Chords for Folk Alley Sessions: Charlie Parr - "Delia"
Tempo:
87.925 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
Dear [A] you, [E] dear you, how can it be?
Gonna be one more round of home.
Dear you, [A] dear you, she [E] said I'm all alone.
rounders is gonna pay my way back home.
round of home.
Dear you, it was a gambler, she rambled all around.
Gonna be one more round of home.
Dear [A] you, [E] dear you, how can it be?
Gonna be one more round of home.
Dear you, [A] dear you, she [E] said I'm all alone.
rounders is gonna pay my way back home.
round of home.
Dear you, it was a gambler, she rambled all around.
Gonna be one more round of home.
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Dear [A] you, [E] dear you, how can it be?
[A] You say you love [E] the old rounders, but you never will love me. _
Gonna be one more round of home. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Dear you, [A] dear you, she [E] said I'm all alone.
One of the old rounders is gonna pay my way back home.
_ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Dear you, it was a gambler, she rambled all around.
She was one girl, never let that deal go down.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _
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I climbed up on a high-stop, I got as high as I could be.
You say you love the old rounders, but you never will love me.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
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_ Kenny looking high, Kenny looking low, well he shot, pulled you down.
With that hateful 44, _ _ gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
You're a retired carriage and a double-seated hack.
[A] [E] Take you to the graveyard, never gonna bring you back.
_ _ One more round of home.
_ _ _ _ Dear his mother [A] weeps, [E] dear his father moans.
And they wouldn't have hated us so bad if the child had died at home.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _
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_ Kenny's in the jailhouse, he's drinking out of a silver cup.
[A] This [E] graveyard ain't never gonna get up.
_ _ One more round of home.
_ _ _ He says [A] jailor, jailor, [E] how can I [A] sleep when all around [E] my bed at night I hear
little Delia's feet cry.
One more round of home.
_ _ _ _ _ Well _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ that judge said to Kenny, I'll tell you how it's gonna be son.
I'm gonna hang your body up and set your spirit free.
_ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
Dear, dear, how can it be, say a little rounder
but you never will love me.
_ _ _ [A] One more round [E] of home.
_ _ _ Gonna be one more round of home.
_ _ And it's all I got is gun. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Dear [A] you, [E] dear you, how can it be?
[A] You say you love [E] the old rounders, but you never will love me. _
Gonna be one more round of home. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Dear you, [A] dear you, she [E] said I'm all alone.
One of the old rounders is gonna pay my way back home.
_ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Dear you, it was a gambler, she rambled all around.
She was one girl, never let that deal go down.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I climbed up on a high-stop, I got as high as I could be.
You say you love the old rounders, but you never will love me.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Kenny looking high, Kenny looking low, well he shot, pulled you down.
With that hateful 44, _ _ gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
You're a retired carriage and a double-seated hack.
[A] [E] Take you to the graveyard, never gonna bring you back.
_ _ One more round of home.
_ _ _ _ Dear his mother [A] weeps, [E] dear his father moans.
And they wouldn't have hated us so bad if the child had died at home.
_ _ Gonna be one more round of home. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Kenny's in the jailhouse, he's drinking out of a silver cup.
[A] This [E] graveyard ain't never gonna get up.
_ _ One more round of home.
_ _ _ He says [A] jailor, jailor, [E] how can I [A] sleep when all around [E] my bed at night I hear
little Delia's feet cry.
One more round of home.
_ _ _ _ _ Well _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ that judge said to Kenny, I'll tell you how it's gonna be son.
I'm gonna hang your body up and set your spirit free.
_ Gonna be one more round of home. _ _ _ _
Dear, dear, how can it be, say a little rounder
but you never will love me.
_ _ _ [A] One more round [E] of home.
_ _ _ Gonna be one more round of home.
_ _ And it's all I got is gun. _ _ _ _ _
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