _
_ My [B] horses aren't hungry, _ they don't want [F#] your hay, _ _ I'm anxious [C#] to leave, so _ I'll be on my way.
_ So come, [B] ye young _ lovers, _ and listen to _ me, _ never place your [C#]
affection _ _ in a green [F#] willow tree.
_ _ All the leaves they will _ _ wither, the roots [F#] they will die, _ and you'll [C#] be forsaken _ and never [F#] know why. _ _
On top of old [B] _ _ Smoky, all covered with snow, _ _ I lost my [C#] true lover, _ _ forgotten [F#] too slow.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _