Chords for KEVIN WELCH_ Plenty Of Time.avi
Tempo:
77 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] [G] I remember the [A] wind mostly, how it'd [D] blow all through the night.
[A] Forty miles across the [G] plains, you [D] could see the next town's lights.
[G] Every [D] town a farm town, [G] with their cattle and [D] their wheat.
[G] If it ain't the hail storms [D] in the wintertime, [G] the summertime it's [D] the heat.
If it ain't the [G] hail storms in the wintertime, brother, [G]
summertime it's [D] the heat.
[G] Down [D] below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas line.
[D] All [A] along the old Red River, water as [G] red as [F#] wine.
[Em] I was growing [D] like a tumbleweed.
I [A] had [D] plenty of time.
[B] We'd play down in those honky tonks [D] at a five-piece country band.
[A] All the farm boys would bring [D] their girls, swing dance, clap their hands.
[C] Holler played Jimmy Rogers, [G] let Holler play some [D] old Bob Wills.
[G] Way down there in [D] the flatlands, [G] we sang about the [D] Oklahoma hills.
[E] [D] Down below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas [D] line.
All [A] along the old Red River, water as red as [Bm] wine.
I was [Em] growing like [D] a tumbleweed.
[A] I had plenty [D] of time.
[E] [G] It'll do [A] no good to [D] wonder [E] how [G] [D] all the years slip [A] by.
[G] Because all our days are [Em] numbered, [A] [G] and the time [F#] just seems [Em] to fly.
[A]
[G] Down below the Wichita [B] mountains, just [G] above the Texas line.
All along the old Red River, water as red as wine.
I was growing like a tumbleweed.
And I had plenty of [D] time.
[G] [D]
[A] [G] I remember the [A] wind mostly, how it'd [D] blow all through the night.
[A] Forty miles across the [G] plains, you [D] could see the next town's lights.
[G] Every [D] town a farm town, [G] with their cattle and [D] their wheat.
[G] If it ain't the hail storms [D] in the wintertime, [G] the summertime it's [D] the heat.
If it ain't the [G] hail storms in the wintertime, brother, [G]
summertime it's [D] the heat.
[G] Down [D] below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas line.
[D] All [A] along the old Red River, water as [G] red as [F#] wine.
[Em] I was growing [D] like a tumbleweed.
I [A] had [D] plenty of time.
[B] We'd play down in those honky tonks [D] at a five-piece country band.
[A] All the farm boys would bring [D] their girls, swing dance, clap their hands.
[C] Holler played Jimmy Rogers, [G] let Holler play some [D] old Bob Wills.
[G] Way down there in [D] the flatlands, [G] we sang about the [D] Oklahoma hills.
[E] [D] Down below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas [D] line.
All [A] along the old Red River, water as red as [Bm] wine.
I was [Em] growing like [D] a tumbleweed.
[A] I had plenty [D] of time.
[E] [G] It'll do [A] no good to [D] wonder [E] how [G] [D] all the years slip [A] by.
[G] Because all our days are [Em] numbered, [A] [G] and the time [F#] just seems [Em] to fly.
[A]
[G] Down below the Wichita [B] mountains, just [G] above the Texas line.
All along the old Red River, water as red as wine.
I was growing like a tumbleweed.
And I had plenty of [D] time.
[G] [D]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I remember the [A] wind mostly, how it'd [D] blow all through the night.
[A] Forty miles across the [G] plains, you [D] could see the next town's lights.
[G] Every [D] town a farm town, [G] with their cattle and [D] their wheat.
[G] If it ain't the hail storms [D] in the wintertime, [G] the summertime it's [D] the heat.
If it ain't the [G] hail storms in the wintertime, brother, [G]
summertime it's [D] the heat.
_ _ [G] Down [D] below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas line.
[D] All [A] along the old Red River, water as [G] red as [F#] wine.
[Em] I was growing [D] like a tumbleweed.
I [A] had [D] plenty of time. _ _ _ _ _
[B] We'd play down in those honky tonks [D] at a five-piece country band.
[A] All the farm boys would bring [D] their girls, swing dance, clap their hands.
[C] Holler played Jimmy Rogers, [G] let Holler play some [D] old Bob Wills.
[G] Way down there in [D] the flatlands, [G] we sang about the [D] Oklahoma _ hills. _
[E] _ [D] Down below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas [D] line.
All [A] along the old Red River, water as red as [Bm] wine.
I was [Em] growing like [D] a tumbleweed.
_ [A] I had plenty [D] of time. _
[E] _ [G] It'll do [A] no good to [D] wonder [E] how _ [G] _ _ [D] all the years slip [A] by.
_ _ [G] _ Because all our days are [Em] numbered, _ [A] _ [G] and the time [F#] just seems [Em] to fly.
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [G] Down below the Wichita [B] mountains, just [G] above the Texas line.
All along the old Red River, water as red as wine.
I was growing like a tumbleweed.
And I had plenty of [D] time.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I remember the [A] wind mostly, how it'd [D] blow all through the night.
[A] Forty miles across the [G] plains, you [D] could see the next town's lights.
[G] Every [D] town a farm town, [G] with their cattle and [D] their wheat.
[G] If it ain't the hail storms [D] in the wintertime, [G] the summertime it's [D] the heat.
If it ain't the [G] hail storms in the wintertime, brother, [G]
summertime it's [D] the heat.
_ _ [G] Down [D] below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas line.
[D] All [A] along the old Red River, water as [G] red as [F#] wine.
[Em] I was growing [D] like a tumbleweed.
I [A] had [D] plenty of time. _ _ _ _ _
[B] We'd play down in those honky tonks [D] at a five-piece country band.
[A] All the farm boys would bring [D] their girls, swing dance, clap their hands.
[C] Holler played Jimmy Rogers, [G] let Holler play some [D] old Bob Wills.
[G] Way down there in [D] the flatlands, [G] we sang about the [D] Oklahoma _ hills. _
[E] _ [D] Down below the Wichita [Bm] mountains, just above the [G] Texas [D] line.
All [A] along the old Red River, water as red as [Bm] wine.
I was [Em] growing like [D] a tumbleweed.
_ [A] I had plenty [D] of time. _
[E] _ [G] It'll do [A] no good to [D] wonder [E] how _ [G] _ _ [D] all the years slip [A] by.
_ _ [G] _ Because all our days are [Em] numbered, _ [A] _ [G] and the time [F#] just seems [Em] to fly.
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [G] Down below the Wichita [B] mountains, just [G] above the Texas line.
All along the old Red River, water as red as wine.
I was growing like a tumbleweed.
And I had plenty of [D] time.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _