Chords for Baccy Song
Tempo:
162.8 bpm
Chords used:
Em
D
Bm
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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We travel a lot and we make a lot of friends.
And recently we had an old friend who died at 97.
His name was Uncle Low Simmons.
Here's a song, a tribute to Uncle Low, called the Backey Song.
[A] [D]
[Em]
[E] [Em]
A few years ago when the times were rough,
[D] Worked like the devil and you had to be tough.
[Em] Worked in the garden and you worked in the [Bm] woods,
And you worked on the [Em] windy waves.
Poor Sam Dover worked for two long [D] years,
Chopping down logs, he was [Bm] strong as a bear.
[Em] When he got his money and he paid his [Bm] bill,
Fourteen [Em] cents in the whole set.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[Bm] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay.
[D]
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face,
[D] Chuckle in his eye and his heart started to [Em] race.
Mustered up his courage and he stoked up his pipe,
[E] Told him just [Em] where to stick it, said,
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
[D]
[Em]
[Bm]
[Em] There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen [D] kids,
Only John and Harry they were born in the [E] bed.
All of the others got dropped on the way,
[Bm] From the kitchen out [Em] to the clothesline.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn [Em] blue.
Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
[D] [Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[Em] So don't you try to tell me you got hard, hard [D] times,
Dollar ain't a dollar [Bm] and a dime ain't a [E] dime.
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten [D] pounds,
And you're eating five [E] meals a day, said,
[Em] Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn blue.
[E] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[G] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay.
[D] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[D] [Em]
[E] [Em]
[Bb]
[Ab]
[N]
And recently we had an old friend who died at 97.
His name was Uncle Low Simmons.
Here's a song, a tribute to Uncle Low, called the Backey Song.
[A] [D]
[Em]
[E] [Em]
A few years ago when the times were rough,
[D] Worked like the devil and you had to be tough.
[Em] Worked in the garden and you worked in the [Bm] woods,
And you worked on the [Em] windy waves.
Poor Sam Dover worked for two long [D] years,
Chopping down logs, he was [Bm] strong as a bear.
[Em] When he got his money and he paid his [Bm] bill,
Fourteen [Em] cents in the whole set.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[Bm] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay.
[D]
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face,
[D] Chuckle in his eye and his heart started to [Em] race.
Mustered up his courage and he stoked up his pipe,
[E] Told him just [Em] where to stick it, said,
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
[D]
[Em]
[Bm]
[Em] There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen [D] kids,
Only John and Harry they were born in the [E] bed.
All of the others got dropped on the way,
[Bm] From the kitchen out [Em] to the clothesline.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn [Em] blue.
Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
[D] [Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[Em] So don't you try to tell me you got hard, hard [D] times,
Dollar ain't a dollar [Bm] and a dime ain't a [E] dime.
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten [D] pounds,
And you're eating five [E] meals a day, said,
[Em] Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn blue.
[E] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[G] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay.
[D] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[D] [Em]
[E] [Em]
[Bb]
[Ab]
[N]
Key:
Em
D
Bm
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A
Em
D
Bm
We travel a lot and we make a lot of friends.
And _ _ recently we had an old friend who died at 97.
His name was Uncle Low Simmons.
_ _ _ Here's a song, a tribute to Uncle Low, called the Backey Song. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
A few years ago when the times were rough,
[D] Worked like the devil and you had to be tough.
[Em] Worked in the garden and you worked in the [Bm] woods,
And you worked on the [Em] windy waves.
Poor Sam Dover worked for two long [D] years,
Chopping down logs, he was [Bm] strong as a bear.
[Em] When he got his money and he paid his [Bm] bill,
Fourteen [Em] cents in the whole set.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[Bm] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face,
[D] Chuckle in his eye and his heart started to [Em] race.
Mustered up his courage and he stoked up his pipe,
[E] Told him just [Em] where to stick it, said,
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen [D] kids,
Only John and Harry they were born in the [E] bed.
All of the others got dropped on the way,
[Bm] From the kitchen out [Em] to the _ clothesline.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn [Em] blue.
Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ So don't you try to tell me you got hard, hard [D] times,
Dollar ain't a dollar [Bm] and a dime ain't a [E] dime.
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten [D] pounds,
And you're eating five [E] meals a day, said,
[Em] Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn blue.
[E] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[G] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And _ _ recently we had an old friend who died at 97.
His name was Uncle Low Simmons.
_ _ _ Here's a song, a tribute to Uncle Low, called the Backey Song. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
A few years ago when the times were rough,
[D] Worked like the devil and you had to be tough.
[Em] Worked in the garden and you worked in the [Bm] woods,
And you worked on the [Em] windy waves.
Poor Sam Dover worked for two long [D] years,
Chopping down logs, he was [Bm] strong as a bear.
[Em] When he got his money and he paid his [Bm] bill,
Fourteen [Em] cents in the whole set.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[Bm] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face,
[D] Chuckle in his eye and his heart started to [Em] race.
Mustered up his courage and he stoked up his pipe,
[E] Told him just [Em] where to stick it, said,
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers [Bm] turn blue.
[Em] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen [D] kids,
Only John and Harry they were born in the [E] bed.
All of the others got dropped on the way,
[Bm] From the kitchen out [Em] to the _ clothesline.
Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn [Em] blue.
Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
But it's hellish when you got no pay.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ So don't you try to tell me you got hard, hard [D] times,
Dollar ain't a dollar [Bm] and a dime ain't a [E] dime.
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten [D] pounds,
And you're eating five [E] meals a day, said,
[Em] Don't mind the messes with the hole in his [D] shoes,
Don't mind the coal when your fingers turn blue.
[E] Don't mind the pantry when the snark and the grub,
[G] But it's hellish when you got [Em] no pay. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _