Andy Griffith (A Face In the Crowd 1957) - Free Man In The Morning Chords

A fella you never heard of, name of Rhodes.
Hey, what's your first name?
Jack or Mac, what's the difference?
Calls himself Lonesome Rhodes.
_ _ Lonesome? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey!
_ _ _ _ _ Hey!
Hey, now, don't be rushing me.
Cut that thing off a minute. _
Give me a chance to lubricate my Adam's apple. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Ah! _ _
_ Like a little snake medicine to put you in the mood. _
Ain't mama a beauty?
Oh, a guitar beats a woman every time.
_ You know, I never have seen a woman I could trust
like this old guitar.
_ Love my mama guitar.
_ _ She's always there waiting for me to pick her up and hold her.
Never asks me for money or goes cheating around
when I ain't looking.
And if she gets a little sour, why, I just
give her a little twist like so, and we're
right back in tune together.
Hey, Lonesome, sing Rye Whiskey.
_ Lonesome.
Hallelujah on the bum.
Oh, she can see that plain enough.
_ _ [C#] _ You know, ma'am, whenever a bunch of fellas like us,
_ outcasts, hobos, nobodies, gentlemen loafers,
one-time or all-time losers, call us what you want to,
whenever we get together, we tell our funny stories,
me and Beanie and the rest of these hand-to-mouth tumbleweed
boys like you see in here.
[A] _ _ If whiskey don't get us, then women must.
[F] And it looks _ [F#m] like I'm never going to cease [D] my want.
[E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] Deep down, when we get ready to tuck our heads under our wings
and go to sleep, we ain't kidding ourselves.
_ We're so low down lonely, the fella we couldn't
stand the sight of this morning.
Tonight, when the guards get ready to douse the lights
and plunge us into darkness, _ why, that same fella
seems like our nearest, dearest [C#] buddy.
_ 10,000 miles away from home, _ _ and I don't [G#m] even know my. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] I ain't crying.
_ [N] No, I ain't crying, because I'm going
to be a free man in the morning.
_ You hear that, fellas?
A free man.
The sheriff's going to open up his cage,
and I'm going to be as free as a bird in the morning. _
Hey, maybe I can try putting a couple of rhymes together.
I'll sing something dependable like Home on the Range.
I ain't going to sing no Home on the Range.
No, sir, not if it means I rot in here another month.
I'm going to sing what I'm going to be,
a free man in the morning.
_ [C#] _ _ Oh, good night, moon.
_ Moon, you just fade, fade, fade, fade away.
_ _ _ Oh, good [F#] night, moon.
_ Moon, you just [C#] fade away.
_ _ _ _ [G#] _
And hurry up, Mr.
[C#] Sun.
Bring [C]
on a [C#] new day.
[G#] _ _ _ Oh, bring on the sheriff with _ his great big old key. _ _
Yeah, [F#] _ bring on old Big Jeff, the sheriff of Pinkett, Arkansas,
with his great big [C#] old fat key. _ _
_ _ [G#] To open up this nasty, filthy jailhouse
and make a [D#m] free man of me.
How about [G] that, Louie?
Haven't you got any objection to being a free man in the morning?
No, sir, I ain't.
_ Going to be [C#] a free man in the morning. _
Free man in the morning.
[F#] _ Free man in the morning [G#] on the reason.
[C#] All right, I'm ready as I'll ever be.
Thank you, Lonesome Roads.
That was just fine.
You mean tell me you had that thing going all the time?
I'm a [E] sneaky type.
_ _ Well, stop him and shoot