Chords for John Doyle - Her Long Hair Flowing Down
Tempo:
87.325 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well I've always been kind of fascinated with a lot of immigrant stories, particularly Irish
ones, obviously.
[D] And this one, I don't know where I even started doing it.
I think I was
in Sutter's Creek one of the days and just looking at [G] the place there and imagining what
it would be like for an Irishman to come along here during the gold rush and leaving someone
he loved, [C] leaving a situation that was probably pretty bad, but not, you know, maybe it wasn't
as bad as he thought, but this lure of gold and gold money of better prospects.
And as
he gets there he finds, to much to his shock or surprise, that he can get gold alright,
but most of the people making the money is through the distribution of material and stuff.
And all the interest rates have gone way up and so his claim means very little.
And still
he can't leave the place because he's caught into this situation now where he can't get
back.
And he's just longing to get back to his woman.
So I wrote a song about it called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down.
And [C] the title of it comes from an old tune called Her Long
Hair Flowing Down Her Back, which is an old tune that a man called Michael Russell used
to play.
And he was a flute player from County Clare, died a number of years ago.
But he
was a very famous kind of character, you know.
But he would call that tune Her Long Hair
Flowing Down Her Back.
And then like an hour later he would call it, that's the tune called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back Entirely.
Or Her Long Hair Flowing Back in Bits and
Pieces all over the place.
So [D] [G] it's called Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back.
[F]
[B] [C] [F]
[G] [C]
[F] I am a [G] true born [C] Irishman [F] In exile [G]
from my [C] land
I've [G]
travelled through Columbia [C] And [F] the states [G] of this great [C] land
[F]
I've worked [G] all on the railroad [C]
On [Em] frontiers built new [Am] town
But [Dm] still [G] I long for my [C] darling girl And [F] her long [F#] hair flowing [C] down
I've panned the great American river [F] From Coloma to [G]
Eureka's [C] Hill
[G] I've worked all through [C] the blazing summer [F] And
[G] winter's wicked [Am] chill
[G] But here I [F] am [Em] a [C] 49er [F] Still [G] digging in the [Am] ground
But [Dm] no gold I [C] find will ever [Am] compare With [F] her long [G] hair flowing [C] down
[F] And I wish we were in some [C] green valley [F] Where the wild birds [G] and thrushes [C] sing
[G] Where the dew falls from [C] the meadow In [F] the blooming [G] youth of spring
[Am] [G] I would pluck for you [C] some bonny red [G] roses [F] And weave [G] some rushes [Am] round
[D] And place [G] them in her [C] lily white [Am] fingers By [F] her long [Bm] hair flowing [C] down
And how [G] I long [C] for the day [F] When this gloom turns [C] to delight
[G] When I find that bright [C] gleam of gold [F] All in [G] the water [Am] bright
[G] Well I'll pay [B] my debt [D] with no [Am] regrets [C] And I'll ramble [Em] out of [Am] town
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl [F] And her long [G] hair flowing [F] down
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl And [F] her long hair flowing [C] down
[G] [C]
[F] [G] [Am]
[Dm] [G]
[Em] [Am] [F] [A]
[C] [N]
ones, obviously.
[D] And this one, I don't know where I even started doing it.
I think I was
in Sutter's Creek one of the days and just looking at [G] the place there and imagining what
it would be like for an Irishman to come along here during the gold rush and leaving someone
he loved, [C] leaving a situation that was probably pretty bad, but not, you know, maybe it wasn't
as bad as he thought, but this lure of gold and gold money of better prospects.
And as
he gets there he finds, to much to his shock or surprise, that he can get gold alright,
but most of the people making the money is through the distribution of material and stuff.
And all the interest rates have gone way up and so his claim means very little.
And still
he can't leave the place because he's caught into this situation now where he can't get
back.
And he's just longing to get back to his woman.
So I wrote a song about it called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down.
And [C] the title of it comes from an old tune called Her Long
Hair Flowing Down Her Back, which is an old tune that a man called Michael Russell used
to play.
And he was a flute player from County Clare, died a number of years ago.
But he
was a very famous kind of character, you know.
But he would call that tune Her Long Hair
Flowing Down Her Back.
And then like an hour later he would call it, that's the tune called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back Entirely.
Or Her Long Hair Flowing Back in Bits and
Pieces all over the place.
So [D] [G] it's called Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back.
[F]
[B] [C] [F]
[G] [C]
[F] I am a [G] true born [C] Irishman [F] In exile [G]
from my [C] land
I've [G]
travelled through Columbia [C] And [F] the states [G] of this great [C] land
[F]
I've worked [G] all on the railroad [C]
On [Em] frontiers built new [Am] town
But [Dm] still [G] I long for my [C] darling girl And [F] her long [F#] hair flowing [C] down
I've panned the great American river [F] From Coloma to [G]
Eureka's [C] Hill
[G] I've worked all through [C] the blazing summer [F] And
[G] winter's wicked [Am] chill
[G] But here I [F] am [Em] a [C] 49er [F] Still [G] digging in the [Am] ground
But [Dm] no gold I [C] find will ever [Am] compare With [F] her long [G] hair flowing [C] down
[F] And I wish we were in some [C] green valley [F] Where the wild birds [G] and thrushes [C] sing
[G] Where the dew falls from [C] the meadow In [F] the blooming [G] youth of spring
[Am] [G] I would pluck for you [C] some bonny red [G] roses [F] And weave [G] some rushes [Am] round
[D] And place [G] them in her [C] lily white [Am] fingers By [F] her long [Bm] hair flowing [C] down
And how [G] I long [C] for the day [F] When this gloom turns [C] to delight
[G] When I find that bright [C] gleam of gold [F] All in [G] the water [Am] bright
[G] Well I'll pay [B] my debt [D] with no [Am] regrets [C] And I'll ramble [Em] out of [Am] town
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl [F] And her long [G] hair flowing [F] down
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl And [F] her long hair flowing [C] down
[G] [C]
[F] [G] [Am]
[Dm] [G]
[Em] [Am] [F] [A]
[C] [N]
Key:
G
C
F
Am
Em
G
C
F
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I've always been kind of fascinated with a lot of immigrant stories, particularly Irish
ones, obviously.
[D] And this one, _ I don't know where I even started doing it.
I think I was
in Sutter's Creek one of the days and just looking at [G] the place there and imagining what
it would be like for an Irishman to come along here during the gold rush and leaving someone
he loved, [C] leaving a situation that was probably pretty bad, but not, you know, maybe it wasn't
as bad as he thought, but this lure of gold and gold money of better prospects.
And as
he gets there he finds, to much to his shock or surprise, that he can get gold alright,
but most of the people making the money is through the distribution of material and stuff.
And _ all the interest rates have gone way up and so his claim means very little.
And _ still
he can't leave the place because he's caught into this situation now where he can't get
back.
And he's just longing to get back to his woman. _ _ _
_ So I wrote a song about it called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down.
And [C] _ the title of it comes from an old tune called Her Long
Hair Flowing Down Her Back, which is an old tune that a man called Michael Russell used
to play.
And he was a flute player from County Clare, died a number of years ago.
But he
was a very famous kind of character, you know.
But he would call that tune Her Long Hair
Flowing Down Her Back.
And then like an hour later he would call it, that's the tune called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back Entirely.
Or Her Long Hair Flowing Back in Bits and
Pieces all over the place.
