Chords for Black Bear Road
Tempo:
84.825 bpm
Chords used:
F
Fm
C
Eb
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm] [Am] [F]
Me and RJ and the kids was on a camp out in the mountains and we had us one of them U-Drive
Marmy Jeep cars, which we'd rented from a fella by the name of Q Bossky for 30 bucks
a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot, and leave a pint [Eb] of blood for a deposit.
[F] Man, he explained it all to us, how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which was 50
miles away by way of the regular highway.
However, there was a shortcut, but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd
better be off to stay in [Eb] bed and sleep late.
Pay no attention to the guitar there.
[Fm] Well, we took off on the highway and we come upon a sign [C] that says, Black Bear Road, you
don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but [Fm] it helps.
I says, RJ, this must be the shortcut road Q [C] Bossky's talking about.
She didn't pay no mind, because she was making [F] peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the
backseat, throwing rocks and drinking Kool-Aid and playing count the license plate.
But they wasn't having too much fun counting the license plate or cars, because there weren't
no other [C] cars.
[F] We went about a mile and a half, about four hours, busted off the right front fender,
tore a hole in the oil pan on the rocks big as a hall closet, went over a bump, spilled
the Kool-Aid, and Roy G.
stuck his polo knife right through the convertible top, and the
dog [Eb] threw up.
All the backseat peanut butter don't agree with me.
[F] So we had to stop, take off the top, and air everything out and clean it up.
The dog ran off, and RJ says, you felt her asthma coming on.
I'm sitting there wondering what to do when the entire scenic San Juan U-Drive Marmy Jeep
car sank in the mud [Eb] at 13,000 feet above sea level.
[Fm] Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch.
The dog made a yellow [C] hole in the snow, and Roy G.
got out his Instamatic and took a snapshot [Fm] of it.
Mary Elizabeth, throw a picture of the road.
It looked like a whole bunch [C] of Zs and Ws all strung together.
[F] And RJ took one look at it and said, the only way that Jeep [C] car is going down that road
is over her dead [Fm] body.
And a rock slipped out from [F] under the wheel, and the U-Drive Marmy Jeep car went right
over the edge of a cliff.
Doggone it, Roy G.
How many times do I have to [Eb] explain it to you?
When I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean [F] rock.
Now look at that, what you done there.
Don't make it a grapefruit.
Me and RJ and the kids was on a camp out in the mountains and we had us one of them U-Drive
Marmy Jeep cars, which we'd rented from a fella by the name of Q Bossky for 30 bucks
a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot, and leave a pint [Eb] of blood for a deposit.
[F] Man, he explained it all to us, how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which was 50
miles away by way of the regular highway.
However, there was a shortcut, but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd
better be off to stay in [Eb] bed and sleep late.
Pay no attention to the guitar there.
[Fm] Well, we took off on the highway and we come upon a sign [C] that says, Black Bear Road, you
don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but [Fm] it helps.
I says, RJ, this must be the shortcut road Q [C] Bossky's talking about.
She didn't pay no mind, because she was making [F] peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the
backseat, throwing rocks and drinking Kool-Aid and playing count the license plate.
But they wasn't having too much fun counting the license plate or cars, because there weren't
no other [C] cars.
[F] We went about a mile and a half, about four hours, busted off the right front fender,
tore a hole in the oil pan on the rocks big as a hall closet, went over a bump, spilled
the Kool-Aid, and Roy G.
stuck his polo knife right through the convertible top, and the
dog [Eb] threw up.
All the backseat peanut butter don't agree with me.
[F] So we had to stop, take off the top, and air everything out and clean it up.
The dog ran off, and RJ says, you felt her asthma coming on.
I'm sitting there wondering what to do when the entire scenic San Juan U-Drive Marmy Jeep
car sank in the mud [Eb] at 13,000 feet above sea level.
[Fm] Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch.
The dog made a yellow [C] hole in the snow, and Roy G.
got out his Instamatic and took a snapshot [Fm] of it.
Mary Elizabeth, throw a picture of the road.
It looked like a whole bunch [C] of Zs and Ws all strung together.
[F] And RJ took one look at it and said, the only way that Jeep [C] car is going down that road
is over her dead [Fm] body.
And a rock slipped out from [F] under the wheel, and the U-Drive Marmy Jeep car went right
over the edge of a cliff.
Doggone it, Roy G.
How many times do I have to [Eb] explain it to you?
When I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean [F] rock.
Now look at that, what you done there.
Don't make it a grapefruit.
Key:
F
Fm
C
Eb
Am
F
Fm
C
_ [Fm] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ Me and RJ and the kids was on a camp out in the mountains and we had us one of them U-Drive
Marmy Jeep cars, which we'd rented from a fella by the name of Q Bossky for 30 bucks
a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot, and leave a pint [Eb] of blood for a deposit.
_ [F] Man, he explained it all to us, how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which was 50
miles away by way of the regular highway.
However, there was a shortcut, but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd
better be off to stay in [Eb] bed and sleep late.
Pay no attention to the guitar there.
[Fm] Well, we took off on the highway and we come upon a sign [C] that says, Black Bear Road, you
don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but [Fm] it helps.
I says, RJ, this must be the shortcut road Q [C] Bossky's talking about.
She didn't pay no mind, because she was making [F] peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the
backseat, throwing rocks and drinking Kool-Aid and playing count the license plate.
But they wasn't having too much fun counting the license plate or cars, because there weren't
no other [C] cars.
[F] We went about a mile and a half, about four hours, busted off the right front fender,
tore a hole in the oil pan on the rocks big as a hall closet, went over a bump, spilled
the Kool-Aid, and Roy G.
stuck his polo knife right through the convertible top, and the
dog [Eb] threw up.
All the backseat peanut butter don't agree with me.
[F] So we had to stop, take off the top, and air everything out and clean it up.
The dog ran off, and RJ says, you felt her asthma coming on.
I'm sitting there wondering what to do when the entire scenic San Juan U-Drive Marmy Jeep
car sank in the mud [Eb] at 13,000 feet above sea level.
[Fm] Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch.
The dog made a yellow [C] hole in the snow, and Roy G.
got out his Instamatic and took a snapshot [Fm] of it.
Mary Elizabeth, throw a picture of the road.
It looked like a whole bunch [C] of Zs and Ws all strung together.
[F] And RJ took one look at it and said, the only way that Jeep [C] car is going down that road
is over her dead [Fm] body.
And a rock slipped out from [F] under the wheel, and the U-Drive Marmy Jeep car went right
over the edge of a cliff.
_ _ Doggone it, Roy G.
How many times do I have to [Eb] explain it to you?
When I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean [F] rock.
Now look at that, what you done there.
Don't make it a grapefruit. _
_ Me and RJ and the kids was on a camp out in the mountains and we had us one of them U-Drive
Marmy Jeep cars, which we'd rented from a fella by the name of Q Bossky for 30 bucks
a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot, and leave a pint [Eb] of blood for a deposit.
_ [F] Man, he explained it all to us, how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which was 50
miles away by way of the regular highway.
However, there was a shortcut, but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd
better be off to stay in [Eb] bed and sleep late.
Pay no attention to the guitar there.
[Fm] Well, we took off on the highway and we come upon a sign [C] that says, Black Bear Road, you
don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but [Fm] it helps.
I says, RJ, this must be the shortcut road Q [C] Bossky's talking about.
She didn't pay no mind, because she was making [F] peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the
backseat, throwing rocks and drinking Kool-Aid and playing count the license plate.
But they wasn't having too much fun counting the license plate or cars, because there weren't
no other [C] cars.
[F] We went about a mile and a half, about four hours, busted off the right front fender,
tore a hole in the oil pan on the rocks big as a hall closet, went over a bump, spilled
the Kool-Aid, and Roy G.
stuck his polo knife right through the convertible top, and the
dog [Eb] threw up.
All the backseat peanut butter don't agree with me.
[F] So we had to stop, take off the top, and air everything out and clean it up.
The dog ran off, and RJ says, you felt her asthma coming on.
I'm sitting there wondering what to do when the entire scenic San Juan U-Drive Marmy Jeep
car sank in the mud [Eb] at 13,000 feet above sea level.
[Fm] Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch.
The dog made a yellow [C] hole in the snow, and Roy G.
got out his Instamatic and took a snapshot [Fm] of it.
Mary Elizabeth, throw a picture of the road.
It looked like a whole bunch [C] of Zs and Ws all strung together.
[F] And RJ took one look at it and said, the only way that Jeep [C] car is going down that road
is over her dead [Fm] body.
And a rock slipped out from [F] under the wheel, and the U-Drive Marmy Jeep car went right
over the edge of a cliff.
_ _ Doggone it, Roy G.
How many times do I have to [Eb] explain it to you?
When I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean [F] rock.
Now look at that, what you done there.
Don't make it a grapefruit. _