Chords for Eric Taylor Live at the Red Shack
Tempo:
119.75 bpm
Chords used:
F
E
C
Bb
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [E] [Bm]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[A] [E]
You know my mama walked that plow job.
You know my mama walked [B] that plow.
[E] She just weren't worth nothing.
[A]
[E] Come sundown.
You know my daddy walked that plow job.
You know my daddy walked [B] that plow.
[E]
She just weren't worth nothing.
[A] [E] Come sundown.
You know thanks to Mr.
Roosevelt and Henry Ford, we won't have to cheat him you'll know.
Honey we'll be cutting roads up to your back door.
Get down John, get up Mule, let me hear that jingling sound.
We can get a new Ford, 450 down, down, down, down.
Eric is a writer and he happens to write songs.
He happens to have a great sense of melody.
But he's a word guy and [Eb]
meeting Eric and listening to his songs taught me that a song
[Em] didn't just have to be a cute turn of phrase with a catchy melody that you [F] hear on the radio.
A song could be about something.
And a song [D] could have a narrative quality.
It could tell a [Fm] story.
And a song could be filled [C] with
[F] images that filled in all the blanks in that narrative.
And allowed your imagination to [C] [Bb] blow it up [C] to 70 million.
[Gm] Put it on the big screen.
And that's what Eric's songs [Bb] do.
[F] Eric taught me that every word, every word in a song matters.
Well the good times scratched a laugh from [Bb] the lungs of the young men.
In a Deadwood saloon, [C] South Dakota afternoon.
[F] [C]
[F] And the old ones by the door [Bb] with their heads to [F] their chest.
They told [Gm] lies about whiskey [C]
on a woman's brain.
[F] Yes and some tell the story of [Dm] young Mickey [F]
Freed.
[Gm] He lost an eye to a buck deer in the [C] Tongue River Valley.
[Fm] Yes and some tell the [F] story of California [C] Joe.
He sent [G] word that the Black Hills, there was a mountain of gold.
And [Dm] the gold she laid [Am] cold [F] [Bb] in her pocket.
[Dm] And the sun she sets [Am] down [F] on the tree.
[D] And they'll thank the Lord, [Am] thank the Lord [Bb] for this land that they live in.
[F] Where a white man looks like he pleases.
[C] [F] [E]
And a man like he pleases.
And
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
a man like he pleases.
Oh yeah.
[D] [N]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[A] [E]
You know my mama walked that plow job.
You know my mama walked [B] that plow.
[E] She just weren't worth nothing.
[A]
[E] Come sundown.
You know my daddy walked that plow job.
You know my daddy walked [B] that plow.
[E]
She just weren't worth nothing.
[A] [E] Come sundown.
You know thanks to Mr.
Roosevelt and Henry Ford, we won't have to cheat him you'll know.
Honey we'll be cutting roads up to your back door.
Get down John, get up Mule, let me hear that jingling sound.
We can get a new Ford, 450 down, down, down, down.
Eric is a writer and he happens to write songs.
He happens to have a great sense of melody.
But he's a word guy and [Eb]
meeting Eric and listening to his songs taught me that a song
[Em] didn't just have to be a cute turn of phrase with a catchy melody that you [F] hear on the radio.
A song could be about something.
And a song [D] could have a narrative quality.
It could tell a [Fm] story.
And a song could be filled [C] with
[F] images that filled in all the blanks in that narrative.
And allowed your imagination to [C] [Bb] blow it up [C] to 70 million.
[Gm] Put it on the big screen.
And that's what Eric's songs [Bb] do.
[F] Eric taught me that every word, every word in a song matters.
Well the good times scratched a laugh from [Bb] the lungs of the young men.
In a Deadwood saloon, [C] South Dakota afternoon.
[F] [C]
[F] And the old ones by the door [Bb] with their heads to [F] their chest.
They told [Gm] lies about whiskey [C]
on a woman's brain.
[F] Yes and some tell the story of [Dm] young Mickey [F]
Freed.
[Gm] He lost an eye to a buck deer in the [C] Tongue River Valley.
[Fm] Yes and some tell the [F] story of California [C] Joe.
He sent [G] word that the Black Hills, there was a mountain of gold.
And [Dm] the gold she laid [Am] cold [F] [Bb] in her pocket.
[Dm] And the sun she sets [Am] down [F] on the tree.
[D] And they'll thank the Lord, [Am] thank the Lord [Bb] for this land that they live in.
[F] Where a white man looks like he pleases.
[C] [F] [E]
And a man like he pleases.
And
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
a man like he pleases.
Oh yeah.
[D] [N]
Key:
F
E
C
Bb
B
F
E
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
You know my mama walked that plow job. _
_ _ You know my mama walked [B] that plow.
_ _ _ [E] She just weren't worth nothing.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] Come sundown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You know my daddy walked that plow job.
_ _ _ _ You know my daddy walked [B] that plow.
_ _ [E]
She just weren't worth nothing. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] Come sundown. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know thanks to Mr.
Roosevelt and Henry Ford, we won't have to cheat him you'll know.
_ Honey we'll be cutting roads up to your back door.
Get down John, get up Mule, let me hear that jingling sound.
_ We can get a new Ford, _ 450 down, _ down, _ down, down. _ _ _
_ Eric is a writer and he happens to write songs.
He happens to have a great sense of melody.
But he's a word guy and _ [Eb] _
meeting Eric and listening to his songs taught me that _ a song
[Em] _ didn't just have to be a cute turn of phrase with a catchy melody that you [F] hear on the radio.
A song could be about something.
And a song [D] could have a narrative quality.
It could tell a [Fm] story.
And a song could be filled [C] with _
_ [F] images _ that filled in all the blanks in that narrative.
And allowed your imagination _ to _ [C] _ [Bb] blow it up [C] to 70 million.
[Gm] Put it on the big screen.
And that's what Eric's songs [Bb] do.
_ [F] Eric taught me that every word, every word in a song matters. _ _
_ Well the good times scratched a laugh from [Bb] the lungs of the young men. _
In a Deadwood saloon, _ _ [C] South Dakota afternoon.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] And the old ones by the door [Bb] with their heads to [F] their chest.
They told [Gm] lies about whiskey _ [C]
on a woman's brain. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Yes and some tell the story of [Dm] young Mickey [F]
Freed.
_ _ [Gm] He lost an eye to a buck deer in the [C] Tongue River Valley. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Yes and some tell the [F] _ story of California [C] Joe.
He sent [G] word that the Black Hills, there was a mountain of gold. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [Dm] the gold she laid [Am] cold [F] [Bb] in her pocket.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] And the sun she sets [Am] down [F] on the tree. _
_ _ [D] And they'll thank the Lord, [Am] thank the Lord [Bb] for this land that they live in.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Where a white man looks like he pleases.
_ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And a man like he pleases.
_ And _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ a man like he pleases. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh _ _ _ _ yeah.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
You know my mama walked that plow job. _
_ _ You know my mama walked [B] that plow.
_ _ _ [E] She just weren't worth nothing.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] Come sundown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You know my daddy walked that plow job.
_ _ _ _ You know my daddy walked [B] that plow.
_ _ [E]
She just weren't worth nothing. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] Come sundown. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know thanks to Mr.
Roosevelt and Henry Ford, we won't have to cheat him you'll know.
_ Honey we'll be cutting roads up to your back door.
Get down John, get up Mule, let me hear that jingling sound.
_ We can get a new Ford, _ 450 down, _ down, _ down, down. _ _ _
_ Eric is a writer and he happens to write songs.
He happens to have a great sense of melody.
But he's a word guy and _ [Eb] _
meeting Eric and listening to his songs taught me that _ a song
[Em] _ didn't just have to be a cute turn of phrase with a catchy melody that you [F] hear on the radio.
A song could be about something.
And a song [D] could have a narrative quality.
It could tell a [Fm] story.
And a song could be filled [C] with _
_ [F] images _ that filled in all the blanks in that narrative.
And allowed your imagination _ to _ [C] _ [Bb] blow it up [C] to 70 million.
[Gm] Put it on the big screen.
And that's what Eric's songs [Bb] do.
_ [F] Eric taught me that every word, every word in a song matters. _ _
_ Well the good times scratched a laugh from [Bb] the lungs of the young men. _
In a Deadwood saloon, _ _ [C] South Dakota afternoon.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] And the old ones by the door [Bb] with their heads to [F] their chest.
They told [Gm] lies about whiskey _ [C]
on a woman's brain. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Yes and some tell the story of [Dm] young Mickey [F]
Freed.
_ _ [Gm] He lost an eye to a buck deer in the [C] Tongue River Valley. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Yes and some tell the [F] _ story of California [C] Joe.
He sent [G] word that the Black Hills, there was a mountain of gold. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [Dm] the gold she laid [Am] cold [F] [Bb] in her pocket.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] And the sun she sets [Am] down [F] on the tree. _
_ _ [D] And they'll thank the Lord, [Am] thank the Lord [Bb] for this land that they live in.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Where a white man looks like he pleases.
_ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And a man like he pleases.
_ And _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ a man like he pleases. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh _ _ _ _ yeah.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _