Chords for James McMurtry - Copper Canteen - 2/5/2018 - Paste Studios - New York - NY
Tempo:
115.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em]
[D] Honey, don't you be yelling [G] at me when I'm [D] cleaning my [G] gun.
[D] [Em]
[D] I'll wash the blood [G] off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[D] [Em]
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G]
and I'd like to [D] kill one more [Em] doe.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [A] So [D] I'll shovel [A] the sidewalk [G] again, [D] cause you're still in a [G] stew.
[D] [Em] [G] Now [D] Beth, the bridge [C#] tender's widow, [G] won't mind [A] that I can't [Gm] please [D] you.
[Em] [G]
She sure got the run of the [A] men, [D] out here where the [Em] pickings have been, and [G] there's not [D] much to do.
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[Bm] I woke up last night in the grip [D] of a fright, scared [G] to breathe, for I might make a noise.
[Bm] This life that we crave is so little we save, [Gm] between the grandparents' graves [A] and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew [D] up hard, [G] and our children [Dm] don't know what [G] that means.
[D]
[Em] [G] We turned into [D] our parents [G] before [D] we were out of [G] our teens, [D]
[Em] [G] through a series of Chevys [A] and Fords.
[G] The occasional [D] spin [Em] round the floor at the copper [D] canteen.
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[A]
[D] Now the big boxes out [G] on the bypass [D] are shaving [G] us thin.
[D] [Em] [G] I guess we can hold [D] on a couple more [G] years, [D] till the pension [G] kicks in.
[D] [Em] Then [G] we'll sell [D] all the stock [A] in the store, [D] leave only [C#] the lock [G] on the door, and wonder [D] what then.
[G]
[D] [Em] [Bm] And when I wake up at night in the grip of [D] a fright, and [G] you hold me so tight to your chest,
and [Bm] your breath on my skin still pulls me [D] back in, till [G] I'm weightless [D] and then I [A] can rest.
So [D] if Monsignor should pull you [G] aside as [D] you're leaving the [G] church,
[D] [Em] [G] and I'm out [D] on the [G] ice dropping lines for [D] the wall-eye [G] and perch,
[D] [Em] [G] tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold, [G] and I'd rather [D] stand out [Em] in the cold.
And honey, [D] I know the [G] woodpile's low [D] and we can't [G] close the flue,
[D] [Em] [D] so I'll split up a couple more [G] cords [D] for the [G] wintertime is through.
[D] [Em] [G] Hold on to your rosary [A] beads, [D] leave me to my mischievous [Em] deeds like we [D] always do.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[N]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em]
[D] Honey, don't you be yelling [G] at me when I'm [D] cleaning my [G] gun.
[D] [Em]
[D] I'll wash the blood [G] off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[D] [Em]
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G]
and I'd like to [D] kill one more [Em] doe.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [A] So [D] I'll shovel [A] the sidewalk [G] again, [D] cause you're still in a [G] stew.
[D] [Em] [G] Now [D] Beth, the bridge [C#] tender's widow, [G] won't mind [A] that I can't [Gm] please [D] you.
[Em] [G]
She sure got the run of the [A] men, [D] out here where the [Em] pickings have been, and [G] there's not [D] much to do.
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[Bm] I woke up last night in the grip [D] of a fright, scared [G] to breathe, for I might make a noise.
[Bm] This life that we crave is so little we save, [Gm] between the grandparents' graves [A] and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew [D] up hard, [G] and our children [Dm] don't know what [G] that means.
[D]
[Em] [G] We turned into [D] our parents [G] before [D] we were out of [G] our teens, [D]
[Em] [G] through a series of Chevys [A] and Fords.
[G] The occasional [D] spin [Em] round the floor at the copper [D] canteen.
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[A]
[D] Now the big boxes out [G] on the bypass [D] are shaving [G] us thin.
[D] [Em] [G] I guess we can hold [D] on a couple more [G] years, [D] till the pension [G] kicks in.
[D] [Em] Then [G] we'll sell [D] all the stock [A] in the store, [D] leave only [C#] the lock [G] on the door, and wonder [D] what then.
[G]
[D] [Em] [Bm] And when I wake up at night in the grip of [D] a fright, and [G] you hold me so tight to your chest,
and [Bm] your breath on my skin still pulls me [D] back in, till [G] I'm weightless [D] and then I [A] can rest.
So [D] if Monsignor should pull you [G] aside as [D] you're leaving the [G] church,
[D] [Em] [G] and I'm out [D] on the [G] ice dropping lines for [D] the wall-eye [G] and perch,
[D] [Em] [G] tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold, [G] and I'd rather [D] stand out [Em] in the cold.
And honey, [D] I know the [G] woodpile's low [D] and we can't [G] close the flue,
[D] [Em] [D] so I'll split up a couple more [G] cords [D] for the [G] wintertime is through.
[D] [Em] [G] Hold on to your rosary [A] beads, [D] leave me to my mischievous [Em] deeds like we [D] always do.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[N]
Key:
D
G
Em
A
Bm
D
G
Em
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] Honey, don't you be yelling [G] at me when I'm [D] cleaning my [G] gun.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] I'll wash the blood [G] off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, _ [G]
and I'd like to [D] kill one more [Em] doe.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ So [D] I'll shovel [A] the sidewalk [G] again, [D] cause you're still in a [G] stew.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] Now [D] Beth, the bridge [C#] tender's widow, [G] won't mind [A] that I can't [Gm] please [D] you.
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G]
She sure got the run of the [A] men, _ _ [D] out here where the [Em] pickings have been, and [G] there's not [D] much to do.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G]
[Bm] I woke up last night in the grip [D] of a fright, scared [G] to breathe, for I might make a noise.
[Bm] This life that we crave is so little we save, [Gm] between the grandparents' graves [A] and the grandchildren's toys.
_ And we grew [D] up hard, [G] and our children [Dm] don't know what [G] that means.
[D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] We turned into [D] our parents [G] before [D] we were out of [G] our teens, [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] through a series of Chevys [A] and Fords.
_ [G] The occasional [D] spin [Em] round the floor at the copper [D] canteen.
_ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Now the big boxes out [G] on the bypass [D] are shaving [G] us thin.
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] I guess we can hold [D] on a couple more [G] years, [D] till the pension [G] kicks in.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ Then [G] we'll sell [D] all the stock [A] in the store, _ [D] leave only [C#] the lock [G] on the door, and wonder [D] what then.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] And when I wake up at night in the grip of [D] a fright, and [G] you hold me so tight to your chest,
and [Bm] your breath on my skin still pulls me [D] back in, till [G] I'm weightless [D] and then I [A] can rest.
So [D] if Monsignor should pull you [G] aside as [D] you're leaving the [G] church,
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] and I'm out [D] on the [G] ice dropping lines for [D] the wall-eye [G] and perch,
[D] _ _ [Em] _ [G] tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold, [G] and I'd rather [D] stand out [Em] in the cold.
And honey, [D] I know the [G] woodpile's low [D] and we can't [G] close the flue,
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] so I'll split up a couple more [G] cords [D] for the [G] wintertime is through.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] Hold on to your rosary [A] beads, _ [D] leave me to my mischievous [Em] deeds like we [D] always do.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] Honey, don't you be yelling [G] at me when I'm [D] cleaning my [G] gun.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] I'll wash the blood [G] off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, _ [G]
and I'd like to [D] kill one more [Em] doe.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ So [D] I'll shovel [A] the sidewalk [G] again, [D] cause you're still in a [G] stew.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] Now [D] Beth, the bridge [C#] tender's widow, [G] won't mind [A] that I can't [Gm] please [D] you.
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G]
She sure got the run of the [A] men, _ _ [D] out here where the [Em] pickings have been, and [G] there's not [D] much to do.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G]
[Bm] I woke up last night in the grip [D] of a fright, scared [G] to breathe, for I might make a noise.
[Bm] This life that we crave is so little we save, [Gm] between the grandparents' graves [A] and the grandchildren's toys.
_ And we grew [D] up hard, [G] and our children [Dm] don't know what [G] that means.
[D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] We turned into [D] our parents [G] before [D] we were out of [G] our teens, [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] through a series of Chevys [A] and Fords.
_ [G] The occasional [D] spin [Em] round the floor at the copper [D] canteen.
_ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Now the big boxes out [G] on the bypass [D] are shaving [G] us thin.
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] I guess we can hold [D] on a couple more [G] years, [D] till the pension [G] kicks in.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ Then [G] we'll sell [D] all the stock [A] in the store, _ [D] leave only [C#] the lock [G] on the door, and wonder [D] what then.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] And when I wake up at night in the grip of [D] a fright, and [G] you hold me so tight to your chest,
and [Bm] your breath on my skin still pulls me [D] back in, till [G] I'm weightless [D] and then I [A] can rest.
So [D] if Monsignor should pull you [G] aside as [D] you're leaving the [G] church,
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] and I'm out [D] on the [G] ice dropping lines for [D] the wall-eye [G] and perch,
[D] _ _ [Em] _ [G] tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold, [G] and I'd rather [D] stand out [Em] in the cold.
And honey, [D] I know the [G] woodpile's low [D] and we can't [G] close the flue,
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] so I'll split up a couple more [G] cords [D] for the [G] wintertime is through.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] Hold on to your rosary [A] beads, _ [D] leave me to my mischievous [Em] deeds like we [D] always do.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _