Mountain Rain Chords by Archie Fisher
Tempo:
79.2 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
F#m
G#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[F#m] We came down [A] from the mountains [E] in the rain And [A] her [G#m] buckskins dried on [A] the warm and [E] the
windy plain When [B] the horses [A] tired we walked them up [E] the
rise With her hat [F#m] brimmed with spoon [A] down the wall
across [G#m] the rise [F#m] [E] And [A] the [C#m] dusty [F#m] town [A] lay before us in the [E] setting
sun Turned a bloody [G#m] red [A] on the barrels of my [B] scattergun
And your [A] Henry rifle [B] hung [A] behind your [E] saddle bow
And my [C#m] hands were [F#m] sweating, [A] but in my blood [G#m] ran cold
[B]
[E] [A] And we [C#m] circled [F#m] round, [A] put our backs to the [E] sunset rays
[A] And we [G#m] moved through town [A] in the shadows in the [G#m] alleyways
[E] [B] And we [A] hitched our horses round behind the [E] grocery store
Then you hit [C#m] the [F#m] street [A] and recovered from the [G#m] grocery door
[F#m] And the cards were drawn [A] in the barroom [E] poker game
But the [G#] playing [G#m] stopped [A] when they heard you call the [B] dealer's name
And your [A] shadow falls like a carpet to the [E] barroom door
And it [F#m] crossed my mind [A] that I'd never killed a [G#m] man before
[F#m] [E] [A] And the figure of [F#m] brain [A] in the doorway [E] made the call
And your [A] rifle [G#m] flamed [A] and he crumpled up [E] against the wall
[C#] [B] And you took it [A] slow as you backed off down [E] the street
And I saw [C#m] you [F#m] throw [A] a dollar at the dead [G#m] man's feet
[F#m] [E]
[A] And we [F#m] rode out [A] for the mountains and [E] the plains
[A] Not a word [G#] was [G#m] spoke [A] till we tasted the [B] mountain rain
And a [A] man lay dead in the town we'd [E] left behind
And my [C#m] pappy [F#m] said, [A] son I know you're not the [B] killing kind
But there [Am] comes a time [A] when a thing just must [E] be done
[A] It's a [G#] dying [G#m] crime [A] when a gambler slays [B] my eldest son
And then an [A] iron boy in the mountain [E] grave is laid
And his [C#m] tears ran [F#m] down [A] and they mingled with the [G#m] mountain rain
[B] [E] [F#m] [A] [G#m] [F#m] [E]
[G#]
[F#m] We came down [A] from the mountains [E] in the rain And [A] her [G#m] buckskins dried on [A] the warm and [E] the
windy plain When [B] the horses [A] tired we walked them up [E] the
rise With her hat [F#m] brimmed with spoon [A] down the wall
across [G#m] the rise [F#m] [E] And [A] the [C#m] dusty [F#m] town [A] lay before us in the [E] setting
sun Turned a bloody [G#m] red [A] on the barrels of my [B] scattergun
And your [A] Henry rifle [B] hung [A] behind your [E] saddle bow
And my [C#m] hands were [F#m] sweating, [A] but in my blood [G#m] ran cold
[B]
[E] [A] And we [C#m] circled [F#m] round, [A] put our backs to the [E] sunset rays
[A] And we [G#m] moved through town [A] in the shadows in the [G#m] alleyways
[E] [B] And we [A] hitched our horses round behind the [E] grocery store
Then you hit [C#m] the [F#m] street [A] and recovered from the [G#m] grocery door
[F#m] And the cards were drawn [A] in the barroom [E] poker game
But the [G#] playing [G#m] stopped [A] when they heard you call the [B] dealer's name
And your [A] shadow falls like a carpet to the [E] barroom door
And it [F#m] crossed my mind [A] that I'd never killed a [G#m] man before
[F#m] [E] [A] And the figure of [F#m] brain [A] in the doorway [E] made the call
And your [A] rifle [G#m] flamed [A] and he crumpled up [E] against the wall
[C#] [B] And you took it [A] slow as you backed off down [E] the street
And I saw [C#m] you [F#m] throw [A] a dollar at the dead [G#m] man's feet
[F#m] [E]
[A] And we [F#m] rode out [A] for the mountains and [E] the plains
[A] Not a word [G#] was [G#m] spoke [A] till we tasted the [B] mountain rain
And a [A] man lay dead in the town we'd [E] left behind
And my [C#m] pappy [F#m] said, [A] son I know you're not the [B] killing kind
But there [Am] comes a time [A] when a thing just must [E] be done
[A] It's a [G#] dying [G#m] crime [A] when a gambler slays [B] my eldest son
And then an [A] iron boy in the mountain [E] grave is laid
And his [C#m] tears ran [F#m] down [A] and they mingled with the [G#m] mountain rain
[B] [E] [F#m] [A] [G#m] [F#m] [E]
[G#]
Key:
A
E
F#m
G#m
B
A
E
F#m
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ We came down [A] from the mountains [E] in the rain And [A] her [G#m] buckskins dried on [A] the warm and [E] the
windy plain When [B] the horses [A] tired we walked them up [E] the
rise With her hat [F#m] brimmed with spoon [A] down the wall
across [G#m] the rise [F#m] [E] And _ _ [A] the [C#m] dusty [F#m] town [A] lay before us in the [E] setting
sun Turned a bloody [G#m] red [A] on the barrels of my [B] scattergun
_ And your [A] Henry rifle [B] hung [A] behind your [E] saddle bow
And my [C#m] hands were [F#m] sweating, [A] but in my blood [G#m] ran cold
[B] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] And we [C#m] circled [F#m] round, [A] put our backs to the [E] sunset rays
[A] And we [G#m] moved through town [A] in the shadows in the [G#m] alleyways
[E] _ [B] And we [A] hitched our horses round behind the [E] grocery store
Then you hit [C#m] the [F#m] street [A] and recovered from the [G#m] grocery door
[F#m] And the cards were drawn [A] in the barroom [E] poker game
But the [G#] playing [G#m] stopped [A] when they heard you call the [B] dealer's name
And your [A] shadow falls like a carpet to the [E] barroom door
And it [F#m] crossed my mind [A] that I'd never killed a [G#m] man before
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] And the figure of [F#m] brain [A] in the doorway [E] made the call
And your [A] rifle [G#m] flamed [A] and he crumpled up [E] against the wall
[C#] [B] And you took it [A] slow as you backed off down [E] the street
And I saw [C#m] you [F#m] throw [A] a dollar at the dead [G#m] man's feet
[F#m] _ [E] _
_ _ [A] And we [F#m] rode out [A] for the mountains and [E] the plains
[A] Not a word [G#] was [G#m] spoke [A] till we tasted the [B] mountain rain
And a [A] man lay dead in the town we'd [E] left behind
And my [C#m] pappy [F#m] said, [A] son I know you're not the [B] killing kind
But there [Am] comes a time [A] when a thing just must [E] be done
[A] It's a [G#] dying [G#m] crime [A] when a gambler slays [B] my eldest son
And then an [A] iron boy in the mountain [E] grave is laid
And his [C#m] tears ran [F#m] down [A] and they mingled with the [G#m] mountain rain
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ We came down [A] from the mountains [E] in the rain And [A] her [G#m] buckskins dried on [A] the warm and [E] the
windy plain When [B] the horses [A] tired we walked them up [E] the
rise With her hat [F#m] brimmed with spoon [A] down the wall
across [G#m] the rise [F#m] [E] And _ _ [A] the [C#m] dusty [F#m] town [A] lay before us in the [E] setting
sun Turned a bloody [G#m] red [A] on the barrels of my [B] scattergun
_ And your [A] Henry rifle [B] hung [A] behind your [E] saddle bow
And my [C#m] hands were [F#m] sweating, [A] but in my blood [G#m] ran cold
[B] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] And we [C#m] circled [F#m] round, [A] put our backs to the [E] sunset rays
[A] And we [G#m] moved through town [A] in the shadows in the [G#m] alleyways
[E] _ [B] And we [A] hitched our horses round behind the [E] grocery store
Then you hit [C#m] the [F#m] street [A] and recovered from the [G#m] grocery door
[F#m] And the cards were drawn [A] in the barroom [E] poker game
But the [G#] playing [G#m] stopped [A] when they heard you call the [B] dealer's name
And your [A] shadow falls like a carpet to the [E] barroom door
And it [F#m] crossed my mind [A] that I'd never killed a [G#m] man before
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] And the figure of [F#m] brain [A] in the doorway [E] made the call
And your [A] rifle [G#m] flamed [A] and he crumpled up [E] against the wall
[C#] [B] And you took it [A] slow as you backed off down [E] the street
And I saw [C#m] you [F#m] throw [A] a dollar at the dead [G#m] man's feet
[F#m] _ [E] _
_ _ [A] And we [F#m] rode out [A] for the mountains and [E] the plains
[A] Not a word [G#] was [G#m] spoke [A] till we tasted the [B] mountain rain
And a [A] man lay dead in the town we'd [E] left behind
And my [C#m] pappy [F#m] said, [A] son I know you're not the [B] killing kind
But there [Am] comes a time [A] when a thing just must [E] be done
[A] It's a [G#] dying [G#m] crime [A] when a gambler slays [B] my eldest son
And then an [A] iron boy in the mountain [E] grave is laid
And his [C#m] tears ran [F#m] down [A] and they mingled with the [G#m] mountain rain
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
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