Chords for Broad Black Brimmer with lyrics
Tempo:
126.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [E]
There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's [E] known as Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [F#m] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbra around [A] she was smiling, she [E] heard tears, as she placed the [F#m] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and that father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march, dealt [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] of braise, they placed the [B] broad black brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when they put the sand round her, [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the [G#] knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
[B] [E]
There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's [E] known as Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [F#m] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbra around [A] she was smiling, she [E] heard tears, as she placed the [F#m] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and that father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march, dealt [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] of braise, they placed the [B] broad black brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when they put the sand round her, [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the [G#] knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
E
A
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ _ There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's [E] known as Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [F#m] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when I put the sandbra around [A] she was smiling, she [E] heard tears, as she placed the [F#m] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA. _ _ _ _ _
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and that father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
_ [A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march, dealt [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] of braise, they placed the [B] broad black brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ knees.
[A] A sand round [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sand round her, [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ [G#] knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ _ There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's [E] known as Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [F#m] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when I put the sandbra around [A] she was smiling, she [E] heard tears, as she placed the [F#m] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA. _ _ _ _ _
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and that father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
_ [A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march, dealt [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] of braise, they placed the [B] broad black brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ knees.
[A] A sand round [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sand round her, [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled, [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ [G#] knees.
[A] A sand round belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _
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