Cook County Jail Chords by Tom Edwards
Tempo:
123.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Em
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A]
I drove into the big windy city, found a hot grindin' bed [Em] made of a beer.
[E] [A] When I saw a sign that said alcoholic beverage, [Em] little [E] thing said come on [A] over here.
I was on my way down to Nashville, Tennessee, [E] in a hurry thought it best I move along.
[A] But I figured what the heck, a little friendly conversation surely couldn't do any harm.
Here I sat in this Cook County [E] jail, tryin' to figure out just what I did was wrong.
Sittin' [A] here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [Em] filter does seem a long [A] ways off.
[E]
[A]
This big man walkin' must have been six foot six, I [E] swear he must have broke my jaw.
When [A] I woke up I had to Chicago police, but one hangin' on to each arm.
[Em] Said friend we don't like none [B] of you [A]
hillbilly singers, tryin' to give our fair town a [E] bad name.
So come along with me to [F#m] the Cook [A] County jail, gonna find out just [E] how good you [A] can sing.
And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just [E] what I did was [G] wrong.
[A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice filter [E] does seem a long [A] ways off.
Now friend I ain't sayin' nothin' bad about Chicago, [E] without a doubt there might be fine people here.
But [A] I can't tell too much about the good side of the city, lookin' at [E] these coal [A] bars of steel.
And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just what [E] I did was wrong.
[A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [E] filter does seem a [A] long ways off.
Nice filter [E] does seem a [A] long ways off.
I drove into the big windy city, found a hot grindin' bed [Em] made of a beer.
[E] [A] When I saw a sign that said alcoholic beverage, [Em] little [E] thing said come on [A] over here.
I was on my way down to Nashville, Tennessee, [E] in a hurry thought it best I move along.
[A] But I figured what the heck, a little friendly conversation surely couldn't do any harm.
Here I sat in this Cook County [E] jail, tryin' to figure out just what I did was wrong.
Sittin' [A] here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [Em] filter does seem a long [A] ways off.
[E]
[A]
This big man walkin' must have been six foot six, I [E] swear he must have broke my jaw.
When [A] I woke up I had to Chicago police, but one hangin' on to each arm.
[Em] Said friend we don't like none [B] of you [A]
hillbilly singers, tryin' to give our fair town a [E] bad name.
So come along with me to [F#m] the Cook [A] County jail, gonna find out just [E] how good you [A] can sing.
And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just [E] what I did was [G] wrong.
[A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice filter [E] does seem a long [A] ways off.
Now friend I ain't sayin' nothin' bad about Chicago, [E] without a doubt there might be fine people here.
But [A] I can't tell too much about the good side of the city, lookin' at [E] these coal [A] bars of steel.
And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just what [E] I did was wrong.
[A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [E] filter does seem a [A] long ways off.
Nice filter [E] does seem a [A] long ways off.
Key:
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E
Em
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[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I drove into the big windy city, found a hot grindin' bed [Em] made of a beer.
[E] _ [A] When I saw a sign that said alcoholic beverage, [Em] little [E] thing said come on [A] over here.
_ I was on my way down to Nashville, Tennessee, [E] in a hurry thought it best I move along.
_ [A] But I figured what the heck, a little friendly conversation surely couldn't do any harm.
_ _ Here I sat in this Cook County [E] jail, tryin' to figure out just what I did was wrong.
_ Sittin' [A] here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [Em] filter does seem a long [A] ways off. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This big man walkin' must have been six foot six, I [E] swear he must have broke my jaw.
_ When [A] I woke up I had to Chicago police, but one hangin' on to each arm.
_ [Em] Said friend we don't like none [B] of you [A]
hillbilly singers, tryin' to give our fair town a [E] bad name.
_ So come along with me to [F#m] the Cook [A] County jail, gonna find out just [E] how good you [A] can sing.
_ And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just [E] what I did was [G] wrong.
_ _ [A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice filter [E] does seem a long [A] ways off.
_ Now friend I ain't sayin' nothin' bad about Chicago, [E] without a doubt there might be fine people here.
But [A] I can't tell too much about the good side of the city, lookin' at [E] these coal [A] bars of steel. _
_ And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just what [E] I did was wrong.
_ [A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [E] filter does seem a [A] long ways off. _
_ Nice filter [E] does seem a [A] long ways off.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I drove into the big windy city, found a hot grindin' bed [Em] made of a beer.
[E] _ [A] When I saw a sign that said alcoholic beverage, [Em] little [E] thing said come on [A] over here.
_ I was on my way down to Nashville, Tennessee, [E] in a hurry thought it best I move along.
_ [A] But I figured what the heck, a little friendly conversation surely couldn't do any harm.
_ _ Here I sat in this Cook County [E] jail, tryin' to figure out just what I did was wrong.
_ Sittin' [A] here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [Em] filter does seem a long [A] ways off. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This big man walkin' must have been six foot six, I [E] swear he must have broke my jaw.
_ When [A] I woke up I had to Chicago police, but one hangin' on to each arm.
_ [Em] Said friend we don't like none [B] of you [A]
hillbilly singers, tryin' to give our fair town a [E] bad name.
_ So come along with me to [F#m] the Cook [A] County jail, gonna find out just [E] how good you [A] can sing.
_ And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just [E] what I did was [G] wrong.
_ _ [A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice filter [E] does seem a long [A] ways off.
_ Now friend I ain't sayin' nothin' bad about Chicago, [E] without a doubt there might be fine people here.
But [A] I can't tell too much about the good side of the city, lookin' at [E] these coal [A] bars of steel. _
_ And here I sat in this Cook County jail, tryin' to figure out just what [E] I did was wrong.
_ [A] Sittin' here tonight in this Cook County jail, nice [E] filter does seem a [A] long ways off. _
_ Nice filter [E] does seem a [A] long ways off.
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