Chords for Lord Mr. Ford (Buddha Remastered - 2000)
Tempo:
119.15 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
C#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking,
Detroit City, then pay attention.
[F#] [B]
Well, I'm not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's
[B] All about that demon, all the [E] mobiles, the metal monster with the [B] polyglass wheels, the
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's mine [E] alone, but then to find that company [B] on a ready-made
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a flat in a [B] hurricane.
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jams that makes me the bit of fool I am, but
Detroit City, then pay attention.
[F#] [B]
Well, I'm not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's
[B] All about that demon, all the [E] mobiles, the metal monster with the [B] polyglass wheels, the
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's mine [E] alone, but then to find that company [B] on a ready-made
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a flat in a [B] hurricane.
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jams that makes me the bit of fool I am, but
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F#
E
C#
F#m
B
F#
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Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking,
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son. _
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_ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Well, I'm not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's
time to send me [F#] a few charge words.
[B] All about that demon, all the [E] mobiles, the metal monster with the [B] polyglass wheels, the
end result of the dream of Henry at Moor. _
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's mine [E] alone, but then to find that company [B] on a ready-made
pile of manure, [F#] a patch of grief. _
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a flat in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] a clover leaf. _
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jams that makes me the bit of fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a-dollarin' [F#] me to death. _
[C#] Well, I'm a-pullin' gas and oil and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze
and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#m] something [D#m] else.
Well, you [B] can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month, like [F#] you do your rent. _
[B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless
carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B]
Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man, to say the least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done? _ _
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[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and
I bet that half a car's a trick [F#] to drive, don't you? _
[B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of an [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race in again, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the pass.
Well, [B] now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car from the upside [B] haze of hanging over
by the roar of the [F#] interstate.
Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, then you'd
have [B] hardly seen it [F#] was all born with a [B] part in space.
_ [F#] _
Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become. _
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man, you say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done? _
Come away with me, Lucille.
[C#] Am I smoking, [F#] choking, [B] automobile?
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking,
air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention.
I'm about to sing your song, son. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Well, I'm not a man to point a [E] judge where we're only to hold a [B] grudge, but I think it's
time to send me [F#] a few charge words.
[B] All about that demon, all the [E] mobiles, the metal monster with the [B] polyglass wheels, the
end result of the dream of Henry at Moor. _
[F#] Well, now I've got a car that's mine [E] alone, but then to find that company [B] on a ready-made
pile of manure, [F#] a patch of grief. _
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a-changing a flat in a [B] hurricane.
I once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] a clover leaf. _
[C#] Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jams that makes me the bit of fool I am, but
this four-wheeled buggy's a-dollarin' [F#] me to death. _
[C#] Well, I'm a-pullin' gas and oil and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze
and them accessories.
Well, honey, that's [F#m] something [D#m] else.
Well, you [B] can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat car and a client's seat,
[B] and just pay once a month, like [F#] you do your rent. _
[B] Well, I figured it up, and over a period of [E] time, this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless
carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B]
Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man, to say the least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done? _ _
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[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and
I bet that half a car's a trick [F#] to drive, don't you? _
[B] But the thing that amazes me, I [E] guess, is the way we measure a man's [B] success by the
kind of an [F#] automobile he [B] can afford to buy.
Well, now, [C#] red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out the credit card, honey, [F#] we're out of gas.
[C#] Well, now, all the cars race in again, we'll reach to the moon and back again, and there'll
probably be some poor [F#] fool pull out the pass.
Well, [B] now, I yearn for the good old [E] days without that car from the upside [B] haze of hanging over
by the roar of the [F#] interstate.
Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars would have meant for me, then you'd
have [B] hardly seen it [F#] was all born with a [B] part in space.
_ [F#] _
Lord, Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become. _
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man, you say, at least, got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done? _
Come away with me, Lucille.
[C#] Am I smoking, [F#] choking, [B] automobile?
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _