Chords for 16 Shells From A Thirty-Ought Six
Tempo:
65.5 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
F
G
C
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I walked 16 trails on my dirty [Cm] old six.
a black cross snuck through a hole in the sky.
spent my buttons on a old black mule.
made me a ladder for my own chopper railboat.
leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
leaned it up on a dandelion tree.
them feathers on a cast iron spit.
me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
a black cross snuck through a hole in the sky.
spent my buttons on a old black mule.
made me a ladder for my own chopper railboat.
leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
leaned it up on a dandelion tree.
them feathers on a cast iron spit.
me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
100% ➙ 66BPM
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I walked 16 trails on my dirty [Cm] old six.
_ _ And a black cross snuck through a hole in the sky.
_ _ [F] So I spent my buttons on a old black mule.
_ _ [Cm] And I made me a ladder for my own chopper railboat.
_ _ [G] And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
[F] Leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
[Cm] And I leaned it up on a dandelion tree.
_ _ _ And I cut them feathers on a cast iron spit.
_ _ And I fell me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
Fell me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
[F] And I bit me a billy from a old finch corn.
_ _ [Cm] And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree.
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree.
And [G] I blew me a hole about the size of a kick [F] drum.
_ And [C] I cut me a switch [Cm] from a long blinds elbow.
_ _ I'm [B] all willy [Cm] in the kindling.
_ I'm all willy in the kindling.
_ I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I slept in a hollow of a concrete bed.
And _ I tore out the buckets from a red carpet.
Tore out the buckets from a red [F] carpet.
And I died on that bed and the hood from it's grip.
_ [Cm] _ You got to meet me by the knuckles of a skinny bone tree.
You got to meet me by the knuckles of a skinny bone tree.
[G] With the strings of a washboard stretched like [F] a clothesline.
_ [Cm] You know I'm bleeding that mule's slug right through the hole. _ _ _
I'm bleeding that [G] mule's scramble right through the hole.
_ _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
_ 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ [Cm] _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ I [Cm] hauled him prison on washboard and dead.
_ _ Then I slapped on the back of my old kick mule.
Slapped that back of my [F] mule.
Bang on a string just to drive him crazy.
_ _ And I swung it loud just to rattle his cage.
Swung it loud just to rattle his [G] cage.
Swung it loud just to rattle his cage.
[F] Swung it loud just to rattle his [C] cage.
_ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] 16 shells from a 30-ounce cell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ And a black cross snuck through a hole in the sky.
_ _ [F] So I spent my buttons on a old black mule.
_ _ [Cm] And I made me a ladder for my own chopper railboat.
_ _ [G] And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
[F] Leaned it up against a dandelion tree.
[Cm] And I leaned it up on a dandelion tree.
_ _ _ And I cut them feathers on a cast iron spit.
_ _ And I fell me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
Fell me a satchel full of old bittcorn.
[F] And I bit me a billy from a old finch corn.
_ _ [Cm] And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree.
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree.
And [G] I blew me a hole about the size of a kick [F] drum.
_ And [C] I cut me a switch [Cm] from a long blinds elbow.
_ _ I'm [B] all willy [Cm] in the kindling.
_ I'm all willy in the kindling.
_ I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I slept in a hollow of a concrete bed.
And _ I tore out the buckets from a red carpet.
Tore out the buckets from a red [F] carpet.
And I died on that bed and the hood from it's grip.
_ [Cm] _ You got to meet me by the knuckles of a skinny bone tree.
You got to meet me by the knuckles of a skinny bone tree.
[G] With the strings of a washboard stretched like [F] a clothesline.
_ [Cm] You know I'm bleeding that mule's slug right through the hole. _ _ _
I'm bleeding that [G] mule's scramble right through the hole.
_ _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
_ 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ [Cm] _ I'm all willy in the kindling.
I cut 16 shells from a 30-ounce cigar.
_ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ I [Cm] hauled him prison on washboard and dead.
_ _ Then I slapped on the back of my old kick mule.
Slapped that back of my [F] mule.
Bang on a string just to drive him crazy.
_ _ And I swung it loud just to rattle his cage.
Swung it loud just to rattle his [G] cage.
Swung it loud just to rattle his cage.
[F] Swung it loud just to rattle his [C] cage.
_ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] 16 shells from a 30-ounce cell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [B] _