Chords for Jason Isbell - God Is A Working Man [Official Audio]
Tempo:
74.2 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] I need a whole new set of problems, a [Ab] preacher to the sea
I've seen [Eb] nothing here but [F] miracles, and if she can [Bb] my belief
And [Eb] if everything's a [Ab] miracle, the saints are just a mile
[Eb] And the man who works wonders [Bb] is just trying to do [Eb] his job
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] every weed needs some
[Ab] Hey, a little working man, my friend, [Eb] he won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint in the center's [Ab] race is run
[Eb]
My grandpa was a preacher, [Ab] a Pentecostal kind
[Eb] And they took the Lord so seriously, [F] you'd think they'd [Bb] lost their mind
[Eb] They'd pray out loud, speak in [Ab] tongues, and some might take up snakes
[Eb] But my grandpa was a working man, [Bb] and he never took [Eb] a break
Hey, a little [Ab] working man like Pop, [Eb] never saw him drink a drop
[Bb] Well, he knew what I was up to, [Eb] but he didn't call the cops
Hey, a [Ab] little working man on high, give [Eb] us plenty of fish to fry
He might judge you, but [Bb] he'll never [Ab] make you [Eb] stop
[Ab]
[Eb] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
Well, I've stood on every corner, [Ab] said, thief for his supply
And [Eb] I've never seen a miracle, [F] not one [Bb] I recognize
[Eb] But way up in the Northland [Ab] there, the weather does berserk
And [Eb] the sun stays up till midnight, boy, [Bb] there's plenty of time [Eb] to work
Hey, [Ab] a little working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] and every weed needs sun
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my friend, he [Eb] won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint and sinner's [Ab] race is drawn
[Eb] When every saint [Bb] and sinner's race [Ab] is [Eb] drawn
[N]
I've seen [Eb] nothing here but [F] miracles, and if she can [Bb] my belief
And [Eb] if everything's a [Ab] miracle, the saints are just a mile
[Eb] And the man who works wonders [Bb] is just trying to do [Eb] his job
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] every weed needs some
[Ab] Hey, a little working man, my friend, [Eb] he won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint in the center's [Ab] race is run
[Eb]
My grandpa was a preacher, [Ab] a Pentecostal kind
[Eb] And they took the Lord so seriously, [F] you'd think they'd [Bb] lost their mind
[Eb] They'd pray out loud, speak in [Ab] tongues, and some might take up snakes
[Eb] But my grandpa was a working man, [Bb] and he never took [Eb] a break
Hey, a little [Ab] working man like Pop, [Eb] never saw him drink a drop
[Bb] Well, he knew what I was up to, [Eb] but he didn't call the cops
Hey, a [Ab] little working man on high, give [Eb] us plenty of fish to fry
He might judge you, but [Bb] he'll never [Ab] make you [Eb] stop
[Ab]
[Eb] [F] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
Well, I've stood on every corner, [Ab] said, thief for his supply
And [Eb] I've never seen a miracle, [F] not one [Bb] I recognize
[Eb] But way up in the Northland [Ab] there, the weather does berserk
And [Eb] the sun stays up till midnight, boy, [Bb] there's plenty of time [Eb] to work
Hey, [Ab] a little working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] and every weed needs sun
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my friend, he [Eb] won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint and sinner's [Ab] race is drawn
[Eb] When every saint [Bb] and sinner's race [Ab] is [Eb] drawn
[N]
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Eb
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Bb
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[Eb] I need a whole new set of problems, a [Ab] preacher to the sea
I've seen [Eb] nothing here but [F] miracles, and if she can [Bb] my belief
And [Eb] if everything's a [Ab] miracle, the saints are just a mile
[Eb] And the man who works wonders [Bb] is just trying to do [Eb] his job
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] every weed needs some
[Ab] Hey, a little working man, my friend, [Eb] he won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint in the center's [Ab] race is run
[Eb] _
My grandpa was a preacher, [Ab] a Pentecostal kind
[Eb] And they took the Lord so seriously, [F] you'd think they'd [Bb] lost their mind
_ [Eb] They'd pray out loud, speak in [Ab] tongues, and some might take up snakes
[Eb] But my grandpa was a working man, [Bb] and he never took [Eb] a break
Hey, a little [Ab] working man like Pop, [Eb] never saw him drink a drop
[Bb] Well, he knew what I was up to, [Eb] but he didn't call the cops
Hey, a [Ab] little working man on high, give [Eb] us plenty of fish to fry
He might judge you, but [Bb] he'll never [Ab] make you [Eb] stop
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ Well, I've stood on every corner, [Ab] said, thief for his supply
And [Eb] I've never seen a miracle, [F] not one [Bb] I recognize
_ [Eb] But way up in the Northland [Ab] there, the weather does berserk
And [Eb] the sun stays up till midnight, boy, [Bb] there's plenty of time [Eb] to work
Hey, [Ab] a little working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] and every weed needs sun
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my friend, he [Eb] won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint and sinner's [Ab] race is drawn
[Eb] When every saint [Bb] and sinner's race [Ab] is [Eb] drawn _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
I've seen [Eb] nothing here but [F] miracles, and if she can [Bb] my belief
And [Eb] if everything's a [Ab] miracle, the saints are just a mile
[Eb] And the man who works wonders [Bb] is just trying to do [Eb] his job
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] every weed needs some
[Ab] Hey, a little working man, my friend, [Eb] he won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint in the center's [Ab] race is run
[Eb] _
My grandpa was a preacher, [Ab] a Pentecostal kind
[Eb] And they took the Lord so seriously, [F] you'd think they'd [Bb] lost their mind
_ [Eb] They'd pray out loud, speak in [Ab] tongues, and some might take up snakes
[Eb] But my grandpa was a working man, [Bb] and he never took [Eb] a break
Hey, a little [Ab] working man like Pop, [Eb] never saw him drink a drop
[Bb] Well, he knew what I was up to, [Eb] but he didn't call the cops
Hey, a [Ab] little working man on high, give [Eb] us plenty of fish to fry
He might judge you, but [Bb] he'll never [Ab] make you [Eb] stop
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ Well, I've stood on every corner, [Ab] said, thief for his supply
And [Eb] I've never seen a miracle, [F] not one [Bb] I recognize
_ [Eb] But way up in the Northland [Ab] there, the weather does berserk
And [Eb] the sun stays up till midnight, boy, [Bb] there's plenty of time [Eb] to work
Hey, [Ab] a little working man, my son, [Eb] up there trying to get it done
[Bb] When every horse needs water, [Eb] and every weed needs sun
Hey, a little [Ab] working man, my friend, he [Eb] won't clock out till the end
When every [Bb] saint and sinner's [Ab] race is drawn
[Eb] When every saint [Bb] and sinner's race [Ab] is [Eb] drawn _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _