Chords for James McMurtry - Copper Canteen
Tempo:
118.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my guns.
I'll wash the blood off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[Bm]
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G] and I'd like to kill one more doe.
[D]
[G]
[Bm] [G] Well, I'll shovel the sidewalk again, cause you're still in a stew.
[D] [G] I bet the bridge tender's widow wouldn't mind if I can't please you.
[D] [G] She sure got the runner of [A] the men [G] out [Bm] here where the pickings are [G] thin and there's not much to do.
Then [Bm] I woke up last night in the grip of a [G] fright, scared to breathe for I might make a noise.
For this [Bm] life that we craved so little, [D] we stayed between [G] the grandparents' graves and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew up hard, and that children [D] don't know [G] what that [D] means.
[G] We turned into our parents before we were out of our [D] teens.
[G] Through a series of Chevys and [B] [G] Fords, the occasional spin around the floor at the copper canteen.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] Now the big box is out on the bypass, shaving us thin.
[D] [G] But I guess we'll hold on a couple more years till the pension kicks in.
Then we'll sell all the stock in [A] the store, [G] leaving only the lock on the door and wonder what then.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] When [Bm] I wake up at night in the grip of a [G] fright, and you hold me so tight to your chest.
[Bm] And your breath on my skin still pulls me back in [G] till I'm weightless and then I can [A] rest.
So [G] if Monsignor should pull you aside [D] as you're leaving [G] the church.
And I'm out on the ice dropping lines for the walleye and perch.
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold.
[G] And I'd rather stand out in the cold.
And honey I know [D] the [G] woodpile's low and you can't close the flue.
So I'll split up a couple more chords for the winter time's through.
Hang on to your [A] rosary [G] beads.
Leave me to my mischievous deeds like we always do.
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my guns.
I'll wash the blood off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[Bm]
[G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G] and I'd like to kill one more doe.
[D]
[G]
[Bm] [G] Well, I'll shovel the sidewalk again, cause you're still in a stew.
[D] [G] I bet the bridge tender's widow wouldn't mind if I can't please you.
[D] [G] She sure got the runner of [A] the men [G] out [Bm] here where the pickings are [G] thin and there's not much to do.
Then [Bm] I woke up last night in the grip of a [G] fright, scared to breathe for I might make a noise.
For this [Bm] life that we craved so little, [D] we stayed between [G] the grandparents' graves and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew up hard, and that children [D] don't know [G] what that [D] means.
[G] We turned into our parents before we were out of our [D] teens.
[G] Through a series of Chevys and [B] [G] Fords, the occasional spin around the floor at the copper canteen.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] Now the big box is out on the bypass, shaving us thin.
[D] [G] But I guess we'll hold on a couple more years till the pension kicks in.
Then we'll sell all the stock in [A] the store, [G] leaving only the lock on the door and wonder what then.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] When [Bm] I wake up at night in the grip of a [G] fright, and you hold me so tight to your chest.
[Bm] And your breath on my skin still pulls me back in [G] till I'm weightless and then I can [A] rest.
So [G] if Monsignor should pull you aside [D] as you're leaving [G] the church.
And I'm out on the ice dropping lines for the walleye and perch.
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold.
[G] And I'd rather stand out in the cold.
And honey I know [D] the [G] woodpile's low and you can't close the flue.
So I'll split up a couple more chords for the winter time's through.
Hang on to your [A] rosary [G] beads.
Leave me to my mischievous deeds like we always do.
Key:
G
D
Bm
A
B
G
D
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my guns. _
_ _ _ _ _ I'll wash the blood off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G] and I'd like to kill one more doe.
_ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ Well, I'll shovel the sidewalk again, cause you're still in a stew.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ I bet the bridge tender's widow wouldn't mind if I can't please you.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ She sure got the runner of [A] the men [G] _ out [Bm] here where the pickings are [G] thin and there's not much to do. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Then [Bm] I woke up last night in the grip of a [G] fright, scared to breathe for I might make a noise.
For this [Bm] life that we craved so little, [D] we stayed between [G] the grandparents' graves and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew up hard, and that children [D] don't know [G] what that [D] means.
[G] _ _ _ _ We turned into our parents before we were out of our [D] teens.
[G] _ _ _ _ Through a series of Chevys and [B] [G] Fords, the occasional spin around the floor at the copper canteen.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ Now the big box is out on the bypass, shaving us thin.
[D] _ [G] _ _ But I guess we'll hold on a couple more years till the pension kicks in.
_ _ _ _ Then we'll sell all the stock in [A] the store, _ [G] leaving only the lock on the door and wonder what then.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ When [Bm] I wake up at night in the grip of a [G] fright, and you hold me so tight to your chest.
_ [Bm] And your breath on my skin still pulls me back in [G] till I'm weightless and then I can [A] rest.
So [G] if Monsignor should pull you aside [D] as you're leaving [G] the church. _
_ _ _ And I'm out on the ice dropping lines for the walleye and perch. _
_ _ Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold.
_ [G] And I'd rather stand out in the cold.
And honey I know [D] the [G] woodpile's low and you can't close the flue. _
_ _ _ So I'll split up a couple more chords for the winter time's through. _
_ _ _ _ Hang on to your [A] rosary [G] beads.
Leave me to my mischievous deeds like we always do. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my guns. _
_ _ _ _ _ I'll wash the blood off the [D] tailgate when deer [G] season's done.
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G] and I'd like to kill one more doe.
_ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ Well, I'll shovel the sidewalk again, cause you're still in a stew.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ I bet the bridge tender's widow wouldn't mind if I can't please you.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ She sure got the runner of [A] the men [G] _ out [Bm] here where the pickings are [G] thin and there's not much to do. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Then [Bm] I woke up last night in the grip of a [G] fright, scared to breathe for I might make a noise.
For this [Bm] life that we craved so little, [D] we stayed between [G] the grandparents' graves and the grandchildren's toys.
And we grew up hard, and that children [D] don't know [G] what that [D] means.
[G] _ _ _ _ We turned into our parents before we were out of our [D] teens.
[G] _ _ _ _ Through a series of Chevys and [B] [G] Fords, the occasional spin around the floor at the copper canteen.
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ Now the big box is out on the bypass, shaving us thin.
[D] _ [G] _ _ But I guess we'll hold on a couple more years till the pension kicks in.
_ _ _ _ Then we'll sell all the stock in [A] the store, _ [G] leaving only the lock on the door and wonder what then.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ When [Bm] I wake up at night in the grip of a [G] fright, and you hold me so tight to your chest.
_ [Bm] And your breath on my skin still pulls me back in [G] till I'm weightless and then I can [A] rest.
So [G] if Monsignor should pull you aside [D] as you're leaving [G] the church. _
_ _ _ And I'm out on the ice dropping lines for the walleye and perch. _
_ _ Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the [A] fold.
_ [G] And I'd rather stand out in the cold.
And honey I know [D] the [G] woodpile's low and you can't close the flue. _
_ _ _ So I'll split up a couple more chords for the winter time's through. _
_ _ _ _ Hang on to your [A] rosary [G] beads.
Leave me to my mischievous deeds like we always do. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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