Chords for Country Gospel Song - Fallen Leaves
Tempo:
79.2 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And we're gonna have Triffy Braddy.
I wouldn't say she's a brat, but she's a bratty, right?
No, it's not
B-r-a-t-t.
It's br-a-d-d.
Oh, bratty, huh?
I've known this lady since the 50s.
We go back a ways
She's gonna come up here and sing a song
I asked her to sing a while back before we even went to North Carolina
She learned this song and she's gonna sing it for us right here on Strolling Down Memory Lane
Right now we've had a request from somebody for somebody to do this song, right?
We did and I can't remember
It's been a while, but Triff is gonna do a great job singing a song entitled
Fallen Leaves
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb]
By the gravesite of this near [Eb] forgotten man
[F] On this cold November morning [Bb] here I stand
Thinking of the friends he lost for [Eb] love of gold
[C] This old story through the years has [Bb] often told
Fallen leaves that lie scattered [Eb] on the ground
The [F] birds and flowers that were here now [Bb] can't be found
All the friends that he once had are [Eb] not around
[F] They lie scattered like the leaves [Bb] upon the ground
Some folks drift along through life and [Eb] never thrill
To [F] the feeling that a good deed [Bb] brings unto
It's too late and they are ready to [Eb] lie down
[F] There beneath the leaves that scattered [Bb] on the ground
[C] [Eb]
[F] [C] [Bb] Lord let my eyes see every need of [Eb] every man
Make [F] me stop and always lend a [Bb] helping hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [Eb] grassy mound
There'll be [F] more friends around than leaves upon [Bb] the ground
To your grave there's no use taking [Eb] any gold
You cannot [F] use it when it's time for hands [Bb] to fold
When you leave this earth for a better home [Eb] someday
The only [F] thing you'll take is what you gave [A] away
[Bb]
Triffy you did another good job this week get a nice smile good stage presence
You sang good, and I know people out there got blessed from that song fallen leaves
I wouldn't say she's a brat, but she's a bratty, right?
No, it's not
B-r-a-t-t.
It's br-a-d-d.
Oh, bratty, huh?
I've known this lady since the 50s.
We go back a ways
She's gonna come up here and sing a song
I asked her to sing a while back before we even went to North Carolina
She learned this song and she's gonna sing it for us right here on Strolling Down Memory Lane
Right now we've had a request from somebody for somebody to do this song, right?
We did and I can't remember
It's been a while, but Triff is gonna do a great job singing a song entitled
Fallen Leaves
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb]
By the gravesite of this near [Eb] forgotten man
[F] On this cold November morning [Bb] here I stand
Thinking of the friends he lost for [Eb] love of gold
[C] This old story through the years has [Bb] often told
Fallen leaves that lie scattered [Eb] on the ground
The [F] birds and flowers that were here now [Bb] can't be found
All the friends that he once had are [Eb] not around
[F] They lie scattered like the leaves [Bb] upon the ground
Some folks drift along through life and [Eb] never thrill
To [F] the feeling that a good deed [Bb] brings unto
It's too late and they are ready to [Eb] lie down
[F] There beneath the leaves that scattered [Bb] on the ground
[C] [Eb]
[F] [C] [Bb] Lord let my eyes see every need of [Eb] every man
Make [F] me stop and always lend a [Bb] helping hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [Eb] grassy mound
There'll be [F] more friends around than leaves upon [Bb] the ground
To your grave there's no use taking [Eb] any gold
You cannot [F] use it when it's time for hands [Bb] to fold
When you leave this earth for a better home [Eb] someday
The only [F] thing you'll take is what you gave [A] away
[Bb]
Triffy you did another good job this week get a nice smile good stage presence
You sang good, and I know people out there got blessed from that song fallen leaves
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
C
A
Bb
Eb
F
_ _ _ And we're gonna have Triffy Braddy.
I wouldn't say she's a brat, but she's a bratty, right?
No, it's not
B-r-a-t-t.
It's br-a-d-d.
Oh, bratty, huh?
I've known this lady since the 50s.
We go back a ways
She's gonna come up here and sing a song
I asked her to sing a while back before we even went to North Carolina
She learned this song and she's gonna sing it for us right here on Strolling Down Memory Lane
Right now we've had a request from somebody for somebody to do this song, right?
We did and I can't remember
_ It's been a while, but Triff is gonna do a great job singing a song entitled
Fallen Leaves _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
By the gravesite of this near [Eb] forgotten man _
[F] On this cold November morning [Bb] here I stand _
Thinking of the friends he lost for [Eb] love of gold _
[C] This old story through the years has [Bb] often told _
Fallen leaves that lie scattered [Eb] on the ground
The [F] birds and flowers that were here now [Bb] can't be found _
All the friends that he once had are [Eb] not around _
[F] They lie scattered like the leaves [Bb] upon the ground _
Some folks drift along through life and [Eb] never thrill
To [F] the feeling that a good deed [Bb] brings unto _ _
It's too late and they are ready to [Eb] lie down _
[F] There beneath the leaves that scattered [Bb] on the ground _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ Lord let my eyes see every need of [Eb] every man
_ Make [F] me stop and always lend a [Bb] helping hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [Eb] grassy mound
There'll be [F] more friends around than leaves upon [Bb] the ground
_ To your grave there's no use taking [Eb] any gold
You cannot [F] use it when it's time for hands [Bb] to fold
_ When you leave this earth for a better home [Eb] someday
_ The only [F] thing you'll take is what you gave [A] away
[Bb] _
_ _ _ _ Triffy you did another good job this week get a nice smile good stage presence
You sang good, and I know people out there got blessed from that song fallen leaves _ _ _ _ _
I wouldn't say she's a brat, but she's a bratty, right?
No, it's not
B-r-a-t-t.
It's br-a-d-d.
Oh, bratty, huh?
I've known this lady since the 50s.
We go back a ways
She's gonna come up here and sing a song
I asked her to sing a while back before we even went to North Carolina
She learned this song and she's gonna sing it for us right here on Strolling Down Memory Lane
Right now we've had a request from somebody for somebody to do this song, right?
We did and I can't remember
_ It's been a while, but Triff is gonna do a great job singing a song entitled
Fallen Leaves _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
By the gravesite of this near [Eb] forgotten man _
[F] On this cold November morning [Bb] here I stand _
Thinking of the friends he lost for [Eb] love of gold _
[C] This old story through the years has [Bb] often told _
Fallen leaves that lie scattered [Eb] on the ground
The [F] birds and flowers that were here now [Bb] can't be found _
All the friends that he once had are [Eb] not around _
[F] They lie scattered like the leaves [Bb] upon the ground _
Some folks drift along through life and [Eb] never thrill
To [F] the feeling that a good deed [Bb] brings unto _ _
It's too late and they are ready to [Eb] lie down _
[F] There beneath the leaves that scattered [Bb] on the ground _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ Lord let my eyes see every need of [Eb] every man
_ Make [F] me stop and always lend a [Bb] helping hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [Eb] grassy mound
There'll be [F] more friends around than leaves upon [Bb] the ground
_ To your grave there's no use taking [Eb] any gold
You cannot [F] use it when it's time for hands [Bb] to fold
_ When you leave this earth for a better home [Eb] someday
_ The only [F] thing you'll take is what you gave [A] away
[Bb] _
_ _ _ _ Triffy you did another good job this week get a nice smile good stage presence
You sang good, and I know people out there got blessed from that song fallen leaves _ _ _ _ _