Chords for Hayes Carll - Sake of the Song - 4/13/2016 - Paste Studios, New York, NY
Tempo:
113.8 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Em
F
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[G] [Am]
If you're nobody's business [B] or you're front page [Em] news,
Folk, rock, country, or [Am] delta blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And do it [Em] all for the sake of the [A] song.
[Am] [G] Yeah, [Am] hitchhiking, [Em] bus riding, rental cars, Living rooms, coffee [Am] houses, run-down bars,
Ten thousand people all alone under the [Em] stars, It's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
[B]
[Am] And there's [F] the man who wrote your cheating heart,
Now [Am] he's [Em] lying through [Am] his tooth,
[A] And he [F] plays it on a stolen harp [E] that's soaked in haunted proof.
And [F] there's the one who might be happy, [G] [Am] But for [Em] the [Am] writer's curse,
[G] And [F] she lost the crowd's attention by [E] the forty-second verse.
[Am] And there's the traveling salesman and the girl next door,
[Em] From the empty room to [Am] the third [D] encore, [Am] Less is less until more is more,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of [Am] the song.
[Em]
[G] [Am]
[Em]
[Am] [G] And [F] there's the young man on the marquee, [Am] He's the son of some well-known,
[A] And [F] his father bought the tour bus so he could [E] strike out on his own.
[C] And [F] there's the brooding contradiction, [Am] He's holding [Em]
Van [Am] Gogh's ear,
[F] He's taped it to his guitar [E] in the hopes someone will hear.
[Am] It's black berets and nudie suits, [Em] The next big thing,
Or [Am] give them back to your [A] roots, [Am] High-tops, flannels, or duct-tape boots,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
[Em] [G]
[Am]
[Em]
[Am] [F] And there's the mystic, and there's the legend, [Am] It is the [Em] best it's [Am] ever been.
And [F] there's the voice of a generation, Who [E] won't pass this way again.
[F] And there's record deals, and train seals, [Am] And [Em] puppets on [Am] a string,
[F] And we're all just trying to figure out, [E] What makes the caged bird sing.
[Bm]
[Am] And there's the lights, the camera, [B] On with the show,
A [Em] lifetime to get ready, [Am] Now go, cat, go,
Where it all ends, nobody knows, But [Em] it's all for the [G] sake of [E] the song.
[Am] So if you're nobody's business, Or [Em] you're front-page news,
Or folk-rock country, or [E] delta [Am] blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And [Em] do it all for the sake [F#] of [A] the song.
[Am]
[G] [Am]
If you're nobody's business [B] or you're front page [Em] news,
Folk, rock, country, or [Am] delta blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And do it [Em] all for the sake of the [A] song.
[Am] [G] Yeah, [Am] hitchhiking, [Em] bus riding, rental cars, Living rooms, coffee [Am] houses, run-down bars,
Ten thousand people all alone under the [Em] stars, It's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
[B]
[Am] And there's [F] the man who wrote your cheating heart,
Now [Am] he's [Em] lying through [Am] his tooth,
[A] And he [F] plays it on a stolen harp [E] that's soaked in haunted proof.
And [F] there's the one who might be happy, [G] [Am] But for [Em] the [Am] writer's curse,
[G] And [F] she lost the crowd's attention by [E] the forty-second verse.
[Am] And there's the traveling salesman and the girl next door,
[Em] From the empty room to [Am] the third [D] encore, [Am] Less is less until more is more,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of [Am] the song.
[Em]
[G] [Am]
[Em]
[Am] [G] And [F] there's the young man on the marquee, [Am] He's the son of some well-known,
[A] And [F] his father bought the tour bus so he could [E] strike out on his own.
[C] And [F] there's the brooding contradiction, [Am] He's holding [Em]
Van [Am] Gogh's ear,
[F] He's taped it to his guitar [E] in the hopes someone will hear.
[Am] It's black berets and nudie suits, [Em] The next big thing,
Or [Am] give them back to your [A] roots, [Am] High-tops, flannels, or duct-tape boots,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
[Em] [G]
[Am]
[Em]
[Am] [F] And there's the mystic, and there's the legend, [Am] It is the [Em] best it's [Am] ever been.
And [F] there's the voice of a generation, Who [E] won't pass this way again.
[F] And there's record deals, and train seals, [Am] And [Em] puppets on [Am] a string,
[F] And we're all just trying to figure out, [E] What makes the caged bird sing.
[Bm]
[Am] And there's the lights, the camera, [B] On with the show,
A [Em] lifetime to get ready, [Am] Now go, cat, go,
Where it all ends, nobody knows, But [Em] it's all for the [G] sake of [E] the song.
[Am] So if you're nobody's business, Or [Em] you're front-page news,
Or folk-rock country, or [E] delta [Am] blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And [Em] do it all for the sake [F#] of [A] the song.
[Am]
Key:
Am
Em
F
G
E
Am
Em
F
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ If you're nobody's business [B] or you're front page [Em] news,
_ Folk, rock, country, or [Am] delta blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And do it [Em] all for the sake of the [A] song.
_ _ [Am] _ _ [G] Yeah, [Am] _ hitchhiking, [Em] bus riding, rental cars, Living rooms, coffee [Am] houses, run-down bars,
Ten thousand people all alone under the [Em] stars, It's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
_ [B] _
_ [Am] _ _ And there's [F] the man who wrote your cheating heart,
Now [Am] he's [Em] lying through [Am] his tooth,
[A] And he [F] plays it on a stolen harp [E] that's soaked in haunted proof.
And [F] there's the one who might be happy, [G] _ [Am] But for [Em] the [Am] writer's curse,
[G] And [F] she lost the crowd's attention by [E] the forty-second verse.
_ _ [Am] And there's the traveling salesman and the girl next door,
[Em] From the empty room to [Am] the third [D] encore, [Am] Less is less until more is more,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of [Am] the song. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] And [F] there's the young man on the _ marquee, [Am] He's the son of some well-known,
_ [A] And [F] his father bought the tour bus so he could [E] strike out on his own.
[C] And [F] there's the brooding _ _ contradiction, _ [Am] He's holding [Em]
Van [Am] Gogh's ear,
_ [F] He's taped it to his guitar [E] in the hopes someone will hear.
_ [Am] It's black berets and nudie suits, [Em] The next big thing,
Or [Am] give them back to your [A] roots, [Am] High-tops, flannels, or duct-tape boots,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of the [Am] song. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [F] And there's the mystic, and there's the legend, [Am] It is the [Em] best it's [Am] ever been.
And [F] there's the voice of a _ generation, Who [E] won't pass this way again.
_ _ [F] And there's record deals, and train seals, [Am] And [Em] puppets on [Am] a string,
_ [F] And we're all just trying to figure out, [E] What makes the caged bird sing.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[Am] And there's the lights, the camera, [B] On with the show,
A [Em] lifetime to get ready, [Am] Now go, cat, go,
Where it all ends, nobody knows, But [Em] it's all for the [G] sake of [E] the song. _
_ [Am] _ _ So if you're nobody's business, Or [Em] you're front-page news,
Or folk-rock country, or [E] delta [Am] blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And [Em] do it all for the sake [F#] of [A] the song.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ If you're nobody's business [B] or you're front page [Em] news,
_ Folk, rock, country, or [Am] delta blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And do it [Em] all for the sake of the [A] song.
_ _ [Am] _ _ [G] Yeah, [Am] _ hitchhiking, [Em] bus riding, rental cars, Living rooms, coffee [Am] houses, run-down bars,
Ten thousand people all alone under the [Em] stars, It's all for the sake of the [Am] song.
_ [B] _
_ [Am] _ _ And there's [F] the man who wrote your cheating heart,
Now [Am] he's [Em] lying through [Am] his tooth,
[A] And he [F] plays it on a stolen harp [E] that's soaked in haunted proof.
And [F] there's the one who might be happy, [G] _ [Am] But for [Em] the [Am] writer's curse,
[G] And [F] she lost the crowd's attention by [E] the forty-second verse.
_ _ [Am] And there's the traveling salesman and the girl next door,
[Em] From the empty room to [Am] the third [D] encore, [Am] Less is less until more is more,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of [Am] the song. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] And [F] there's the young man on the _ marquee, [Am] He's the son of some well-known,
_ [A] And [F] his father bought the tour bus so he could [E] strike out on his own.
[C] And [F] there's the brooding _ _ contradiction, _ [Am] He's holding [Em]
Van [Am] Gogh's ear,
_ [F] He's taped it to his guitar [E] in the hopes someone will hear.
_ [Am] It's black berets and nudie suits, [Em] The next big thing,
Or [Am] give them back to your [A] roots, [Am] High-tops, flannels, or duct-tape boots,
And [Em] it's all for the sake of the [Am] song. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [F] And there's the mystic, and there's the legend, [Am] It is the [Em] best it's [Am] ever been.
And [F] there's the voice of a _ generation, Who [E] won't pass this way again.
_ _ [F] And there's record deals, and train seals, [Am] And [Em] puppets on [Am] a string,
_ [F] And we're all just trying to figure out, [E] What makes the caged bird sing.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[Am] And there's the lights, the camera, [B] On with the show,
A [Em] lifetime to get ready, [Am] Now go, cat, go,
Where it all ends, nobody knows, But [Em] it's all for the [G] sake of [E] the song. _
_ [Am] _ _ So if you're nobody's business, Or [Em] you're front-page news,
Or folk-rock country, or [E] delta [Am] blues, Tell your truth however you choose,
And [Em] do it all for the sake [F#] of [A] the song.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _