Chords for Johnny Paycheck - The Touch of The Master's Hand
Tempo:
76.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] It was battered and [F#] scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his [A] while to waste
much time on the old [F#] violin, but he [B] held it up and smiled.
What am I bid, good folks?
he cried.
[C#] Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, [E] a dollar, now who will make [C#m] it two?
Two [E] dollars, and who will make it three?
[B] Three dollars [E] once, three dollars twice, going [Bm] for three.
[F#] But no, [A] from the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward, [E] picked up the bow, [C#m] then
wiping the dust from the [E] old violin, and [C#m] tightening up all the loose [E] strings, he played a melody,
[B] pure and sweet, [E] as sweet as an angel sings.
[A]
And as the music played, the [D] auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, [E] said, what
am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who will make it two?
[A] Two thousand, and who will make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice, going and going, said he.
The people [D] cheered, but some of them cried, we do not [A] understand what changed its [F#m] worth.
[A] The man [F#m] smiled and replied, [A] the [E] touch of the [A] master's hand.
You know, many a man with life out of tune and battered and torn with sin, [D] he's auctioned
cheap to a [E] thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A bowl of porridge, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on.
[A] He's going once, going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But then the master comes, and the foolish crowd, [D] well, they can never quite understand
[A] the worth [F#m] of a soul, [A] and the change [F#m] that's wrought [A] by the touch of the master's hand.
much time on the old [F#] violin, but he [B] held it up and smiled.
What am I bid, good folks?
he cried.
[C#] Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, [E] a dollar, now who will make [C#m] it two?
Two [E] dollars, and who will make it three?
[B] Three dollars [E] once, three dollars twice, going [Bm] for three.
[F#] But no, [A] from the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward, [E] picked up the bow, [C#m] then
wiping the dust from the [E] old violin, and [C#m] tightening up all the loose [E] strings, he played a melody,
[B] pure and sweet, [E] as sweet as an angel sings.
[A]
And as the music played, the [D] auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, [E] said, what
am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who will make it two?
[A] Two thousand, and who will make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice, going and going, said he.
The people [D] cheered, but some of them cried, we do not [A] understand what changed its [F#m] worth.
[A] The man [F#m] smiled and replied, [A] the [E] touch of the [A] master's hand.
You know, many a man with life out of tune and battered and torn with sin, [D] he's auctioned
cheap to a [E] thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A bowl of porridge, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on.
[A] He's going once, going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But then the master comes, and the foolish crowd, [D] well, they can never quite understand
[A] the worth [F#m] of a soul, [A] and the change [F#m] that's wrought [A] by the touch of the master's hand.
Key:
A
E
D
F#m
F#
A
E
D
_ _ [E] _ _ _ It was battered and [F#] scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his [A] while to waste
much time on the old [F#] violin, but he [B] held it up and smiled.
What am I bid, good folks?
he cried.
[C#] Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, [E] a dollar, now who will make [C#m] it two?
Two [E] dollars, and who will make it three?
[B] Three dollars [E] once, three dollars twice, going [Bm] for three.
[F#] But no, [A] from the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward, [E] picked up the bow, [C#m] then
wiping the dust from the [E] old violin, and [C#m] tightening up all the loose [E] strings, he played a melody,
[B] pure and sweet, [E] as sweet as an angel sings. _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And as the music played, the [D] auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, [E] said, what
am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow. _
A thousand dollars, and who will make it two?
[A] Two thousand, and who will make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice, going and going, said he.
_ The people [D] cheered, but some of them cried, we do not [A] understand what changed its [F#m] worth.
_ [A] The man [F#m] smiled and replied, [A] the [E] touch of the [A] master's hand. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You know, many a man with life out of tune and battered and torn with sin, [D] _ he's auctioned
cheap to a [E] thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A bowl of porridge, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on.
[A] He's going once, going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But then the master comes, and the foolish crowd, [D] well, they can never quite understand
[A] the worth [F#m] of a soul, [A] and the change [F#m] that's wrought [A] by the touch of the master's hand. _ _ _
much time on the old [F#] violin, but he [B] held it up and smiled.
What am I bid, good folks?
he cried.
[C#] Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, [E] a dollar, now who will make [C#m] it two?
Two [E] dollars, and who will make it three?
[B] Three dollars [E] once, three dollars twice, going [Bm] for three.
[F#] But no, [A] from the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward, [E] picked up the bow, [C#m] then
wiping the dust from the [E] old violin, and [C#m] tightening up all the loose [E] strings, he played a melody,
[B] pure and sweet, [E] as sweet as an angel sings. _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And as the music played, the [D] auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, [E] said, what
am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow. _
A thousand dollars, and who will make it two?
[A] Two thousand, and who will make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice, going and going, said he.
_ The people [D] cheered, but some of them cried, we do not [A] understand what changed its [F#m] worth.
_ [A] The man [F#m] smiled and replied, [A] the [E] touch of the [A] master's hand. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You know, many a man with life out of tune and battered and torn with sin, [D] _ he's auctioned
cheap to a [E] thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A bowl of porridge, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on.
[A] He's going once, going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But then the master comes, and the foolish crowd, [D] well, they can never quite understand
[A] the worth [F#m] of a soul, [A] and the change [F#m] that's wrought [A] by the touch of the master's hand. _ _ _