Chords for Grandpa Jones ~ sweet lips (the battle of Kings Mountain)
Tempo:
114 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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It was back in 81 that [Db] a man named [Ab] Washington was fighting hard for freedom in [Bb] this land.
But [Ab] his men were poor and ragged and [Db] against the British [Ab] gun.
Well, he didn't even [Eb] dare to make a stand.
Old Ferguson was marching toward [Db] the Carolina [Ab] hills, making prags he'd hang a man to [Eb] every tree.
[Bb] But [Ab] the news that he was coming raced [Db] across the mountain [Ab] top, and they heard about [Eb] him over in [Ab] Tennessee.
At the shoulder of old Watonka, where [Db] the sycamores [Ab] grow tall, they rallied around old knoly Chucky [Bb] Jack.
And [Ab] they said, we'll drive the Redcoats [Db] back across the [Ab] brownie deep.
Yes, Bill Licklemore, [Eb] we're never coming [Ab] back.
There was Chucky Jack and Campbell, [Db] Colonel Shelby and [Ab] their band, mountaineers who loved their [Eb] liberty.
[Bb] And [Ab] a lovesick boy named Gillen with [Db] a brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for [Eb] his girl in Tennessee.
Sweet Lips was [Fm] a rifle [Ab] named for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips spoke, [Db] the chains around her broke.
She struck a mighty [Eb] blow for liberty.
[Ab] When they rode across the mountains on [Db] the Carolina [Ab] soil, the Tar Heels with the muskets [Bb] gathered round.
To [Ab] go and hit old Ferguson [Db] before he got to [Ab] them, to hang them all and burn the houses down.
When Ferguson heard the mountain [Db] men were camping [Ab] on his trail, he first began to laugh and [Eb] then to [Bb] scoff.
[Ab] Said, we'll go up on Kings Mountain [Db] and then let the [Ab] rebels come, for the powers of [Bb] hell will never drive me off.
But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, [Db] Colonel Shelby [Ab] and their men, and John Severe, old knoly Chucky Jack.
[Bb]
Well [Ab] they loaded up their rifles [Db] and they clumbed the [Ab] mountainside.
Said, Bill Lickomar, [Eb] we're never [Ab] coming back.
Oh, he blew his silver whistle and [Db] he shouted and [Ab] he cursed, use your bandage to drive the [Bb] rebels back.
But [Eb] the Redcoats never made it far [Db] before they reached [Ab] the line.
The mountain rifle [Eb] dropped them in their tracks.
Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle [Ab] made for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she struck a mighty blow for liberty.
Old Ferguson was dashing [Db] up and down the [Ab] battlefield and it seemed that he must lead a [Eb] life of charm.
For the mountaineers were aiming at [Db] his gaudy [Ab] chicken, but their bullets [Eb] passed him by and [Ab] did no harm.
Then up stepped young John Gillum [Db] with his brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for his girl back [Eb] home, he said.
Well [Ab] I wonder what Sweet Lips can [Db] do and when he took [Ab] his aim, Sweet Lips, [Eb] Wolfgang Ferguson [Ab] fell dead.
Cornwallis heard that Ferguson [Db] and all his men were lost and he said, this place is just too hot [Bb] for me.
So [Ab] he soon went off to Yorktown where [Db] he laid his weapons [Ab] down and ever since [Eb] this country has been [Ab] free.
Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle [Ab] made [Eb] for a girl in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she done it in her part for liberty.
But [Ab] his men were poor and ragged and [Db] against the British [Ab] gun.
Well, he didn't even [Eb] dare to make a stand.
Old Ferguson was marching toward [Db] the Carolina [Ab] hills, making prags he'd hang a man to [Eb] every tree.
[Bb] But [Ab] the news that he was coming raced [Db] across the mountain [Ab] top, and they heard about [Eb] him over in [Ab] Tennessee.
At the shoulder of old Watonka, where [Db] the sycamores [Ab] grow tall, they rallied around old knoly Chucky [Bb] Jack.
And [Ab] they said, we'll drive the Redcoats [Db] back across the [Ab] brownie deep.
Yes, Bill Licklemore, [Eb] we're never coming [Ab] back.
There was Chucky Jack and Campbell, [Db] Colonel Shelby and [Ab] their band, mountaineers who loved their [Eb] liberty.
[Bb] And [Ab] a lovesick boy named Gillen with [Db] a brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for [Eb] his girl in Tennessee.
Sweet Lips was [Fm] a rifle [Ab] named for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips spoke, [Db] the chains around her broke.
She struck a mighty [Eb] blow for liberty.
[Ab] When they rode across the mountains on [Db] the Carolina [Ab] soil, the Tar Heels with the muskets [Bb] gathered round.
To [Ab] go and hit old Ferguson [Db] before he got to [Ab] them, to hang them all and burn the houses down.
When Ferguson heard the mountain [Db] men were camping [Ab] on his trail, he first began to laugh and [Eb] then to [Bb] scoff.
[Ab] Said, we'll go up on Kings Mountain [Db] and then let the [Ab] rebels come, for the powers of [Bb] hell will never drive me off.
But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, [Db] Colonel Shelby [Ab] and their men, and John Severe, old knoly Chucky Jack.
[Bb]
Well [Ab] they loaded up their rifles [Db] and they clumbed the [Ab] mountainside.
Said, Bill Lickomar, [Eb] we're never [Ab] coming back.
Oh, he blew his silver whistle and [Db] he shouted and [Ab] he cursed, use your bandage to drive the [Bb] rebels back.
But [Eb] the Redcoats never made it far [Db] before they reached [Ab] the line.
The mountain rifle [Eb] dropped them in their tracks.
Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle [Ab] made for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she struck a mighty blow for liberty.
Old Ferguson was dashing [Db] up and down the [Ab] battlefield and it seemed that he must lead a [Eb] life of charm.
For the mountaineers were aiming at [Db] his gaudy [Ab] chicken, but their bullets [Eb] passed him by and [Ab] did no harm.
Then up stepped young John Gillum [Db] with his brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for his girl back [Eb] home, he said.
Well [Ab] I wonder what Sweet Lips can [Db] do and when he took [Ab] his aim, Sweet Lips, [Eb] Wolfgang Ferguson [Ab] fell dead.
Cornwallis heard that Ferguson [Db] and all his men were lost and he said, this place is just too hot [Bb] for me.
So [Ab] he soon went off to Yorktown where [Db] he laid his weapons [Ab] down and ever since [Eb] this country has been [Ab] free.
Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle [Ab] made [Eb] for a girl in Tennessee.
[Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she done it in her part for liberty.
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It was back in 81 that [Db] a man named [Ab] Washington was fighting hard for freedom in [Bb] this land.
But [Ab] his men were poor and ragged and [Db] against the British [Ab] gun.
Well, he didn't even [Eb] dare to make a stand.
_ Old Ferguson was marching toward [Db] the Carolina [Ab] hills, making prags he'd hang a man to [Eb] every tree.
[Bb] But [Ab] the news that he was coming raced [Db] across the mountain [Ab] top, and they heard about [Eb] him over in [Ab] Tennessee. _
At the shoulder of old Watonka, where [Db] the sycamores [Ab] grow tall, they rallied around old knoly Chucky [Bb] Jack. _
And [Ab] they said, we'll drive the Redcoats [Db] back across the [Ab] brownie deep.
Yes, Bill Licklemore, [Eb] we're never coming [Ab] back.
There was Chucky Jack and Campbell, [Db] Colonel Shelby and [Ab] their band, mountaineers who loved their [Eb] liberty. _
[Bb] And [Ab] a lovesick boy named Gillen with [Db] a brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for [Eb] his girl in Tennessee. _
_ _ Sweet Lips was [Fm] a rifle _ _ [Ab] named for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
_ _ [Fm] When Sweet Lips spoke, [Db] the chains around her broke.
She struck a mighty [Eb] blow for liberty.
_ [Ab] When they rode across the mountains on [Db] the Carolina [Ab] soil, the Tar Heels with the muskets [Bb] gathered round.
_ To [Ab] go and hit old Ferguson [Db] before he got to [Ab] them, to hang them all and burn the houses down.
When Ferguson heard the mountain [Db] men were camping [Ab] on his trail, he first began to laugh and [Eb] then to [Bb] scoff.
[Ab] Said, we'll go up on Kings Mountain [Db] and then let the [Ab] rebels come, for the powers of [Bb] hell will never drive me off.
_ But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, [Db] Colonel Shelby [Ab] and their men, and John Severe, old knoly Chucky Jack.
[Bb] _
Well [Ab] they loaded up their rifles [Db] and they clumbed the [Ab] mountainside.
Said, Bill Lickomar, [Eb] we're never [Ab] coming back.
Oh, he blew his silver whistle and [Db] he shouted and [Ab] he cursed, use your bandage to drive the [Bb] rebels back.
But [Eb] the Redcoats never made it far [Db] before they reached [Ab] the line.
The mountain rifle [Eb] dropped them in their tracks. _
_ _ Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle _ [Ab] made for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
_ _ [Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she struck a mighty blow for liberty.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Old Ferguson was dashing [Db] up and down the [Ab] battlefield and it seemed that he must lead a [Eb] life of charm.
