Chords for Derek Pilgrim & Roy Payne - Yellow Pissholes In The Snow
Tempo:
97.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [E]
I grew up on stories my grandfather [G#m] told, the [A] sounds of that old rocking [E] chair, the
smell of the fire from that wood-burning stove, my [F#] first taste of blue [B]-ribbon beer, [E] the [A] northern
lights dancing [E] way up in the sky, the castles I built in the [A] snow.
It's hard to believe
that [E] old memories [A] run [E] way back to [B] a long time [E] ago.
Charlie, butterscone, earth-star burned
to the ground, I [A] can still hear them bottles [E] explode.
Tom married Beanie and I ran away,
I [F#] was jealous of her I [B] suppose.
[A#m] [A] I put along Cassidy [E] Saturday night, would find me right
in the [A] front row, ten cents a shot, [E]
[A] compliments of [E] Roy Burry's [B] traveling [E] shows.
[A] Paint me a
picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack a lifetime [E] ago.
[A] Just follow the lines from [E] this pencil
[A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
[B]
[E] The fish they were plenty, too many to count,
[A] the waters as blue [E] as the sky.
I slurred my first rabbit when I was eleven, [F#] and after I ate it [B] I
cried.
[A] People were funny [E] but no one was queer, and me I was the son [A] of a gun.
Kids way back then
[E] were all [A] devil skins but [E] [B] nobody killed [E] anyone.
[A] Paint me a picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack
a lifetime [E] ago.
[A] And follow the lines [E] from this pencil [A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
I
remembered stories my grandfather told, [A] sound of that old [E] rotten chair, the smell of the fire on
that wood-burning stove, [F#] my first taste of blue [B] rhythm.
[A]
I grew up on stories my grandfather [G#m] told, the [A] sounds of that old rocking [E] chair, the
smell of the fire from that wood-burning stove, my [F#] first taste of blue [B]-ribbon beer, [E] the [A] northern
lights dancing [E] way up in the sky, the castles I built in the [A] snow.
It's hard to believe
that [E] old memories [A] run [E] way back to [B] a long time [E] ago.
Charlie, butterscone, earth-star burned
to the ground, I [A] can still hear them bottles [E] explode.
Tom married Beanie and I ran away,
I [F#] was jealous of her I [B] suppose.
[A#m] [A] I put along Cassidy [E] Saturday night, would find me right
in the [A] front row, ten cents a shot, [E]
[A] compliments of [E] Roy Burry's [B] traveling [E] shows.
[A] Paint me a
picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack a lifetime [E] ago.
[A] Just follow the lines from [E] this pencil
[A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
[B]
[E] The fish they were plenty, too many to count,
[A] the waters as blue [E] as the sky.
I slurred my first rabbit when I was eleven, [F#] and after I ate it [B] I
cried.
[A] People were funny [E] but no one was queer, and me I was the son [A] of a gun.
Kids way back then
[E] were all [A] devil skins but [E] [B] nobody killed [E] anyone.
[A] Paint me a picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack
a lifetime [E] ago.
[A] And follow the lines [E] from this pencil [A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
I
remembered stories my grandfather told, [A] sound of that old [E] rotten chair, the smell of the fire on
that wood-burning stove, [F#] my first taste of blue [B] rhythm.
[A]
Key:
E
A
B
F#
C#m
E
A
B
[C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I grew up on stories my grandfather [G#m] told, the [A] sounds of that old rocking [E] chair, _ the
smell of the fire from that wood-burning stove, my [F#] first taste of blue [B]-ribbon beer, _ [E] the [A] northern
lights dancing [E] way up in the sky, the castles I built in the [A] snow. _
_ It's hard to believe
that [E] old memories [A] run [E] way back to [B] a long time [E] ago. _
_ _ Charlie, butterscone, earth-star burned
to the ground, I [A] can still hear them bottles [E] explode. _
_ _ Tom married Beanie and I ran away,
I [F#] was jealous of her I [B] suppose. _
_ [A#m] _ [A] I put along Cassidy [E] Saturday night, would find me right
in the [A] front row, _ _ ten cents a shot, [E] _
[A] compliments of [E] Roy Burry's [B] traveling [E] shows.
_ _ [A] Paint me a
picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack a lifetime [E] ago. _
_ [A] Just follow the lines from [E] this pencil
[A] of mine, _ [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ The fish they were plenty, too many to count,
[A] the waters as blue [E] as the sky.
_ I slurred my first rabbit when I was eleven, [F#] and after I ate it [B] I
cried.
_ _ [A] People were funny [E] but no one was queer, and me I was the son [A] of a gun.
_ _ Kids way back then
[E] were all [A] devil skins but [E] [B] nobody killed [E] anyone.
_ _ [A] Paint me a picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack
a lifetime [E] ago.
_ [A] And follow the lines [E] from this pencil [A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
_ I
remembered stories my grandfather told, [A] sound of that old [E] rotten chair, _ the smell of the fire on
that wood-burning stove, [F#] my first taste of blue [B] rhythm.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
I grew up on stories my grandfather [G#m] told, the [A] sounds of that old rocking [E] chair, _ the
smell of the fire from that wood-burning stove, my [F#] first taste of blue [B]-ribbon beer, _ [E] the [A] northern
lights dancing [E] way up in the sky, the castles I built in the [A] snow. _
_ It's hard to believe
that [E] old memories [A] run [E] way back to [B] a long time [E] ago. _
_ _ Charlie, butterscone, earth-star burned
to the ground, I [A] can still hear them bottles [E] explode. _
_ _ Tom married Beanie and I ran away,
I [F#] was jealous of her I [B] suppose. _
_ [A#m] _ [A] I put along Cassidy [E] Saturday night, would find me right
in the [A] front row, _ _ ten cents a shot, [E] _
[A] compliments of [E] Roy Burry's [B] traveling [E] shows.
_ _ [A] Paint me a
picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack a lifetime [E] ago. _
_ [A] Just follow the lines from [E] this pencil
[A] of mine, _ [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ The fish they were plenty, too many to count,
[A] the waters as blue [E] as the sky.
_ I slurred my first rabbit when I was eleven, [F#] and after I ate it [B] I
cried.
_ _ [A] People were funny [E] but no one was queer, and me I was the son [A] of a gun.
_ _ Kids way back then
[E] were all [A] devil skins but [E] [B] nobody killed [E] anyone.
_ _ [A] Paint me a picture [E] of old memories, [B] that backtrack
a lifetime [E] ago.
_ [A] And follow the lines [E] from this pencil [A] of mine, [E] hands in yellow, [B] fist holes [E] in the snow.
_ I
remembered stories my grandfather told, [A] sound of that old [E] rotten chair, _ the smell of the fire on
that wood-burning stove, [F#] my first taste of blue [B] rhythm.
_ _ _ [A] _ _