Chords for Dock Boggs: Country Blues (1966)
Tempo:
79.75 bpm
Chords used:
B
Ebm
Eb
A
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [Eb] I'm going to play country blues.
[Db] A man here a while ago was singing and said,
if you didn't have no money, you didn't have no [B] friends.
I've experienced that, I've lived a long time.
[A] [Ebm] Some of you good time [B]
people
While I have money to spend
Tomorrow might be Sunday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend
When I had plenty of money, good people
[Eb] My friends were [B] all standing around
Just as soon as my pocket was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Went back to old [Bm] [E] Virginia
[Eb] For [B] to gamble my last
Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was a-drinkin' down there
Had trouble with the low-down sorry man
[Ebm] Oh, my daddy [B] taught me of plenty good people
My mama, she told me more
If I didn't win my prize
He'd wait out trouble at my door
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
He wrote me back and thanked her
Saying, honey, I'm not gonna owe you a bill
[Ebm] All around us, old jailhouses [B] hated good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
One whiskey has surrounded my body
Oh, boy, pretty women, the trouble in my mind
I thought I'd listen to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
Was a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gambling
At home I cannot stand
Oh, dig a hole in the middle, good people
Oh, dig a hole in the ground
Come around, old youth, good people
And see it's a-round or go down
When [Ebm] I [B] am dead and buried
And my faith has turned to sun
You can come around in more than a long month
And thank the way you have done
[Db] A man here a while ago was singing and said,
if you didn't have no money, you didn't have no [B] friends.
I've experienced that, I've lived a long time.
[A] [Ebm] Some of you good time [B]
people
While I have money to spend
Tomorrow might be Sunday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend
When I had plenty of money, good people
[Eb] My friends were [B] all standing around
Just as soon as my pocket was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Went back to old [Bm] [E] Virginia
[Eb] For [B] to gamble my last
Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was a-drinkin' down there
Had trouble with the low-down sorry man
[Ebm] Oh, my daddy [B] taught me of plenty good people
My mama, she told me more
If I didn't win my prize
He'd wait out trouble at my door
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
He wrote me back and thanked her
Saying, honey, I'm not gonna owe you a bill
[Ebm] All around us, old jailhouses [B] hated good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
One whiskey has surrounded my body
Oh, boy, pretty women, the trouble in my mind
I thought I'd listen to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
Was a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gambling
At home I cannot stand
Oh, dig a hole in the middle, good people
Oh, dig a hole in the ground
Come around, old youth, good people
And see it's a-round or go down
When [Ebm] I [B] am dead and buried
And my faith has turned to sun
You can come around in more than a long month
And thank the way you have done
Key:
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Ebm
Eb
A
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B
Ebm
Eb
[A] [Eb] I'm going to play country blues.
[Db] A man here a while ago was singing and said,
if you didn't have no money, you didn't have no [B] friends.
I've experienced that, I've lived a long time. _ _
_ [A] [Ebm] Some of you good time [B] _
people
_ _ While I have money to spend
_ Tomorrow might be Sunday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend _
_ _ _ When I had plenty of money, good people
[Eb] My friends were [B] all standing _ around
Just as soon as my pocket was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found _ _
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Went back to old [Bm] [E] Virginia
[Eb] For [B] to gamble my last
_ _ _ _ _ Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was a-drinkin' down there
Had trouble with the low-down sorry man _
_ _ [Ebm] Oh, my daddy [B] taught me of plenty good people
_ My mama, she told me more
If I didn't win my prize
He'd wait out trouble at my door
_ _ I wrote my woman a letter, good people _
I told her I was in jail
He wrote me back and thanked her
Saying, honey, I'm not gonna owe you a bill
_ _ [Ebm] All around us, old jailhouses [B] hated good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
One whiskey has surrounded my body
Oh, boy, pretty women, the trouble in my mind _
_ I thought I'd listen to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
Was a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gambling
At home I cannot stand
_ Oh, dig a hole in the middle, good people
Oh, dig a hole in the ground
Come around, old youth, good people
And see it's a-round or go down
_ When [Ebm] I [B] am dead and buried
And my faith has turned to sun
You can come around in more than a long month
And thank the way you have done _ _ _ _ _
[Db] A man here a while ago was singing and said,
if you didn't have no money, you didn't have no [B] friends.
I've experienced that, I've lived a long time. _ _
_ [A] [Ebm] Some of you good time [B] _
people
_ _ While I have money to spend
_ Tomorrow might be Sunday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend _
_ _ _ When I had plenty of money, good people
[Eb] My friends were [B] all standing _ around
Just as soon as my pocket was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found _ _
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Went back to old [Bm] [E] Virginia
[Eb] For [B] to gamble my last
_ _ _ _ _ Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was a-drinkin' down there
Had trouble with the low-down sorry man _
_ _ [Ebm] Oh, my daddy [B] taught me of plenty good people
_ My mama, she told me more
If I didn't win my prize
He'd wait out trouble at my door
_ _ I wrote my woman a letter, good people _
I told her I was in jail
He wrote me back and thanked her
Saying, honey, I'm not gonna owe you a bill
_ _ [Ebm] All around us, old jailhouses [B] hated good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
One whiskey has surrounded my body
Oh, boy, pretty women, the trouble in my mind _
_ I thought I'd listen to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
Was a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gambling
At home I cannot stand
_ Oh, dig a hole in the middle, good people
Oh, dig a hole in the ground
Come around, old youth, good people
And see it's a-round or go down
_ When [Ebm] I [B] am dead and buried
And my faith has turned to sun
You can come around in more than a long month
And thank the way you have done _ _ _ _ _