For the mountaineers were aiming at [Db] his gaudy [Ab] chicken, but their bullets [Eb] passed him by and [Ab] did no harm.
_ Then up stepped young John Gillum [Db] with his brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for his girl back [Eb] home, he said.
Well [Ab] I wonder what Sweet Lips can [Db] do and when he took [Ab] his aim, Sweet Lips, [Eb] Wolfgang Ferguson [Ab] fell dead.
_ Cornwallis heard that Ferguson [Db] and all his men were lost and he said, this place is just too hot [Bb] for me.
So [Ab] he soon went off to Yorktown where [Db] he laid his weapons [Ab] down and ever since [Eb] this country has been [Ab] free.
_ _ Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle _ _ [Ab] made [Eb] for a girl in Tennessee.
_ [Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she done it in her part for liberty. _
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It was back in 81 that [Db] a man named [Ab] Washington was fighting hard for freedom in [Bb] this land.
But [Ab] his men were poor and ragged and [Db] against the British [Ab] gun.
Well, he didn't even [Eb] dare to make a stand.
_ Old Ferguson was marching toward [Db] the Carolina [Ab] hills, making prags he'd hang a man to [Eb] every tree.
[Bb] But [Ab] the news that he was coming raced [Db] across the mountain [Ab] top, and they heard about [Eb] him over in [Ab] Tennessee. _
At the shoulder of old Watonka, where [Db] the sycamores [Ab] grow tall, they rallied around old knoly Chucky [Bb] Jack. _
And [Ab] they said, we'll drive the Redcoats [Db] back across the [Ab] brownie deep.
Yes, Bill Licklemore, [Eb] we're never coming [Ab] back.
There was Chucky Jack and Campbell, [Db] Colonel Shelby and [Ab] their band, mountaineers who loved their [Eb] liberty. _
[Bb] And [Ab] a lovesick boy named Gillen with [Db] a brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for [Eb] his girl in Tennessee. _
_ _ Sweet Lips was [Fm] a rifle _ _ [Ab] named for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
_ _ [Fm] When Sweet Lips spoke, [Db] the chains around her broke.
She struck a mighty [Eb] blow for liberty.
_ [Ab] When they rode across the mountains on [Db] the Carolina [Ab] soil, the Tar Heels with the muskets [Bb] gathered round.
_ To [Ab] go and hit old Ferguson [Db] before he got to [Ab] them, to hang them all and burn the houses down.
When Ferguson heard the mountain [Db] men were camping [Ab] on his trail, he first began to laugh and [Eb] then to [Bb] scoff.
[Ab] Said, we'll go up on Kings Mountain [Db] and then let the [Ab] rebels come, for the powers of [Bb] hell will never drive me off.
_ But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, [Db] Colonel Shelby [Ab] and their men, and John Severe, old knoly Chucky Jack.
[Bb] _
Well [Ab] they loaded up their rifles [Db] and they clumbed the [Ab] mountainside.
Said, Bill Lickomar, [Eb] we're never [Ab] coming back.
Oh, he blew his silver whistle and [Db] he shouted and [Ab] he cursed, use your bandage to drive the [Bb] rebels back.
But [Eb] the Redcoats never made it far [Db] before they reached [Ab] the line.
The mountain rifle [Eb] dropped them in their tracks. _
_ _ Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle _ [Ab] made for a girl [Eb] in Tennessee.
_ _ [Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she struck a mighty blow for liberty.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Old Ferguson was dashing [Db] up and down the [Ab] battlefield and it seemed that he must lead a [Eb] life of charm.
For the mountaineers were aiming at [Db] his gaudy [Ab] chicken, but their bullets [Eb] passed him by and [Ab] did no harm.
_ Then up stepped young John Gillum [Db] with his brand new [Ab] rifle gun, named for his girl back [Eb] home, he said.
Well [Ab] I wonder what Sweet Lips can [Db] do and when he took [Ab] his aim, Sweet Lips, [Eb] Wolfgang Ferguson [Ab] fell dead.
_ Cornwallis heard that Ferguson [Db] and all his men were lost and he said, this place is just too hot [Bb] for me.
So [Ab] he soon went off to Yorktown where [Db] he laid his weapons [Ab] down and ever since [Eb] this country has been [Ab] free.
_ _ Sweet Lips [Fm] was a rifle _ _ [Ab] made [Eb] for a girl in Tennessee.
_ [Fm] When Sweet Lips, [Db] the change that bound her broke, [Ab] she done it in her part for liberty. _
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