Chords for Andy Wilkinson- Angels Can Do No More
Tempo:
69.875 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
We laid young Sammy to his wrist, dug a deep hole and we did our best [Bm] to say the right
things as we knocked [D] the dirt from the shovel.
[A]
So far from God and so [D] near to a life of trouble.
No more than a boy when he died like a man, we stood around his grave with our hats in
our hands, [Bm] leaning first on one foot and [D] then on the other, [A]
wishing we'd have known what
to [D] say to write to his mother.
But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them [A] swore, Sammy done his damnedest, [D]
[A] angels can [D] do no more.
We stared at her boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and cleared his [Bm] throat,
said to the cook, tear a plank off [D] the chuck wagon [A] and bring it here to mark the grave
[D] of our young companion.
So the Wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the
brandon irons [G] glowed, then we burned in the wood, words we should [D] have been saying.
[A] Down [B] on our [A] knees like a [D] bunch of grown men a-praying, but there ain't much to say [Dm] when
a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] [B] Sammy done [A] his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
Now Sammy rode hard and he never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [Bm] range,
chasing them strays down the salt fork of [D] the Red River, [A] angels and cowboys work, [D] it
goes on forever.
As for myself, when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow and or two standing by
[Bm] to pack down the dirt, carry the [D] news to the family, [A] and say over me what we should [D] have
said over Sammy.
But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A]
[B] Sammy [A] done his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[Bm] No, there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, [B] [A] [D] angels can do no more.
[N]
We laid young Sammy to his wrist, dug a deep hole and we did our best [Bm] to say the right
things as we knocked [D] the dirt from the shovel.
[A]
So far from God and so [D] near to a life of trouble.
No more than a boy when he died like a man, we stood around his grave with our hats in
our hands, [Bm] leaning first on one foot and [D] then on the other, [A]
wishing we'd have known what
to [D] say to write to his mother.
But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them [A] swore, Sammy done his damnedest, [D]
[A] angels can [D] do no more.
We stared at her boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and cleared his [Bm] throat,
said to the cook, tear a plank off [D] the chuck wagon [A] and bring it here to mark the grave
[D] of our young companion.
So the Wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the
brandon irons [G] glowed, then we burned in the wood, words we should [D] have been saying.
[A] Down [B] on our [A] knees like a [D] bunch of grown men a-praying, but there ain't much to say [Dm] when
a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] [B] Sammy done [A] his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
Now Sammy rode hard and he never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [Bm] range,
chasing them strays down the salt fork of [D] the Red River, [A] angels and cowboys work, [D] it
goes on forever.
As for myself, when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow and or two standing by
[Bm] to pack down the dirt, carry the [D] news to the family, [A] and say over me what we should [D] have
said over Sammy.
But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A]
[B] Sammy [A] done his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[Bm] No, there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, [B] [A] [D] angels can do no more.
[N]
Key:
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We laid young Sammy to his wrist, dug a deep hole and we did our best [Bm] to say the right
things as we knocked [D] the dirt from the shovel.
_ _ [A]
So far from God and so [D] near to a life of trouble.
_ No more than a boy when he died like a man, we stood around his grave with our hats in
our hands, [Bm] leaning first on one foot and [D] then on the other, _ _ [A]
wishing we'd have known what
to [D] say to write to his mother.
_ But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them [A] swore, Sammy done his damnedest, [D]
[A] angels can [D] do no more.
_ We stared at her boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and cleared his [Bm] throat,
said to the cook, tear a plank off [D] the chuck wagon _ [A] and bring it here to mark the grave
[D] of our young companion.
_ So the Wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the
brandon irons [G] glowed, then we burned in the wood, words we should [D] have been saying.
_ [A] Down [B] on our [A] knees like a [D] bunch of grown men a-praying, _ but there ain't much to say [Dm] when
a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] [B] Sammy done [A] his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
_ Now Sammy rode hard and he never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [Bm] range,
chasing them strays down the salt fork of [D] the Red River, _ _ _ [A] angels and cowboys work, [D] it
goes on forever.
_ As for myself, when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow and or two standing by
[Bm] to pack down the dirt, carry the [D] news to the family, _ [A] and say over me what we should [D] have
said over Sammy.
_ But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A]
[B] Sammy [A] done his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more. _
[Bm] No, there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [D] angels can do no more.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
We laid young Sammy to his wrist, dug a deep hole and we did our best [Bm] to say the right
things as we knocked [D] the dirt from the shovel.
_ _ [A]
So far from God and so [D] near to a life of trouble.
_ No more than a boy when he died like a man, we stood around his grave with our hats in
our hands, [Bm] leaning first on one foot and [D] then on the other, _ _ [A]
wishing we'd have known what
to [D] say to write to his mother.
_ But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them [A] swore, Sammy done his damnedest, [D]
[A] angels can [D] do no more.
_ We stared at her boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and cleared his [Bm] throat,
said to the cook, tear a plank off [D] the chuck wagon _ [A] and bring it here to mark the grave
[D] of our young companion.
_ So the Wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the
brandon irons [G] glowed, then we burned in the wood, words we should [D] have been saying.
_ [A] Down [B] on our [A] knees like a [D] bunch of grown men a-praying, _ but there ain't much to say [Dm] when
a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] [B] Sammy done [A] his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more.
_ Now Sammy rode hard and he never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [Bm] range,
chasing them strays down the salt fork of [D] the Red River, _ _ _ [A] angels and cowboys work, [D] it
goes on forever.
_ As for myself, when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow and or two standing by
[Bm] to pack down the dirt, carry the [D] news to the family, _ [A] and say over me what we should [D] have
said over Sammy.
_ But there ain't much to say when a man dies [A] young, before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A]
[B] Sammy [A] done his damnedest, [D] [A] angels can do [D] no more. _
[Bm] No, there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies [A] young, before he can [D] do what he should have done.
[Bm] Leastways the [D] cowboys and no them swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [D] angels can do no more.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _