Chords for Hoyt Axton - Civil War Songs Medley
Tempo:
140.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Ab
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[C]
There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see.
No [G] other soldier knows her, no soldier, only me.
[C] She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart.
And [F] if I ever [C] find her, [G] we never more will part.
She is the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.
[G] Her eyes are like diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You may [C] talk about your dearest Mae, a sting of rose will be.
But [F] the yellow rose [C] of Texas is [G] the only [C] one for me.
Now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] And we'll sing the songs together that we sung so long ago.
[C] We'll play the banjo daily, and we'll sing the songs of yore.
And the [F] yellow [C] rose of Texas [G] shall be mine [C] forevermore.
[Em]
[C] Now I'm going southward, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] I'm going back to Georgia to find my Uncle Joe.
[C] You may talk about Joe Beauregard, a sting of general wee.
But [F] the gallant [C] hood of Texas [G] played hell in Tennessee.
[Fm] But the [F] gallant [C] hood of Texas played hell [G] in [B] [G] Tennessee.
[C]
[B]
Oh, I am a good old soldier, that's just what I am.
And for this Yankee Nation, I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've [A] done.
I hates the Yankee Nation and [Abm] everything they do.
I hates the Declaration [B] of Independence too.
I hates the glorious Union, it's [E] dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E.
Lee for [E] three years thereabout.
[Abm] Got wounded in four places [C] and I starved at Point Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism of camping in the snow.
[Ab] But I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill [Eb] some more.
[E] Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
[F] They died of southern fever [Ab] and southern stealing shot.
[E] I wish they were three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket [Em] and fight them now [Abm] no more.
[Ab] But I ain't gonna love them, now [Bb] that is certain sure.
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and [Ab] am.
I won't be [Abm]
reconstructed and I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee [G] Nation, I do not [Bb] give a damn.
[C] I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
And I ain't ask any pardon for anything I've done.
[Ab] I ain't ask any pardon [Eb] for anything [Ab] I've done.
[C]
There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see.
No [G] other soldier knows her, no soldier, only me.
[C] She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart.
And [F] if I ever [C] find her, [G] we never more will part.
She is the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.
[G] Her eyes are like diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You may [C] talk about your dearest Mae, a sting of rose will be.
But [F] the yellow rose [C] of Texas is [G] the only [C] one for me.
Now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] And we'll sing the songs together that we sung so long ago.
[C] We'll play the banjo daily, and we'll sing the songs of yore.
And the [F] yellow [C] rose of Texas [G] shall be mine [C] forevermore.
[Em]
[C] Now I'm going southward, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] I'm going back to Georgia to find my Uncle Joe.
[C] You may talk about Joe Beauregard, a sting of general wee.
But [F] the gallant [C] hood of Texas [G] played hell in Tennessee.
[Fm] But the [F] gallant [C] hood of Texas played hell [G] in [B] [G] Tennessee.
[C]
[B]
Oh, I am a good old soldier, that's just what I am.
And for this Yankee Nation, I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've [A] done.
I hates the Yankee Nation and [Abm] everything they do.
I hates the Declaration [B] of Independence too.
I hates the glorious Union, it's [E] dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E.
Lee for [E] three years thereabout.
[Abm] Got wounded in four places [C] and I starved at Point Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism of camping in the snow.
[Ab] But I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill [Eb] some more.
[E] Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
[F] They died of southern fever [Ab] and southern stealing shot.
[E] I wish they were three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket [Em] and fight them now [Abm] no more.
[Ab] But I ain't gonna love them, now [Bb] that is certain sure.
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and [Ab] am.
I won't be [Abm]
reconstructed and I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee [G] Nation, I do not [Bb] give a damn.
[C] I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
And I ain't ask any pardon for anything I've done.
[Ab] I ain't ask any pardon [Eb] for anything [Ab] I've done.
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's a yellow rose in Texas _ that I am going to see.
No [G] other soldier knows her, no soldier, only me. _
[C] She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart.
_ And [F] if I ever [C] find her, [G] we never more will part.
_ She is the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.
[G] Her eyes are like _ diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You may [C] talk about your dearest Mae, a sting of rose will be.
But [F] the yellow rose [C] of Texas is [G] the only [C] one for me.
_ _ _ _ _ Now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] And we'll sing the songs together _ that we sung so long ago.
_ [C] We'll play the banjo daily, and we'll sing the songs of yore.
And the [F] yellow [C] rose of Texas _ [G] shall be mine _ _ [C] forevermore.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _
[C] Now I'm going _ southward, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] I'm going back to Georgia to find my Uncle Joe.
[C] You may talk about Joe _ Beauregard, a sting of general wee.
But [F] the gallant [C] hood of Texas [G] played hell in _ Tennessee.
_ [Fm] But the [F] gallant [C] hood of Texas _ played hell [G] in _ _ _ [B] _ _ [G] _ Tennessee.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, I am a good old soldier, that's just what I am.
And for this Yankee Nation, I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've [A] done.
I hates the Yankee Nation and [Abm] everything they do.
I hates the Declaration [B] of Independence too.
I hates the glorious Union, it's [E] dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E.
Lee for [E] three years thereabout. _
[Abm] Got wounded in four places [C] and I starved at Point Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism of camping in the snow.
[Ab] But I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill [Eb] some more.
[E] Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
[F] They died of southern fever [Ab] and southern stealing shot.
[E] I wish they were three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket [Em] and fight them now [Abm] no more.
[Ab] But I ain't gonna love them, now [Bb] that is certain sure.
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and [Ab] am.
I won't be [Abm] _
reconstructed and I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee [G] Nation, I do not [Bb] give a damn.
[C] I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
And I ain't ask any pardon for anything I've done.
[Ab] I ain't ask any pardon _ [Eb] _ for anything [Ab] I've done. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's a yellow rose in Texas _ that I am going to see.
No [G] other soldier knows her, no soldier, only me. _
[C] She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart.
_ And [F] if I ever [C] find her, [G] we never more will part.
_ She is the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.
[G] Her eyes are like _ diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You may [C] talk about your dearest Mae, a sting of rose will be.
But [F] the yellow rose [C] of Texas is [G] the only [C] one for me.
_ _ _ _ _ Now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] And we'll sing the songs together _ that we sung so long ago.
_ [C] We'll play the banjo daily, and we'll sing the songs of yore.
And the [F] yellow [C] rose of Texas _ [G] shall be mine _ _ [C] forevermore.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _
[C] Now I'm going _ southward, for my heart is full of woe.
[G] I'm going back to Georgia to find my Uncle Joe.
[C] You may talk about Joe _ Beauregard, a sting of general wee.
But [F] the gallant [C] hood of Texas [G] played hell in _ Tennessee.
_ [Fm] But the [F] gallant [C] hood of Texas _ played hell [G] in _ _ _ [B] _ _ [G] _ Tennessee.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, I am a good old soldier, that's just what I am.
And for this Yankee Nation, I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've [A] done.
I hates the Yankee Nation and [Abm] everything they do.
I hates the Declaration [B] of Independence too.
I hates the glorious Union, it's [E] dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E.
Lee for [E] three years thereabout. _
[Abm] Got wounded in four places [C] and I starved at Point Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism of camping in the snow.
[Ab] But I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill [Eb] some more.
[E] Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
[F] They died of southern fever [Ab] and southern stealing shot.
[E] I wish they were three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket [Em] and fight them now [Abm] no more.
[Ab] But I ain't gonna love them, now [Bb] that is certain sure.
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and [Ab] am.
I won't be [Abm] _
reconstructed and I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee [G] Nation, I do not [Bb] give a damn.
[C] I'm glad I fought again, I only wish we'd won.
And I ain't ask any pardon for anything I've done.
[Ab] I ain't ask any pardon _ [Eb] _ for anything [Ab] I've done. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _