Chords for BALLAD OF ST. ANNE'S REEL - DAVID MALLET - PERFORMED BY RICK WATSON
Tempo:
123.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] He was stranded in a tiny [G] town on Fair [D] Prince Edward Isle, waiting on a ship [A] to come and find him.
[G] A one-horse [A] place, a friendly face, [D] some coffee [G] and a tiny [D] trace of feeling in [A] the distance
far behind him.
Dime across the counter there, [G] a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, and a walk along the street
in the [A] wintry weather.
[G] A yellow [A] light, an open [D] door, and a welcome friend.
[G] There's room for more, and they're [A] standing there [D] inside together.
He said, [A] I've heard that tune somewhere before, but [G] I don't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly [G] shore?
Did I hear it [Bm] on the wind?
[D] Was it written on [A] the sky above?
I [G] think I heard it from [D] someone I [G] love, but I never [A] heard it sound so sweet [D] since then.
And I was feeling the [G] tap, a little [D] voice says, I'll take your dad.
He's caught up in the magic [A] of her smile.
[G] A leap of [A] heart inside him [D] went and off across [G] the floor.
He sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful as [D] a child.
He [A] said, there's magic in the fiddler's arm, and [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] Magic in the dancers' feet [G] and the way they [Bm] put them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, locks of hair,
[G] laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gown.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
Sailor's gone, the room is [G] bare, the old piano [D] sitting there,
someone's hat left hanging [A] on the rack.
[G] The empty [A] chairs and the wooden floor that [D] feels a touch [G] of shoes no [D] more,
waiting [A] on the dancers to [D] come back.
[A] And the fiddles in the closet of [G] some daughter [D] of the town,
[A] the strings are broke, the bow is [G] gone, and the cover is [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] Sometimes on [A] December [G] nights when the air is cold and [D] the wind is right,
[G] there's a melody [A] that passes [D] through this town.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
[Em] [A] [D]
[Em] [A] [D]
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] He was stranded in a tiny [G] town on Fair [D] Prince Edward Isle, waiting on a ship [A] to come and find him.
[G] A one-horse [A] place, a friendly face, [D] some coffee [G] and a tiny [D] trace of feeling in [A] the distance
far behind him.
Dime across the counter there, [G] a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, and a walk along the street
in the [A] wintry weather.
[G] A yellow [A] light, an open [D] door, and a welcome friend.
[G] There's room for more, and they're [A] standing there [D] inside together.
He said, [A] I've heard that tune somewhere before, but [G] I don't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly [G] shore?
Did I hear it [Bm] on the wind?
[D] Was it written on [A] the sky above?
I [G] think I heard it from [D] someone I [G] love, but I never [A] heard it sound so sweet [D] since then.
And I was feeling the [G] tap, a little [D] voice says, I'll take your dad.
He's caught up in the magic [A] of her smile.
[G] A leap of [A] heart inside him [D] went and off across [G] the floor.
He sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful as [D] a child.
He [A] said, there's magic in the fiddler's arm, and [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] Magic in the dancers' feet [G] and the way they [Bm] put them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, locks of hair,
[G] laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gown.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
Sailor's gone, the room is [G] bare, the old piano [D] sitting there,
someone's hat left hanging [A] on the rack.
[G] The empty [A] chairs and the wooden floor that [D] feels a touch [G] of shoes no [D] more,
waiting [A] on the dancers to [D] come back.
[A] And the fiddles in the closet of [G] some daughter [D] of the town,
[A] the strings are broke, the bow is [G] gone, and the cover is [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] Sometimes on [A] December [G] nights when the air is cold and [D] the wind is right,
[G] there's a melody [A] that passes [D] through this town.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
[Em] [A] [D]
[Em] [A] [D]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ He was stranded in a tiny [G] town on Fair [D] Prince Edward Isle, waiting on a ship [A] to come and find him.
[G] A one-horse [A] place, a friendly face, [D] some coffee [G] and a tiny [D] trace of feeling in [A] the distance
far behind him.
_ _ Dime across the counter there, [G] a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, and a walk along the street
in the [A] wintry weather.
_ [G] A yellow [A] light, an open [D] door, and a welcome friend.
[G] There's room for more, and they're [A] standing there [D] inside together. _
He said, [A] I've heard that tune somewhere before, but [G] I don't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly [G] shore?
Did I hear it [Bm] on the wind?
[D] Was it written on [A] the sky above?
I [G] think I heard it from [D] someone I [G] love, but I never [A] heard it sound so sweet [D] since then.
_ And I was feeling the [G] tap, a little [D] voice says, I'll take your dad.
He's caught up in the magic [A] of her smile. _ _
[G] A leap of [A] heart inside him [D] went and off across [G] the floor.
He sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful as [D] a child.
He [A] said, there's magic in the fiddler's arm, and [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] Magic in the dancers' feet [G] and the way they [Bm] put them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, locks of hair,
[G] laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gown. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Sailor's gone, the room is [G] bare, the old piano [D] sitting there,
someone's hat left hanging [A] on the rack. _ _
[G] The empty [A] chairs and the wooden floor that [D] feels a touch [G] of shoes no [D] more,
waiting [A] on the dancers to [D] come back.
_ [A] And the fiddles in the closet of [G] some daughter [D] of the town,
[A] the strings are broke, the bow is [G] gone, and the cover is [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] Sometimes on [A] December [G] nights when the air is cold and [D] the wind is right,
[G] there's a melody [A] that passes [D] through this town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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[Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ He was stranded in a tiny [G] town on Fair [D] Prince Edward Isle, waiting on a ship [A] to come and find him.
[G] A one-horse [A] place, a friendly face, [D] some coffee [G] and a tiny [D] trace of feeling in [A] the distance
far behind him.
_ _ Dime across the counter there, [G] a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, and a walk along the street
in the [A] wintry weather.
_ [G] A yellow [A] light, an open [D] door, and a welcome friend.
[G] There's room for more, and they're [A] standing there [D] inside together. _
He said, [A] I've heard that tune somewhere before, but [G] I don't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly [G] shore?
Did I hear it [Bm] on the wind?
[D] Was it written on [A] the sky above?
I [G] think I heard it from [D] someone I [G] love, but I never [A] heard it sound so sweet [D] since then.
_ And I was feeling the [G] tap, a little [D] voice says, I'll take your dad.
He's caught up in the magic [A] of her smile. _ _
[G] A leap of [A] heart inside him [D] went and off across [G] the floor.
He sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful as [D] a child.
He [A] said, there's magic in the fiddler's arm, and [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] Magic in the dancers' feet [G] and the way they [Bm] put them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, locks of hair,
[G] laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gown. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Sailor's gone, the room is [G] bare, the old piano [D] sitting there,
someone's hat left hanging [A] on the rack. _ _
[G] The empty [A] chairs and the wooden floor that [D] feels a touch [G] of shoes no [D] more,
waiting [A] on the dancers to [D] come back.
_ [A] And the fiddles in the closet of [G] some daughter [D] of the town,
[A] the strings are broke, the bow is [G] gone, and the cover is [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] Sometimes on [A] December [G] nights when the air is cold and [D] the wind is right,
[G] there's a melody [A] that passes [D] through this town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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[Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
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