Chords for Ian Tyson: Alberta's Child
Tempo:
81.85 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
D#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
Well, the mobiles are down in Texas,
True Copenhagen,
Wash it all down [E] with their cools.
Ain't a bit bashful about speaking their minds,
They'll tell you what's theirs [F#] and what's yours.
[B] They're way along in the village,
They're on about half the state,
[A] [B] Sing of the glory [E] of the fallen song.
Talk about your lovin' and your [F#] [D#m] fightin',
While the rain before [G#m]
arrives,
[E] The whole thing takes [F#] a whole [B] show long.
Ride with me, Jesus, help me [F#] pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] [B]
Well, up north is the saddled Bronx and its
Hockey and the honky-tonk.
Old Wilk Carter, [E] 78's,
He don't love dumb stuff like chores,
When it's twenty below.
Oh, there's a thing about a country [F#] boy,
He's
[B] too much damn wind,
And not enough whiskey,
Drives them old boys [E] flat wild.
And he may go [F#] to hell,
[D#m] Or even [G#m]
Vancouver,
[C#m] He'll always [F#] be [B] Alpert's child.
Yes, he will.
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] [B]
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions further [F#] down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev [E]-I!
[B] [E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [N]
Well, the mobiles are down in Texas,
True Copenhagen,
Wash it all down [E] with their cools.
Ain't a bit bashful about speaking their minds,
They'll tell you what's theirs [F#] and what's yours.
[B] They're way along in the village,
They're on about half the state,
[A] [B] Sing of the glory [E] of the fallen song.
Talk about your lovin' and your [F#] [D#m] fightin',
While the rain before [G#m]
arrives,
[E] The whole thing takes [F#] a whole [B] show long.
Ride with me, Jesus, help me [F#] pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] [B]
Well, up north is the saddled Bronx and its
Hockey and the honky-tonk.
Old Wilk Carter, [E] 78's,
He don't love dumb stuff like chores,
When it's twenty below.
Oh, there's a thing about a country [F#] boy,
He's
[B] too much damn wind,
And not enough whiskey,
Drives them old boys [E] flat wild.
And he may go [F#] to hell,
[D#m] Or even [G#m]
Vancouver,
[C#m] He'll always [F#] be [B] Alpert's child.
Yes, he will.
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] [B]
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E]
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions further [F#] down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev [E]-I!
[B] [E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [N]
Key:
B
E
F#
D#m
G#m
B
E
F#
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the mobiles are down in Texas,
True Copenhagen,
Wash it all down [E] with their cools. _ _
_ Ain't a bit bashful about speaking their minds,
They'll tell you what's theirs [F#] and what's yours.
[B] They're way along in the village,
They're on about half the state,
[A] _ [B] Sing of the glory [E] of the fallen song. _
Talk about your lovin' and your [F#] _ [D#m] fightin',
While the rain before [G#m]
arrives,
[E] The whole thing takes [F#] a whole [B] show long. _
_ Ride with me, Jesus, help me [F#] pull this heavy load.
_ Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ Well, up north is the saddled Bronx and its
Hockey and the honky-tonk.
Old Wilk Carter, _ [E] 78's,
He don't love dumb stuff like chores,
When it's twenty below.
Oh, there's a thing _ about a country [F#] boy,
He's _
_ [B] too much damn wind,
And not enough whiskey,
_ Drives them old boys [E] flat wild.
And he may go [F#] to hell,
[D#m] Or even [G#m]
Vancouver,
[C#m] He'll always [F#] be [B] Alpert's child.
Yes, he will.
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
_ Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions further [F#] down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev [E]-I!
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the mobiles are down in Texas,
True Copenhagen,
Wash it all down [E] with their cools. _ _
_ Ain't a bit bashful about speaking their minds,
They'll tell you what's theirs [F#] and what's yours.
[B] They're way along in the village,
They're on about half the state,
[A] _ [B] Sing of the glory [E] of the fallen song. _
Talk about your lovin' and your [F#] _ [D#m] fightin',
While the rain before [G#m]
arrives,
[E] The whole thing takes [F#] a whole [B] show long. _
_ Ride with me, Jesus, help me [F#] pull this heavy load.
_ Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ Well, up north is the saddled Bronx and its
Hockey and the honky-tonk.
Old Wilk Carter, _ [E] 78's,
He don't love dumb stuff like chores,
When it's twenty below.
Oh, there's a thing _ about a country [F#] boy,
He's _
_ [B] too much damn wind,
And not enough whiskey,
_ Drives them old boys [E] flat wild.
And he may go [F#] to hell,
[D#m] Or even [G#m]
Vancouver,
[C#m] He'll always [F#] be [B] Alpert's child.
Yes, he will.
Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions [F#] further down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev-I!
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ Ride with me, Jesus, help [F#] me pull this heavy load.
_ Don't let her slip, don't let [B] her slide,
[E] _
[F#] [B] To answer all our questions further [F#] down this muddy road.
Oh, cowboys, call the great [B] Dev-I.
Dev [E]-I!
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _