Chords for Johnny Cash " How High is The Water Momma " rare video
Tempo:
79.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Eb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] Was that back in the 30s, in the Depression?
I was born in 32, so the August 35, 36.
Oh, 1935, [N] I remember my mother playing the guitar and singing.
When did you first start making up songs?
Just not long after that, but I hid them and burned them and threw them away, you know.
But
the first one that I have kept, I was 12 years old, and I wrote poems, songs, short stories,
drew pictures, a little of everything to keep my grades way down to C and D,
until they clamped down on me.
But I went to the Air Force after I graduated from high school, and
it was in Germany, in the Air Force.
And the bitter winter in January,
blizzard was raging.
I had five dollars in my pocket.
I walked the five miles to Landsberg
and bought a five dollar German guitar.
It had no name, but that's how I got my start.
I was 21.
And I'd written several, well countless songs up to then, but I had the tunes here, you know,
no accompaniment.
You were singing one back there in the dressing room, one about the
Mississippi flood, was it?
1937?
Yeah.
Oh, we were in that.
Sing just a little bit of [A] that.
All right.
[E] My daddy sat on the front steps of the house, watched the water [D] rising from the levee breaker.
Five steps, and every day he would say, well, it's over another [E] step.
And Mama would say,
how high is the water?
And he'd [A] say, well, it's two, three, four, five feet high and rising.
When
it was five, he had to get out.
Swam to the road.
How high is the water, Mama?
I wrote this 25 years
later.
Two feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said, it's two feet high and
rising.
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat.
[D] That's the only thing we got left that'll
[E] float.
It's already over all the wheat and oats.
Two feet [A] high and rising.
[C] How high is the water, Mama?
Three feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said,
it's three feet high and rising.
Well, the hives are gone.
I lost my [F] bees.
[N] Chickens are sleeping.
I was born in 32, so the August 35, 36.
Oh, 1935, [N] I remember my mother playing the guitar and singing.
When did you first start making up songs?
Just not long after that, but I hid them and burned them and threw them away, you know.
But
the first one that I have kept, I was 12 years old, and I wrote poems, songs, short stories,
drew pictures, a little of everything to keep my grades way down to C and D,
until they clamped down on me.
But I went to the Air Force after I graduated from high school, and
it was in Germany, in the Air Force.
And the bitter winter in January,
blizzard was raging.
I had five dollars in my pocket.
I walked the five miles to Landsberg
and bought a five dollar German guitar.
It had no name, but that's how I got my start.
I was 21.
And I'd written several, well countless songs up to then, but I had the tunes here, you know,
no accompaniment.
You were singing one back there in the dressing room, one about the
Mississippi flood, was it?
1937?
Yeah.
Oh, we were in that.
Sing just a little bit of [A] that.
All right.
[E] My daddy sat on the front steps of the house, watched the water [D] rising from the levee breaker.
Five steps, and every day he would say, well, it's over another [E] step.
And Mama would say,
how high is the water?
And he'd [A] say, well, it's two, three, four, five feet high and rising.
When
it was five, he had to get out.
Swam to the road.
How high is the water, Mama?
I wrote this 25 years
later.
Two feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said, it's two feet high and
rising.
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat.
[D] That's the only thing we got left that'll
[E] float.
It's already over all the wheat and oats.
Two feet [A] high and rising.
[C] How high is the water, Mama?
Three feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said,
it's three feet high and rising.
Well, the hives are gone.
I lost my [F] bees.
[N] Chickens are sleeping.
Key:
A
E
D
Eb
C
A
E
D
[Eb] Was that back in the 30s, in the Depression?
I was born in 32, so the August 35, 36.
Oh, 1935, [N] I remember my mother playing the guitar and singing.
_ When did you first start making up songs? _
Just not long after that, but I hid them and burned them and threw them away, you know.
But
the first one that I have kept, I was 12 years old, and I wrote poems, songs, short stories,
drew pictures, a little of everything to keep my grades way down to C and D,
until they clamped down on me.
But I went to the Air Force after I graduated from high school, and
it was in Germany, in the Air Force.
And the bitter winter in January,
blizzard was raging.
I had five dollars in my pocket.
I walked the five miles to Landsberg
and bought a five dollar German guitar.
It had no name, but that's how I got my start.
I was 21.
_ _ And I'd written several, well countless songs up to then, but I had the tunes here, you know,
no accompaniment.
_ _ _ You were singing one back there in the dressing room, one about the
Mississippi flood, was it?
1937?
Yeah.
Oh, we were in that.
Sing just a little bit of [A] that.
All right. _
[E] My daddy sat on the front steps of the house, watched the water [D] rising from the levee breaker.
Five steps, and every day he would say, well, it's over another [E] step.
And Mama would say,
how high is the water?
And he'd [A] say, well, it's two, three, four, five feet high and rising.
When
it was five, he had to get out.
Swam to the road.
How high is the water, Mama?
I wrote this 25 years
later.
Two feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said, it's two feet high and
rising.
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat.
[D] That's the only thing we got left that'll
[E] float.
It's already over all the wheat and oats.
Two feet [A] high and rising.
[C] _ _ _ How high is the water, Mama?
Three feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said,
it's three feet high and rising.
Well, the hives are gone.
I lost my [F] bees.
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I was born in 32, so the August 35, 36.
Oh, 1935, [N] I remember my mother playing the guitar and singing.
_ When did you first start making up songs? _
Just not long after that, but I hid them and burned them and threw them away, you know.
But
the first one that I have kept, I was 12 years old, and I wrote poems, songs, short stories,
drew pictures, a little of everything to keep my grades way down to C and D,
until they clamped down on me.
But I went to the Air Force after I graduated from high school, and
it was in Germany, in the Air Force.
And the bitter winter in January,
blizzard was raging.
I had five dollars in my pocket.
I walked the five miles to Landsberg
and bought a five dollar German guitar.
It had no name, but that's how I got my start.
I was 21.
_ _ And I'd written several, well countless songs up to then, but I had the tunes here, you know,
no accompaniment.
_ _ _ You were singing one back there in the dressing room, one about the
Mississippi flood, was it?
1937?
Yeah.
Oh, we were in that.
Sing just a little bit of [A] that.
All right. _
[E] My daddy sat on the front steps of the house, watched the water [D] rising from the levee breaker.
Five steps, and every day he would say, well, it's over another [E] step.
And Mama would say,
how high is the water?
And he'd [A] say, well, it's two, three, four, five feet high and rising.
When
it was five, he had to get out.
Swam to the road.
How high is the water, Mama?
I wrote this 25 years
later.
Two feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said, it's two feet high and
rising.
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat.
[D] That's the only thing we got left that'll
[E] float.
It's already over all the wheat and oats.
Two feet [A] high and rising.
[C] _ _ _ How high is the water, Mama?
Three feet high and rising.
How high is the water, Papa?
She said,
it's three feet high and rising.
Well, the hives are gone.
I lost my [F] bees.
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