Chords for Cherokee Fiddle
Tempo:
75.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[D] [G]
[A] [Bb] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] When the train pulled [G] into the station, [A] rolled up his sleeves,
[Bb] [Bm] rolls in up his boat, [Bb]
little [D] upside down, [G] orange blossom special,
[A] said, if you want to make a living, you got to put [D] on a good show.
[B] Then he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners, [A] Devil's Dream [Bb] was a song they [Bm] understood.
[Bb]
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, [A] he'd wait till the train wasn't running and the [D] weather was good.
[Bm] Then he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
Play that Cherokee blues!
[G]
[A] [Bb] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] [G]
[A] [D]
Now the Indians were dressing up [G] like cowboys, [A] and the cowboys were [Bb] putting feathers and [Bm] turquoise on,
[Bb]
and [D] the music sold [G] by lawyers, all them lawyers,
[A] and the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station [D] are gone.
Some folks [Bm] say they ain't never [D] gonna miss him,
old fiddlers [Bm] squeal like the engine [Em] breaks,
[A]
Cherokee [D] metal, he's gone [G] forever,
just [A] like the music of the whistle at the old local motor [D] lane.
So he [Bm] [Bm] smelled the smoke and [D] the cinders,
slicked back [Bm] his hair, opened up [Em] his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he played [G] for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never [Bb] let him lose his [Bm] place.
[Bb]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose your [D] place.
[Bm] [Bb] [D] [G]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose [D] your place.
[A] [Bb] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] When the train pulled [G] into the station, [A] rolled up his sleeves,
[Bb] [Bm] rolls in up his boat, [Bb]
little [D] upside down, [G] orange blossom special,
[A] said, if you want to make a living, you got to put [D] on a good show.
[B] Then he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners, [A] Devil's Dream [Bb] was a song they [Bm] understood.
[Bb]
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, [A] he'd wait till the train wasn't running and the [D] weather was good.
[Bm] Then he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
Play that Cherokee blues!
[G]
[A] [Bb] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] [G]
[A] [D]
Now the Indians were dressing up [G] like cowboys, [A] and the cowboys were [Bb] putting feathers and [Bm] turquoise on,
[Bb]
and [D] the music sold [G] by lawyers, all them lawyers,
[A] and the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station [D] are gone.
Some folks [Bm] say they ain't never [D] gonna miss him,
old fiddlers [Bm] squeal like the engine [Em] breaks,
[A]
Cherokee [D] metal, he's gone [G] forever,
just [A] like the music of the whistle at the old local motor [D] lane.
So he [Bm] [Bm] smelled the smoke and [D] the cinders,
slicked back [Bm] his hair, opened up [Em] his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he played [G] for the whiskey,
[A] good whiskey never [Bb] let him lose his [Bm] place.
[Bb]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose your [D] place.
[Bm] [Bb] [D] [G]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose [D] your place.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
[D] When the train pulled [G] into the station, _ [A] rolled up his sleeves,
[Bb] _ [Bm] rolls in up his boat, [Bb]
little [D] upside down, [G] orange blossom special, _
[A] said, if you want to make a living, you got to put [D] on a good show. _
[B] Then he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey, _
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners, _ [A] Devil's Dream [Bb] was a song they [Bm] understood.
[Bb] _
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, _ [A] he'd wait till the train wasn't running and the [D] weather was good. _
[Bm] Then he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, _ [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey, _
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
Play that Cherokee blues!
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Now the Indians were dressing up [G] like cowboys, _ [A] and the cowboys were [Bb] putting feathers and [Bm] turquoise on,
_ [Bb]
and [D] the music sold [G] by lawyers, all them lawyers,
[A] and the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station [D] are gone. _
Some folks [Bm] say they ain't never [D] gonna miss him,
old fiddlers [Bm] _ squeal like the engine [Em] breaks,
_ [A]
Cherokee [D] metal, _ he's gone [G] forever, _
just [A] like the music of the whistle at the old local motor [D] lane.
So he [Bm] _ [Bm] smelled the smoke and [D] the cinders,
slicked back [Bm] his hair, opened up [Em] his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, _ he played [G] for the whiskey, _ _
[A] good whiskey never [Bb] let him lose his [Bm] place.
_ [Bb]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose your [D] place. _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose [D] your place. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
[D] When the train pulled [G] into the station, _ [A] rolled up his sleeves,
[Bb] _ [Bm] rolls in up his boat, [Bb]
little [D] upside down, [G] orange blossom special, _
[A] said, if you want to make a living, you got to put [D] on a good show. _
[B] Then he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey, _
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners, _ [A] Devil's Dream [Bb] was a song they [Bm] understood.
[Bb] _
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, _ [A] he'd wait till the train wasn't running and the [D] weather was good. _
[Bm] Then he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinders, _ [Bm] slicked back his hair, opened [Em] up his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, he [G] played for the whiskey, _
[A] good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
Play that Cherokee blues!
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Now the Indians were dressing up [G] like cowboys, _ [A] and the cowboys were [Bb] putting feathers and [Bm] turquoise on,
_ [Bb]
and [D] the music sold [G] by lawyers, all them lawyers,
[A] and the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station [D] are gone. _
Some folks [Bm] say they ain't never [D] gonna miss him,
old fiddlers [Bm] _ squeal like the engine [Em] breaks,
_ [A]
Cherokee [D] metal, _ he's gone [G] forever, _
just [A] like the music of the whistle at the old local motor [D] lane.
So he [Bm] _ [Bm] smelled the smoke and [D] the cinders,
slicked back [Bm] his hair, opened up [Em] his case,
[A]
played [D] Cherokee metal, _ he played [G] for the whiskey, _ _
[A] good whiskey never [Bb] let him lose his [Bm] place.
_ [Bb]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose your [D] place. _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G]
No, [D] good whiskey [A] never let you lose [D] your place. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _