Chords for Brown Mountain Lights.wmv
Tempo:
125.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
E
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
[E] Way out on old [A] Linville Mountain, [F#m] where the Bear and the [A] Catamount range,
[F#m] there a strange ghostly light can be [A] seen every night, which no scientist [D] or hunter can [A] explain.
In the mountains of North Carolina near [E] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon [F#m] called the Brown Mountain Light.
On a clear [A#] night, this light will appear and move about in a [F#] ghost-like manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[E] This light has been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to [F#m] this day no one can explain its mystery.
Even scientists who have come from various parts of the world can [A] offer no solution.
Uncle Faith [F#] Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true as [E] any other tale related about [D#] the Brown Mountain [A] Light.
[F#m]
[A] In the days of the old covered wagon, [F#m] when they camped on the flat [A] for the night,
[F#m] with the stars growing dim on the old high gorge ramp, they would watch for that Brown Mountain Light.
High on the mountain, and young [A] and old, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, oh, the uncle, [G] night after night until [A]
dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave come [A] back from the grave,
he's searching, [G] searching, searching [A] for his master who's [B] long, long [A] gone.
Long years ago a southern planter [F#m] came hunting in this wild land alone,
and here so they say [A] the hunter lost his way and never returned to his own.
His trusty old slave brought a lantern [F#m] and searched but in vain [A] day and night.
[F#] Now [F#m] the old slave is gone [A] but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light.
High on the mountain, [F#] and [F#m] down in the canyon [A]
below,
it shines like the crown of an angel, [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, oh, the uncle, [G] night after night [A] until dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave [A] come back from the grave,
he's searching, searching, [G]
searching [E] for his master who's long, [A] long gone.
[A#] [N]
[E] Way out on old [A] Linville Mountain, [F#m] where the Bear and the [A] Catamount range,
[F#m] there a strange ghostly light can be [A] seen every night, which no scientist [D] or hunter can [A] explain.
In the mountains of North Carolina near [E] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon [F#m] called the Brown Mountain Light.
On a clear [A#] night, this light will appear and move about in a [F#] ghost-like manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[E] This light has been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to [F#m] this day no one can explain its mystery.
Even scientists who have come from various parts of the world can [A] offer no solution.
Uncle Faith [F#] Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true as [E] any other tale related about [D#] the Brown Mountain [A] Light.
[F#m]
[A] In the days of the old covered wagon, [F#m] when they camped on the flat [A] for the night,
[F#m] with the stars growing dim on the old high gorge ramp, they would watch for that Brown Mountain Light.
High on the mountain, and young [A] and old, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, oh, the uncle, [G] night after night until [A]
dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave come [A] back from the grave,
he's searching, [G] searching, searching [A] for his master who's [B] long, long [A] gone.
Long years ago a southern planter [F#m] came hunting in this wild land alone,
and here so they say [A] the hunter lost his way and never returned to his own.
His trusty old slave brought a lantern [F#m] and searched but in vain [A] day and night.
[F#] Now [F#m] the old slave is gone [A] but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light.
High on the mountain, [F#] and [F#m] down in the canyon [A]
below,
it shines like the crown of an angel, [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, oh, the uncle, [G] night after night [A] until dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave [A] come back from the grave,
he's searching, searching, [G]
searching [E] for his master who's long, [A] long gone.
[A#] [N]
Key:
A
F#m
E
F#
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A
F#m
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] Way out on old [A] Linville Mountain, [F#m] where the Bear and the [A] Catamount range,
[F#m] there a strange ghostly light can be [A] seen every night, which no scientist [D] or hunter can [A] explain.
In the mountains of North Carolina near [E] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon [F#m] called the Brown Mountain Light.
On a clear [A#] night, this light will appear and move about in a [F#] ghost-like manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[E] This light has been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to [F#m] this day no one can explain its mystery.
Even scientists who have come from various parts of the world can [A] offer no solution.
_ Uncle Faith [F#] Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true as [E] any other tale related about [D#] the Brown Mountain [A] Light.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] In the days of the old covered wagon, _ [F#m] when they camped on the flat [A] for the night,
_ [F#m] with the stars growing dim on the old high gorge ramp, they would watch for that Brown Mountain Light.
_ _ High on the mountain, and _ young [A] and old, _ it shines like the crown of an angel,
_ [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, _ _ oh, the uncle, _ [G] night after night until [A]
dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave come [A] back from the grave,
he's searching, [G] searching, searching _ _ _ [A] for his master who's [B] long, long [A] gone.
_ _ Long years ago a southern planter _ [F#m] came hunting in this wild land alone,
_ and here so they say [A] the hunter lost his way and never returned to his own.
_ His trusty old slave brought a lantern [F#m] and searched but in vain [A] day and night.
[F#] Now [F#m] the old slave is gone [A] but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light.
_ _ High on the mountain, _ [F#] and [F#m] down in the canyon [A]
below,
_ it shines like the crown of an angel, _ [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
_ [A] _ Way, oh, the uncle, _ _ [G] night after night [A] until dawn,
_ a [F#m] faithful old slave [A] come back from the grave,
he's searching, _ searching, [G]
searching _ _ [E] for his master who's long, [A] long gone.
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ [E] Way out on old [A] Linville Mountain, [F#m] where the Bear and the [A] Catamount range,
[F#m] there a strange ghostly light can be [A] seen every night, which no scientist [D] or hunter can [A] explain.
In the mountains of North Carolina near [E] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon [F#m] called the Brown Mountain Light.
On a clear [A#] night, this light will appear and move about in a [F#] ghost-like manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[E] This light has been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to [F#m] this day no one can explain its mystery.
Even scientists who have come from various parts of the world can [A] offer no solution.
_ Uncle Faith [F#] Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true as [E] any other tale related about [D#] the Brown Mountain [A] Light.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] In the days of the old covered wagon, _ [F#m] when they camped on the flat [A] for the night,
_ [F#m] with the stars growing dim on the old high gorge ramp, they would watch for that Brown Mountain Light.
_ _ High on the mountain, and _ young [A] and old, _ it shines like the crown of an angel,
_ [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
[A] Way, _ _ oh, the uncle, _ [G] night after night until [A]
dawn,
a [F#m] faithful old slave come [A] back from the grave,
he's searching, [G] searching, searching _ _ _ [A] for his master who's [B] long, long [A] gone.
_ _ Long years ago a southern planter _ [F#m] came hunting in this wild land alone,
_ and here so they say [A] the hunter lost his way and never returned to his own.
_ His trusty old slave brought a lantern [F#m] and searched but in vain [A] day and night.
[F#] Now [F#m] the old slave is gone [A] but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light.
_ _ High on the mountain, _ [F#] and [F#m] down in the canyon [A]
below,
_ it shines like the crown of an angel, _ [F#m] and fades as the mist comes [E] and goes.
_ [A] _ Way, oh, the uncle, _ _ [G] night after night [A] until dawn,
_ a [F#m] faithful old slave [A] come back from the grave,
he's searching, _ searching, [G]
searching _ _ [E] for his master who's long, [A] long gone.
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _