Chords for Florida Mass Choir - He's A Battle Axe
Tempo:
123.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
Abm
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And ever since I was a little boy, I remember this young man that you see coming up here on this crutch.
His name is Deacon Ulysses Saffold.
He's a deacon and a member of the Mount Moriah Primitive Baptist Church in Tampa.
But Deacon Saffold's gonna lead us in a hymn.
Say amen.
And don't wait for no key because there used to not be a piano.
And if anybody here know what I'm talking about, then you'll know that we're in our element.
Here's a little piece of this.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
You can't do like Jesus did.
Not a mumbling word.
He's a walking slave and raised him from the dead.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[Abm]
Going down to that river.
[Gm]
Gonna stand there like a man.
[B] Hundred bucks for my four bed.
Off to my side and stick the end of gold in sand.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[Em] He's a [B] battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a
[Bm]
[B]
-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[E] Note my gun with the holy grail.
And I pulled my sacred [B] crown.
King Jesus is my [Bb] captain.
And I [Db] shoot for sailing quay.
He's a battle-a [Gm]-lite.
[Db]
[B] He's a battle-a-lite.
[Bb]
[B]
[E]
He's a slave.
Come on, shoot me in red.
Three lines out of the wheel.
[B] One laid down.
[N]
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
I've spent my long weather.
If I know, set for me.
Oh, where's the time I go?
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
Oh, no.
[Bb]
[B]
[E] [B]
[Abm] [G] [E] [Gb] [B]
[Abm]
[E] [Bm]
[B]
[Gb]
[B]
His name is Deacon Ulysses Saffold.
He's a deacon and a member of the Mount Moriah Primitive Baptist Church in Tampa.
But Deacon Saffold's gonna lead us in a hymn.
Say amen.
And don't wait for no key because there used to not be a piano.
And if anybody here know what I'm talking about, then you'll know that we're in our element.
Here's a little piece of this.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
You can't do like Jesus did.
Not a mumbling word.
He's a walking slave and raised him from the dead.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[Abm]
Going down to that river.
[Gm]
Gonna stand there like a man.
[B] Hundred bucks for my four bed.
Off to my side and stick the end of gold in sand.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[Em] He's a [B] battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a
[Bm]
[B]
-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
[E] Note my gun with the holy grail.
And I pulled my sacred [B] crown.
King Jesus is my [Bb] captain.
And I [Db] shoot for sailing quay.
He's a battle-a [Gm]-lite.
[Db]
[B] He's a battle-a-lite.
[Bb]
[B]
[E]
He's a slave.
Come on, shoot me in red.
Three lines out of the wheel.
[B] One laid down.
[N]
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
I've spent my long weather.
If I know, set for me.
Oh, where's the time I go?
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
Oh, no.
[Bb]
[B]
[E] [B]
[Abm] [G] [E] [Gb] [B]
[Abm]
[E] [Bm]
[B]
[Gb]
[B]
Key:
B
E
Abm
Bb
Gm
B
E
Abm
_ _ And ever since I was a little boy, I remember this young man that you see coming up here on this crutch. _
His name is Deacon Ulysses Saffold. _
_ He's a deacon and a member of the Mount Moriah Primitive Baptist Church in Tampa.
_ But Deacon Saffold's gonna lead us in a hymn.
_ Say amen.
_ And don't wait for no key because there used to not be a piano.
_ And if anybody here know what I'm talking about, then you'll know that we're in our element.
Here's a little piece of this. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite.
_ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You can't do like Jesus did.
Not a mumbling word.
_ _ _ _ He's a walking _ _ _ _ _ slave and _ raised him from the dead.
He's a battle-a-lite.
_ _ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
Going down to that river.
[Gm] _
Gonna stand there like a man.
[B] _ Hundred bucks for my four bed.
Off to my side and stick the end of gold in sand.
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _
[Em] _ He's a [B] battle-a-lite. _
_ _ _ He's a battle-a _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ -lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's _ a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Note my gun with the holy grail.
And I pulled my sacred [B] _ crown. _
King Jesus is my [Bb] captain.
And I [Db] shoot for sailing _ quay.
He's a battle-a [Gm]-lite.
_ _ [Db] _ _
[B] He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
He's a slave.
Come on, shoot me in red.
Three lines out of the wheel.
[B] One laid down.
_ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I've spent my _ _ _ long weather.
If I know, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ set for me.
Oh, where's the time I go?
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _
Oh, no. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [Abm] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
His name is Deacon Ulysses Saffold. _
_ He's a deacon and a member of the Mount Moriah Primitive Baptist Church in Tampa.
_ But Deacon Saffold's gonna lead us in a hymn.
_ Say amen.
_ And don't wait for no key because there used to not be a piano.
_ And if anybody here know what I'm talking about, then you'll know that we're in our element.
Here's a little piece of this. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite.
_ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You can't do like Jesus did.
Not a mumbling word.
_ _ _ _ He's a walking _ _ _ _ _ slave and _ raised him from the dead.
He's a battle-a-lite.
_ _ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
Going down to that river.
[Gm] _
Gonna stand there like a man.
[B] _ Hundred bucks for my four bed.
Off to my side and stick the end of gold in sand.
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _
[Em] _ He's a [B] battle-a-lite. _
_ _ _ He's a battle-a _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ -lite.
He's a battle-a-lite.
He's _ a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Note my gun with the holy grail.
And I pulled my sacred [B] _ crown. _
King Jesus is my [Bb] captain.
And I [Db] shoot for sailing _ quay.
He's a battle-a [Gm]-lite.
_ _ [Db] _ _
[B] He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
He's a slave.
Come on, shoot me in red.
Three lines out of the wheel.
[B] One laid down.
_ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I've spent my _ _ _ long weather.
If I know, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ set for me.
Oh, where's the time I go?
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _ _ _
He's a battle-a-lite. _
Oh, no. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [Abm] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _