Chords for John Conlee sings a Guy Clark/Rodney Crowell song
Tempo:
74.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Got an old blue [G] shirt and it suits [D] me just fine.
I like the way it [G] feels so I wear it [D] all the time.
Got an old guitar, [G] won't ever [D] stay in tune.
I like the way it [A] sounds in a dark and [D] empty room.
Got an old [G] pair of boots and they [D] fit just right.
I can work all [G] day and I can [D] dance all night.
Got an old used [G] car that runs just [D] like a top.
I get the feeling [A] it ain't ever [D] gonna stop.
Stuff that [G] works, stuff that holds up.
The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
Stuff you feed, stuff that's real.
The kind of [A] stuff you reach for [D] when you fall.
[A] [D] Got a pretty good [G] friend who's seen me [D] at my worst.
He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse.
But he always [G] shows up when the [D] chips are down.
That's the kind of [A] stuff I like to [D] be around.
[G] Stuff that works, [D] stuff that holds up.
The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
[G] Stuff that's real, stuff [D] you feed.
The kind of stuff [A] you reach for [D] when you fall.
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [D] Got a woman I love, [G] she's crazy and paints [D] like God.
She's got a playground [G] sense of justice, she won't [D] take odds.
I got a tattoo with [G] her name right through [D] my soul.
I think everything [A] she touches turns [D] to gold.
Stuff [G] that works, stuff [D] that holds up.
The kind of stuff you [A] don't hang on the wall.
Stuff that's [G] real, stuff you [D] feed.
The kind of stuff you [A] reach for when you [D] fall.
Stuff that [G]
works, stuff that holds up.
[D]
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God. My God.
I like the way it [G] feels so I wear it [D] all the time.
Got an old guitar, [G] won't ever [D] stay in tune.
I like the way it [A] sounds in a dark and [D] empty room.
Got an old [G] pair of boots and they [D] fit just right.
I can work all [G] day and I can [D] dance all night.
Got an old used [G] car that runs just [D] like a top.
I get the feeling [A] it ain't ever [D] gonna stop.
Stuff that [G] works, stuff that holds up.
The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
Stuff you feed, stuff that's real.
The kind of [A] stuff you reach for [D] when you fall.
[A] [D] Got a pretty good [G] friend who's seen me [D] at my worst.
He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse.
But he always [G] shows up when the [D] chips are down.
That's the kind of [A] stuff I like to [D] be around.
[G] Stuff that works, [D] stuff that holds up.
The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
[G] Stuff that's real, stuff [D] you feed.
The kind of stuff [A] you reach for [D] when you fall.
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [D] Got a woman I love, [G] she's crazy and paints [D] like God.
She's got a playground [G] sense of justice, she won't [D] take odds.
I got a tattoo with [G] her name right through [D] my soul.
I think everything [A] she touches turns [D] to gold.
Stuff [G] that works, stuff [D] that holds up.
The kind of stuff you [A] don't hang on the wall.
Stuff that's [G] real, stuff you [D] feed.
The kind of stuff you [A] reach for when you [D] fall.
Stuff that [G]
works, stuff that holds up.
[D]
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God. My God.
Key:
D
G
A
D
G
A
D
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ Got an old blue [G] shirt and it suits [D] me just fine.
_ I like the way it [G] feels so I wear it [D] all the time.
_ _ Got an old guitar, [G] won't ever [D] stay in tune.
_ _ I like the way it [A] sounds in a dark and [D] empty room.
_ _ Got an old [G] pair of boots and they [D] fit just right.
_ I can work all [G] day and I can [D] dance all night.
_ Got an old used [G] car that runs just [D] like a top.
_ _ I get the feeling [A] it ain't ever [D] gonna stop.
_ Stuff that [G] works, _ stuff that holds up.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
_ Stuff you feed, _ stuff that's real.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you reach for [D] when you fall. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ Got a pretty good [G] friend who's seen me [D] at my worst.
_ He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse.
_ But he always [G] shows up when the [D] chips are down.
_ That's the kind of [A] stuff I like to [D] be around.
_ [G] Stuff that works, _ [D] stuff that holds up.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
_ [G] Stuff that's real, stuff [D] you feed.
_ The kind of stuff [A] you reach for [D] when you fall. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] Got a woman I love, [G] she's crazy and paints [D] like God.
_ She's got a playground [G] sense of justice, she won't [D] take odds.
I got a tattoo with [G] her name right through [D] my soul.
_ I think everything [A] she touches turns [D] to gold.
_ Stuff [G] that works, stuff [D] that holds up.
_ The kind of stuff you [A] don't hang on the wall.
_ Stuff that's [G] real, _ stuff you [D] feed.
_ _ The kind of stuff you [A] reach for when you [D] fall.
_ Stuff that [G]
works, stuff that holds up.
_ [D] _
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God. My God.
_ I like the way it [G] feels so I wear it [D] all the time.
_ _ Got an old guitar, [G] won't ever [D] stay in tune.
_ _ I like the way it [A] sounds in a dark and [D] empty room.
_ _ Got an old [G] pair of boots and they [D] fit just right.
_ I can work all [G] day and I can [D] dance all night.
_ Got an old used [G] car that runs just [D] like a top.
_ _ I get the feeling [A] it ain't ever [D] gonna stop.
_ Stuff that [G] works, _ stuff that holds up.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
_ Stuff you feed, _ stuff that's real.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you reach for [D] when you fall. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ Got a pretty good [G] friend who's seen me [D] at my worst.
_ He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse.
_ But he always [G] shows up when the [D] chips are down.
_ That's the kind of [A] stuff I like to [D] be around.
_ [G] Stuff that works, _ [D] stuff that holds up.
_ The kind of [A] stuff you don't hang [D] on the wall.
_ [G] Stuff that's real, stuff [D] you feed.
_ The kind of stuff [A] you reach for [D] when you fall. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] Got a woman I love, [G] she's crazy and paints [D] like God.
_ She's got a playground [G] sense of justice, she won't [D] take odds.
I got a tattoo with [G] her name right through [D] my soul.
_ I think everything [A] she touches turns [D] to gold.
_ Stuff [G] that works, stuff [D] that holds up.
_ The kind of stuff you [A] don't hang on the wall.
_ Stuff that's [G] real, _ stuff you [D] feed.
_ _ The kind of stuff you [A] reach for when you [D] fall.
_ Stuff that [G]
works, stuff that holds up.
_ [D] _
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God.
My God. My God.