So _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] it's called Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] I am a [G] true born [C] Irishman _ [F] In exile [G]
from my [C] land
_ _ _ I've [G]
travelled through Columbia [C] _ And [F] the states [G] of this great [C] land
_ _ _ [F]
I've worked [G] all on the railroad _ [C]
On _ [Em] frontiers built new [Am] town _ _
But [Dm] still [G] I long for my [C] darling girl And [F] her long [F#] hair flowing [C] down
_ _ _ I've panned the great American river _ [F] From Coloma to [G]
Eureka's [C] Hill
_ _ _ [G] I've worked all through [C] the blazing summer [F] And _
[G] winter's wicked [Am] chill
_ _ _ [G] But here I [F] am [Em] a _ [C] 49er [F] Still [G] digging in the [Am] ground _ _
But [Dm] no gold I [C] find will ever [Am] compare With [F] her long [G] hair flowing [C] down
_ _ [F] And I wish we were in some [C] green valley _ [F] Where the wild birds [G] and thrushes [C] sing
_ _ [G] Where the dew falls from [C] the meadow In [F] the blooming [G] youth of spring
[Am] _ _ [G] I would pluck for you [C] some bonny red [G] roses [F] And weave [G] some rushes [Am] round _
_ [D] And place [G] them in her [C] lily white [Am] fingers By [F] her long [Bm] hair flowing [C] down _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And how [G] I long [C] for the day _ [F] When this gloom turns [C] to delight
_ _ [G] When I find that bright [C] gleam of gold _ [F] All in [G] the water [Am] bright
_ [G] Well I'll pay [B] my debt [D] with no [Am] regrets _ [C] And I'll ramble [Em] out of [Am] town _ _ _
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl [F] And her long [G] hair flowing [F] down _
_ [Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl And [F] her long hair flowing [C] down _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I've always been kind of fascinated with a lot of immigrant stories, particularly Irish
ones, obviously.
[D] And this one, _ I don't know where I even started doing it.
I think I was
in Sutter's Creek one of the days and just looking at [G] the place there and imagining what
it would be like for an Irishman to come along here during the gold rush and leaving someone
he loved, [C] leaving a situation that was probably pretty bad, but not, you know, maybe it wasn't
as bad as he thought, but this lure of gold and gold money of better prospects.
And as
he gets there he finds, to much to his shock or surprise, that he can get gold alright,
but most of the people making the money is through the distribution of material and stuff.
And _ all the interest rates have gone way up and so his claim means very little.
And _ still
he can't leave the place because he's caught into this situation now where he can't get
back.
And he's just longing to get back to his woman. _ _ _
_ So I wrote a song about it called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down.
And [C] _ the title of it comes from an old tune called Her Long
Hair Flowing Down Her Back, which is an old tune that a man called Michael Russell used
to play.
And he was a flute player from County Clare, died a number of years ago.
But he
was a very famous kind of character, you know.
But he would call that tune Her Long Hair
Flowing Down Her Back.
And then like an hour later he would call it, that's the tune called
Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back Entirely.
Or Her Long Hair Flowing Back in Bits and
Pieces all over the place.
So _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] it's called Her Long Hair Flowing Down Her Back.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] I am a [G] true born [C] Irishman _ [F] In exile [G]
from my [C] land
_ _ _ I've [G]
travelled through Columbia [C] _ And [F] the states [G] of this great [C] land
_ _ _ [F]
I've worked [G] all on the railroad _ [C]
On _ [Em] frontiers built new [Am] town _ _
But [Dm] still [G] I long for my [C] darling girl And [F] her long [F#] hair flowing [C] down
_ _ _ I've panned the great American river _ [F] From Coloma to [G]
Eureka's [C] Hill
_ _ _ [G] I've worked all through [C] the blazing summer [F] And _
[G] winter's wicked [Am] chill
_ _ _ [G] But here I [F] am [Em] a _ [C] 49er [F] Still [G] digging in the [Am] ground _ _
But [Dm] no gold I [C] find will ever [Am] compare With [F] her long [G] hair flowing [C] down
_ _ [F] And I wish we were in some [C] green valley _ [F] Where the wild birds [G] and thrushes [C] sing
_ _ [G] Where the dew falls from [C] the meadow In [F] the blooming [G] youth of spring
[Am] _ _ [G] I would pluck for you [C] some bonny red [G] roses [F] And weave [G] some rushes [Am] round _
_ [D] And place [G] them in her [C] lily white [Am] fingers By [F] her long [Bm] hair flowing [C] down _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And how [G] I long [C] for the day _ [F] When this gloom turns [C] to delight
_ _ [G] When I find that bright [C] gleam of gold _ [F] All in [G] the water [Am] bright
_ [G] Well I'll pay [B] my debt [D] with no [Am] regrets _ [C] And I'll ramble [Em] out of [Am] town _ _ _
[Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl [F] And her long [G] hair flowing [F] down _
_ [Dm] And then [G] I'll return [Em] to my darling [Am] girl And [F] her long hair flowing [C] down _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _