Chords for Grandpa Jones - Falling Leaves
Tempo:
152.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
C#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Let a song called Falling Leaves goes like this.
[D]
[G]
By the graveside of this near [C] forgotten man
[C#] On [D] this cold November morning here [G] I stand
Thanking all the friends he lost for [C] love of gold
[C#] This [D] old story through the years has all [G] been told
Falling leaves that lie scattered on [C] the ground
The [C#] [D] birds and flowers that we hear now [G] can't be found
All his friends that he once had are [C] not around
They [D] are scattered like the leaves upon [G] the ground
Some folks drift along through life and [C] never thrift
[A] To [D] the feeling that a good deed brings [G] until
It's too late and they are ready to [C] lie down
[C#] There [D] beneath the leaves that scattered on [G] the ground
[F]
[G] [C]
[C#] [D]
[G]
Lord let my eyes see every need of [C] every man
Make [D] me stop and always tend to [G] help in hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [C] grassy mound
There'll [D] be more friends around than leaves upon [G] the ground
To your grave there's no use taking [C] any gold
You [D] cannot use it when it's time for [G] hands to fold
When you leave it's heard for a better [C] home someday
The [C#] only [D] thing you take is what you [G] gave away
[D]
[G]
By the graveside of this near [C] forgotten man
[C#] On [D] this cold November morning here [G] I stand
Thanking all the friends he lost for [C] love of gold
[C#] This [D] old story through the years has all [G] been told
Falling leaves that lie scattered on [C] the ground
The [C#] [D] birds and flowers that we hear now [G] can't be found
All his friends that he once had are [C] not around
They [D] are scattered like the leaves upon [G] the ground
Some folks drift along through life and [C] never thrift
[A] To [D] the feeling that a good deed brings [G] until
It's too late and they are ready to [C] lie down
[C#] There [D] beneath the leaves that scattered on [G] the ground
[F]
[G] [C]
[C#] [D]
[G]
Lord let my eyes see every need of [C] every man
Make [D] me stop and always tend to [G] help in hand
And when I'm laid beneath that little [C] grassy mound
There'll [D] be more friends around than leaves upon [G] the ground
To your grave there's no use taking [C] any gold
You [D] cannot use it when it's time for [G] hands to fold
When you leave it's heard for a better [C] home someday
The [C#] only [D] thing you take is what you [G] gave away
Key:
G
D
C
C#
A
G
D
C
Let a song called Falling Leaves goes like this.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
By the graveside of this near [C] forgotten _ man _ _
[C#] On [D] this cold November morning here [G] I _ stand _ _ _
Thanking all the friends he lost for [C] love of gold _ _
[C#] This [D] old story through the years has all [G] been told _ _ _ _
Falling leaves that lie scattered on [C] the ground
_ _ The [C#] [D] birds and flowers that we hear now [G] can't be found _ _ _
All his friends that he once had are [C] not _ around _ _
They [D] are scattered like the leaves upon [G] the ground
_ Some _ folks drift along through life and [C] never _ _ _ thrift
[A] To [D] the feeling _ that a good deed brings [G] until _ _ _ _
It's too late and they are ready to [C] lie _ down _ _
[C#] There [D] beneath the leaves that scattered on [G] the ground _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord let my eyes see every need of [C] every man _ _ _
Make [D] me stop and always tend to [G] help in _ hand
_ And when I'm laid beneath that little _ [C] grassy _ mound _ _
There'll [D] be more friends around than leaves upon [G] the _ _ ground _
To your grave there's no use taking _ [C] any gold
_ You [D] cannot use it when it's time for [G] hands to _ fold _ _
When you leave it's heard for a better [C] home someday _ _ _ _
The [C#] only [D] thing you take _ is what you _ [G] gave away
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
By the graveside of this near [C] forgotten _ man _ _
[C#] On [D] this cold November morning here [G] I _ stand _ _ _
Thanking all the friends he lost for [C] love of gold _ _
[C#] This [D] old story through the years has all [G] been told _ _ _ _
Falling leaves that lie scattered on [C] the ground
_ _ The [C#] [D] birds and flowers that we hear now [G] can't be found _ _ _
All his friends that he once had are [C] not _ around _ _
They [D] are scattered like the leaves upon [G] the ground
_ Some _ folks drift along through life and [C] never _ _ _ thrift
[A] To [D] the feeling _ that a good deed brings [G] until _ _ _ _
It's too late and they are ready to [C] lie _ down _ _
[C#] There [D] beneath the leaves that scattered on [G] the ground _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord let my eyes see every need of [C] every man _ _ _
Make [D] me stop and always tend to [G] help in _ hand
_ And when I'm laid beneath that little _ [C] grassy _ mound _ _
There'll [D] be more friends around than leaves upon [G] the _ _ ground _
To your grave there's no use taking _ [C] any gold
_ You [D] cannot use it when it's time for [G] hands to _ fold _ _
When you leave it's heard for a better [C] home someday _ _ _ _
The [C#] only [D] thing you take _ is what you _ [G] gave away
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _