Chords for Joe Ely & The Flatlanders~Mockingbird Hill
Tempo:
126.55 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] Odeo Grill, where [C] she worked at night in the neon light of the [F] Tri-State Saloon.
And the cattle trucks would come and go by the light of the morning [G] moon.
A dark and weary driver [F] came in for a beer last night.
There was blood on [C] his nose, it looked like maybe there'd been [G] a fight.
[C] The senator, she told me, it [F] looks like he'd need a drink.
Under his hat he [C] squinted, he gave her a little [G] wink.
I could [F] use a double whiskey, [C] but they would not save me so.
I could use a hundred dollars, but [C] it would not make me [G] more.
[G] I could [F] use some understand,
[C] no need for no excuse.
All that's just second to the hand.
[G] She loved getting cut in [C] the end.
[F]
[C]
[G] [G]
[C] The senator swept the floor, [F] and then he turned out the light.
She locked the well [C] on the door, like she'd done so many [G] nights.
[Em] [C] The cattle truck collided next [F] door to the Odeo Grill.
And the full moon come [C] right over on my [G] birthday.
She [C] could tell that he was awake by [F] the sound of his rumbling kite.
His truck was parked [C] sideways across a streaky yellow [G] strut.
There's a [C] window rolled down the slope.
As [F] the senator stopped for a drink, he asked if she was alone.
She didn't even stop for a [G] drink.
I [E] could [F] use a hundred dollars, but they [C] would not save us.
I could [F]
use a hundred dollars, [C] but it would not make me [G] more.
[F] I could use some understand, [C] no need for no excuse.
All that's just second to the hand.
[G] Only love can cut me [C] in.
[F]
[C]
[G]
[C] The truck pulled back into the night.
[F] She watched it slowly fade as it curved around [C] the barbed wire fence her great-granddaddy [G] had made.
With [C] the rising of the moon, [F] her memories of his curtain made.
Who once was here, [C] but now has gone far beyond the face [G] and the land.
[C] The senator, Cory, [F] who lived on Mockingbird Hill.
How the tribes stay [C] free, mixed over to the rodeo [G] bridge.
[C] Where she worked at night in the neon light.
How [F] the tribes stay smooth in the cattle truck, [C] becoming evil by the light.
[G]
[C]
And the cattle trucks would come and go by the light of the morning [G] moon.
A dark and weary driver [F] came in for a beer last night.
There was blood on [C] his nose, it looked like maybe there'd been [G] a fight.
[C] The senator, she told me, it [F] looks like he'd need a drink.
Under his hat he [C] squinted, he gave her a little [G] wink.
I could [F] use a double whiskey, [C] but they would not save me so.
I could use a hundred dollars, but [C] it would not make me [G] more.
[G] I could [F] use some understand,
[C] no need for no excuse.
All that's just second to the hand.
[G] She loved getting cut in [C] the end.
[F]
[C]
[G] [G]
[C] The senator swept the floor, [F] and then he turned out the light.
She locked the well [C] on the door, like she'd done so many [G] nights.
[Em] [C] The cattle truck collided next [F] door to the Odeo Grill.
And the full moon come [C] right over on my [G] birthday.
She [C] could tell that he was awake by [F] the sound of his rumbling kite.
His truck was parked [C] sideways across a streaky yellow [G] strut.
There's a [C] window rolled down the slope.
As [F] the senator stopped for a drink, he asked if she was alone.
She didn't even stop for a [G] drink.
I [E] could [F] use a hundred dollars, but they [C] would not save us.
I could [F]
use a hundred dollars, [C] but it would not make me [G] more.
[F] I could use some understand, [C] no need for no excuse.
All that's just second to the hand.
[G] Only love can cut me [C] in.
[F]
[C]
[G]
[C] The truck pulled back into the night.
[F] She watched it slowly fade as it curved around [C] the barbed wire fence her great-granddaddy [G] had made.
With [C] the rising of the moon, [F] her memories of his curtain made.
Who once was here, [C] but now has gone far beyond the face [G] and the land.
[C] The senator, Cory, [F] who lived on Mockingbird Hill.
How the tribes stay [C] free, mixed over to the rodeo [G] bridge.
[C] Where she worked at night in the neon light.
How [F] the tribes stay smooth in the cattle truck, [C] becoming evil by the light.
[G]
[C]
Key:
C
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Em
E
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[G] Odeo Grill, _ _ _ _ where [C] she worked at night in the neon light of the [F] Tri-State Saloon. _
And the cattle trucks would come and go by the light of the morning [G] moon. _ _ _
_ _ A dark and weary driver _ _ [F] came in for a beer last night.
There was blood on [C] his nose, it looked like maybe there'd been [G] a fight. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The senator, she told me, it [F] looks like he'd need a drink.
_ _ Under his hat he [C] _ squinted, he gave her a little [G] wink.
_ _ _ _ _ I could [F] use a double whiskey, _ [C] but they would not save me so.
I could use a hundred dollars, _ but [C] it would not make me [G] more. _ _ _ _
_ [G] I could [F] use some understand, _
_ [C] no need for no excuse. _
_ All that's just second to the hand. _
[G] She _ _ loved getting cut in [C] the end. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] The senator swept the floor, _ _ [F] and then he turned out the light. _
She locked the well [C] on the door, like she'd done so many [G] nights. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ [C] The cattle truck collided _ next [F] door to the Odeo Grill.
_ And the full moon come [C] right _ over on my [G] birthday.
_ She _ _ _ [C] could tell that he was awake _ by [F] the sound of his rumbling kite.
_ His truck was parked [C] sideways _ across a streaky yellow [G] strut. _ _ _
_ _ There's a [C] window rolled down the slope.
_ As [F] the senator stopped for a drink, _ _ he asked if she was alone.
_ She didn't even stop for a [G] drink.
_ I _ _ [E] could [F] use a hundred dollars, _ _ but they [C] would not save us.
_ I could [F]
use a hundred dollars, [C] but it would not make me [G] more. _ _ _ _ _
[F] I could use some understand, _ _ [C] no need for no excuse. _
All that's just second to the hand. _
[G] Only love _ _ can cut me [C] in. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] The truck pulled back into the night.
[F] She watched it slowly fade _ as it curved around [C] the barbed wire fence her great-granddaddy [G] had made. _
With _ _ [C] the rising of the moon, _ [F] her memories of his curtain made.
_ Who once was here, [C] but now has gone far beyond the face [G] and the land. _ _ _ _ _
[C] The senator, _ Cory, _ [F] who lived on Mockingbird Hill.
How the tribes stay [C] free, _ mixed over to the rodeo [G] bridge. _
_ _ _ _ [C] Where she worked at night in the neon light.
How [F] the tribes stay smooth _ _ in the cattle truck, [C] becoming evil by the light. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the cattle trucks would come and go by the light of the morning [G] moon. _ _ _
_ _ A dark and weary driver _ _ [F] came in for a beer last night.
There was blood on [C] his nose, it looked like maybe there'd been [G] a fight. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The senator, she told me, it [F] looks like he'd need a drink.
_ _ Under his hat he [C] _ squinted, he gave her a little [G] wink.
_ _ _ _ _ I could [F] use a double whiskey, _ [C] but they would not save me so.
I could use a hundred dollars, _ but [C] it would not make me [G] more. _ _ _ _
_ [G] I could [F] use some understand, _
_ [C] no need for no excuse. _
_ All that's just second to the hand. _
[G] She _ _ loved getting cut in [C] the end. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] The senator swept the floor, _ _ [F] and then he turned out the light. _
She locked the well [C] on the door, like she'd done so many [G] nights. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ [C] The cattle truck collided _ next [F] door to the Odeo Grill.
_ And the full moon come [C] right _ over on my [G] birthday.
_ She _ _ _ [C] could tell that he was awake _ by [F] the sound of his rumbling kite.
_ His truck was parked [C] sideways _ across a streaky yellow [G] strut. _ _ _
_ _ There's a [C] window rolled down the slope.
_ As [F] the senator stopped for a drink, _ _ he asked if she was alone.
_ She didn't even stop for a [G] drink.
_ I _ _ [E] could [F] use a hundred dollars, _ _ but they [C] would not save us.
_ I could [F]
use a hundred dollars, [C] but it would not make me [G] more. _ _ _ _ _
[F] I could use some understand, _ _ [C] no need for no excuse. _
All that's just second to the hand. _
[G] Only love _ _ can cut me [C] in. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] The truck pulled back into the night.
[F] She watched it slowly fade _ as it curved around [C] the barbed wire fence her great-granddaddy [G] had made. _
With _ _ [C] the rising of the moon, _ [F] her memories of his curtain made.
_ Who once was here, [C] but now has gone far beyond the face [G] and the land. _ _ _ _ _
[C] The senator, _ Cory, _ [F] who lived on Mockingbird Hill.
How the tribes stay [C] free, _ mixed over to the rodeo [G] bridge. _
_ _ _ _ [C] Where she worked at night in the neon light.
How [F] the tribes stay smooth _ _ in the cattle truck, [C] becoming evil by the light. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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