Chords for Frank Fairfield - Rye Whiskey (Live on KEXP)

Is it fair to say you just weren't made for these times, Frank?
Is it?
Oh, I don't know.
I think everything's just as it should be. _
_ _ [Bb] Well, uh, for some reason I don't play this song very often, but I always hope [G] to.
It's the Rye Whiskey.
Also known as the Drunkard's [Bb] Hiccups, and there are all kinds [G] of different names. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ If the river was whiskey and I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom, I'd never come up.
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, I know you from old.
[Cm] You'd rob [G] my poor pocket of silver and [C] gold.
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_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ If the river was whiskey and the bank's poured with wine, you'd see me invading just any old time.
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, I know you from old.
You'd rob my poor pocket of silver and gold. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Oh, they put me in that jailhouse, my face to the wall.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey was the cause of it all.
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, I know you from [Cm] old.
You'd rob my poor [G] pocket of silver and gold.
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_ _ Oh, it's cornbread when I'm hungry, cold whiskey when I'm dry.
Oh, it's dark when I'm hot, religion when I die.
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, I know you from old.
You'd rob my poor pocket of silver and gold. _
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There's so many songs that you can say was built upon one thing or another.
Take a piece here, take a piece there.
Very similar to a lot of the verses of John Hardy, and a lot of these musicologists thought that John Henry and John Hardy was the same man.
Essentially all these songs are, you can try to trace them back as much as you want, and then you just confuse yourself.
They've lived forever, haven't they?
Yeah, I think so.
I don't think anybody really makes this stuff up.
It's always piecing together things.
That oral tradition goes way back.
Yeah, I guess so.
I don't even know if it has that much to do with tradition.
I think it's just people do whatever they feel like doing.
A lot of the stuff just gets mished and mashed, and that's the beautiful thing about America.
You've got so many cultures getting mished and mashed.
You've got the Spaniards and the French and all the British Isles and the natives and the Africans and everything.
Just for better or for worse, everyone ended up over here, and a lot of beautiful things happened.
How many songs do you know, do you think?
Oh, I don't know.
I have a friend that always likes to claim he knows thousands and thousands, including Old MacDonald and all kinds of—
so songs that I actually sing, I don't know.
Maybe _ _ a few hundred at least. _ _ _ _ _ _