Chords for Home on The Range | Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-ooo | Alameda Slim (HD)
Tempo:
121.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Maybe I'm stuck.
Look out!
[Em] [A] [Am] [A]
[D]
[Dm] It's payback time.
[G] Cover me!
With what?
[Gm] Harry Slam!
Quiet you [Bb] fools, we've got work to do.
[A] Now listen up.
[Dm] There are crooks in this here West,
[F] who have claimed to be the best.
[G] And they think they wrote the [Bb] book,
How to [Dm] Wrestle.
Well as good as they may [F] be,
Not a one's as good as me.
And [G] I barely have [Gm] to move a single [Bb] muscle.
They call me mean.
[Gm] Boys [Dm] depraved of nasty-tube.
And [Bb] they say,
Boy, [C] the cruelest thing I do.
You see,
[F] I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
The sweetest [C] way of wrestling [F] yet devised.
Cause when I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
[Dm] Why lookie how [G] them cows [C] get [G] [B] hypnotized.
[C] [F] He don't frog, [Bb] he don't kill.
[D] Still he drives them [Gm] doggies well.
Which ain't [G] easy when your chaps are labeled.
[D] [C] XXXXL
[F] And here looking [Bb] from above,
[F] I'm one of you.
I sure can your [C] little little [F] idol.
Your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
Your [C] little little [F]
[C] idol.
Here we go boys!
[F] Five thousand cattle in [C] the side.
Hi-ya!
[F] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[Cm] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[F]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[C] [F] [Db]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um
[Ebm] [Db] [E]
[B] [E] [Abm] [E]
[B] [E] [Gbm] [E] [G]
[C] [D] [G] [C]-da.
[G]
Maggie, [C] this is Calloway.
[G] A sound that [D] cattle truly [G] take to heart.
Yack!
[C] [G] And [Em]
smack my [A] big old [D] belly hard.
[Dm] [G] He don't blow, [C] not a chance.
[E] He just puts them [Am] in a trance.
He's a [Bm] [C] pioneer,
Pied [A] piper,
And ten [D] gallon underpants.
[G]
[C] [G] Thanks to my
Your [D] little little [G] idol.
[Am] [G]
[D] [Em] [A] [D] Your little little [G] idol.
Look out!
[Em] [A] [Am] [A]
[D]
[Dm] It's payback time.
[G] Cover me!
With what?
[Gm] Harry Slam!
Quiet you [Bb] fools, we've got work to do.
[A] Now listen up.
[Dm] There are crooks in this here West,
[F] who have claimed to be the best.
[G] And they think they wrote the [Bb] book,
How to [Dm] Wrestle.
Well as good as they may [F] be,
Not a one's as good as me.
And [G] I barely have [Gm] to move a single [Bb] muscle.
They call me mean.
[Gm] Boys [Dm] depraved of nasty-tube.
And [Bb] they say,
Boy, [C] the cruelest thing I do.
You see,
[F] I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
The sweetest [C] way of wrestling [F] yet devised.
Cause when I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
[Dm] Why lookie how [G] them cows [C] get [G] [B] hypnotized.
[C] [F] He don't frog, [Bb] he don't kill.
[D] Still he drives them [Gm] doggies well.
Which ain't [G] easy when your chaps are labeled.
[D] [C] XXXXL
[F] And here looking [Bb] from above,
[F] I'm one of you.
I sure can your [C] little little [F] idol.
Your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
Your [C] little little [F]
[C] idol.
Here we go boys!
[F] Five thousand cattle in [C] the side.
Hi-ya!
[F] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[Cm] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[F]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[C] [F] [Db]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um
[Ebm] [Db] [E]
[B] [E] [Abm] [E]
[B] [E] [Gbm] [E] [G]
[C] [D] [G] [C]-da.
[G]
Maggie, [C] this is Calloway.
[G] A sound that [D] cattle truly [G] take to heart.
Yack!
[C] [G] And [Em]
smack my [A] big old [D] belly hard.
[Dm] [G] He don't blow, [C] not a chance.
[E] He just puts them [Am] in a trance.
He's a [Bm] [C] pioneer,
Pied [A] piper,
And ten [D] gallon underpants.
[G]
[C] [G] Thanks to my
Your [D] little little [G] idol.
[Am] [G]
[D] [Em] [A] [D] Your little little [G] idol.
Key:
C
G
F
D
Bb
C
G
F
_ [C] _ Maybe I'm stuck.
Look out!
[Em] _ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] It's payback time.
[G] Cover me!
With what?
[Gm] Harry Slam!
Quiet you [Bb] fools, we've got work to do.
[A] Now listen up.
[Dm] There are crooks in this here West,
[F] who have claimed to be the best.
[G] And they think they wrote the [Bb] book,
How to [Dm] Wrestle.
_ Well as good as they may [F] be,
Not a one's as good as me.
And [G] I barely have [Gm] to move a single [Bb] muscle.
_ They call me mean.
[Gm] Boys [Dm] depraved of nasty-tube.
And [Bb] they say,
_ Boy, [C] the cruelest thing I do.
You see,
[F] I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
_ _ The sweetest [C] way of wrestling [F] yet devised.
Cause when I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
_ _ [Dm] Why lookie how [G] them cows [C] get [G] [B] hypnotized.
[C] [F] He don't frog, [Bb] he don't kill.
[D] Still he drives them [Gm] doggies well.
Which ain't [G] easy when your chaps are labeled.
[D] _ [C] XXXXL
[F] And here looking [Bb] from above,
[F] I'm one of you.
I sure can your [C] little little [F] idol.
Your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
Your [C] little little [F] _
_ _ [C] idol.
Here we go boys!
[F] Five thousand cattle in [C] the side.
Hi-ya!
[F] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[Cm] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[F]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Db]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Gbm] _ [E] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ [D] _ _ [G] [C]-da.
_ [G]
Maggie, [C] this is Calloway.
[G] _ _ _ A sound that [D] cattle truly [G] take to heart.
Yack!
_ [C] _ [G] And _ _ _ [Em]
smack my [A] big old [D] belly hard.
[Dm] _ [G] He don't blow, [C] not a chance.
[E] He just puts them [Am] in a trance.
He's a [Bm] [C] pioneer,
Pied [A] piper,
And ten [D] gallon underpants.
[G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Thanks to my
Your [D] little little [G] idol.
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] [D] Your little little [G] idol. _ _ _
Look out!
[Em] _ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] It's payback time.
[G] Cover me!
With what?
[Gm] Harry Slam!
Quiet you [Bb] fools, we've got work to do.
[A] Now listen up.
[Dm] There are crooks in this here West,
[F] who have claimed to be the best.
[G] And they think they wrote the [Bb] book,
How to [Dm] Wrestle.
_ Well as good as they may [F] be,
Not a one's as good as me.
And [G] I barely have [Gm] to move a single [Bb] muscle.
_ They call me mean.
[Gm] Boys [Dm] depraved of nasty-tube.
And [Bb] they say,
_ Boy, [C] the cruelest thing I do.
You see,
[F] I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
_ _ The sweetest [C] way of wrestling [F] yet devised.
Cause when I'm your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
_ _ [Dm] Why lookie how [G] them cows [C] get [G] [B] hypnotized.
[C] [F] He don't frog, [Bb] he don't kill.
[D] Still he drives them [Gm] doggies well.
Which ain't [G] easy when your chaps are labeled.
[D] _ [C] XXXXL
[F] And here looking [Bb] from above,
[F] I'm one of you.
I sure can your [C] little little [F] idol.
Your [Bb] little little [F] idol.
Your [C] little little [F] _
_ _ [C] idol.
Here we go boys!
[F] Five thousand cattle in [C] the side.
Hi-ya!
[F] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[Cm] Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[F]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um-da.
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Db]
Yoddle-om-daddle-ay-um _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Gbm] _ [E] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ [D] _ _ [G] [C]-da.
_ [G]
Maggie, [C] this is Calloway.
[G] _ _ _ A sound that [D] cattle truly [G] take to heart.
Yack!
_ [C] _ [G] And _ _ _ [Em]
smack my [A] big old [D] belly hard.
[Dm] _ [G] He don't blow, [C] not a chance.
[E] He just puts them [Am] in a trance.
He's a [Bm] [C] pioneer,
Pied [A] piper,
And ten [D] gallon underpants.
[G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Thanks to my
Your [D] little little [G] idol.
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] [D] Your little little [G] idol. _ _ _