Chords for 1980 - Charlie Daniels e Levon Helm - The old clay county
Tempo:
76.25 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Hi, my name's Coleman Younger, [D] and this is [A] the story of how the terrible James Younger gang got started.
You know when Jesse told Frank and me that we ought to go rob a bank, we said,
Jesse, ain't nobody ever robbed [D] no bank.
at me and said, well, hell, Cole,
[A] thought of it.
lost the war a year ago, [D] and the time's been [A] mighty bad.
and the stocks are low, [E] and the people are downright sad.
The young men's hopes are dashed to [D] hell, and it's hard to [A] earn a dime.
You know when Jesse told Frank and me that we ought to go rob a bank, we said,
Jesse, ain't nobody ever robbed [D] no bank.
at me and said, well, hell, Cole,
[A] thought of it.
lost the war a year ago, [D] and the time's been [A] mighty bad.
and the stocks are low, [E] and the people are downright sad.
The young men's hopes are dashed to [D] hell, and it's hard to [A] earn a dime.
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_ Hi, my name's Coleman Younger, [D] and this is [A] the story of how the terrible James Younger gang got started.
You know when Jesse told Frank and me that we ought to go rob a bank, we said,
Jesse, ain't nobody ever robbed [D] no bank.
[A] Jesse looked at me and said, well, hell, Cole,
carts didn't even have [E] wheels until somebody [A] thought of it.
I said, yeah, you're right.
We _ _ lost the war a year ago, [D] and the time's been [A] mighty bad.
The food is short and the stocks are low, [E] and the people are downright sad.
[A]
The young men's hopes are dashed to [D] hell, and it's hard to [A] earn a dime.
Between kicking your heels and plowing your fields, [E] and praying [A] for a better time. _ _ _ _
_ Well, Jesse said in his quiet [D] way, boys, I got [A] us a plan.
I've been thinking it out for many a day, [E] I'll explain the best I can.
[A]
How'd y'all like to rob a [D] bank that's full of [A] northern gold?
We could make a hit and live a little bit [E] instead of [A] just growing old. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Well, it's down in old Clay County [A] in a town called Everdeen.
[D] Place nine men on the outside, and all getting old is just greed.
Cole, you take the teller, [A] Frankie, till the wheat's sown.
They'll open that vault when they see my coat.
We'll [E] take the bonds and [A] the sweet green bags. _ _ _ _
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_ The frost lay heavy on the ground, [D] and the people bid us [A] good day.
No sooner were we in that town, we [E] were done and rode away.
[A]
All went well except one thing, [D] and it drove me and [A] Frank just mad.
Clem shot a man that got too close, but [E] old Clem is [A] just plain bad. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Cause see, it was all real easy, [A] cause we got the will to wear.
[D] We all got them good palazzo, [A] cause we all got a loyal gear.
[D]
Seventy-five thousand dollars, [A] well, hell, let's go get us some more.
Cause robbing these banks beats fighting these gangs [E] and [A] evens of the stores. _ _ _ _
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_ Hi, my name's Coleman Younger, [D] and this is [A] the story of how the terrible James Younger gang got started.
You know when Jesse told Frank and me that we ought to go rob a bank, we said,
Jesse, ain't nobody ever robbed [D] no bank.
[A] Jesse looked at me and said, well, hell, Cole,
carts didn't even have [E] wheels until somebody [A] thought of it.
I said, yeah, you're right.
We _ _ lost the war a year ago, [D] and the time's been [A] mighty bad.
The food is short and the stocks are low, [E] and the people are downright sad.
[A]
The young men's hopes are dashed to [D] hell, and it's hard to [A] earn a dime.
Between kicking your heels and plowing your fields, [E] and praying [A] for a better time. _ _ _ _
_ Well, Jesse said in his quiet [D] way, boys, I got [A] us a plan.
I've been thinking it out for many a day, [E] I'll explain the best I can.
[A]
How'd y'all like to rob a [D] bank that's full of [A] northern gold?
We could make a hit and live a little bit [E] instead of [A] just growing old. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Well, it's down in old Clay County [A] in a town called Everdeen.
[D] Place nine men on the outside, and all getting old is just greed.
Cole, you take the teller, [A] Frankie, till the wheat's sown.
They'll open that vault when they see my coat.
We'll [E] take the bonds and [A] the sweet green bags. _ _ _ _
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_ The frost lay heavy on the ground, [D] and the people bid us [A] good day.
No sooner were we in that town, we [E] were done and rode away.
[A]
All went well except one thing, [D] and it drove me and [A] Frank just mad.
Clem shot a man that got too close, but [E] old Clem is [A] just plain bad. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Cause see, it was all real easy, [A] cause we got the will to wear.
[D] We all got them good palazzo, [A] cause we all got a loyal gear.
[D]
Seventy-five thousand dollars, [A] well, hell, let's go get us some more.
Cause robbing these banks beats fighting these gangs [E] and [A] evens of the stores. _ _ _ _
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