Chords for Merle Haggard - Silver Ghost
Tempo:
98.55 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
Cm
B
D#
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#]
[G#]
[G#] Here's a story song of an old railroad legend that treads on the very edge of the supernatural.
[Cm]
On a cold and rainy night I was [D#] sitting in the light of my [Cm] switchman's shack, a [A#] mile post on the [Cm] mountain.
The storm was pretty bad and [D#] the telephone was dead, but it was just [A#] eleven hours till the dawn.
[D#] Then much to my surprise the telegraph [A#] jumped into line.
As I [Fm] read the code I thought could this be [Cm] true?
A train was on its way, headed [D#] up the mountain grade, but she [Cm] didn't have [A#] no engineer or crew.
[Cm] At the other switch they tried to put her [D#] on the mountain side, but she kept on coming up the mountain [Cm] grade.
Well I quickly doused the [D#] light to try to see into the night, maybe [Cm] I could spot her [A#] headlight in [Cm] the rain.
[Dm] She [D#] was pounding down below, [A#] I could hear her whistle blow, and I [Fm] thought Lord that's a high [Cm] and mournful sound.
Then the telegraph again, [D#] there's a cave in at the mine, and a hundred men are [A#] buried beneath the [Cm] ground.
[C#m]
Lord she's coming now I see, [E] round the bend and straight at me, [C#m] and her boiler's [B] blowing red as [C#m] coal in hell.
The headlight's switching wide, [E] searching all the mountain side, but [C#m] the only [B] sound she's making [C#m] is a wail.
Then [E] I recognized the train [B] by the number and the name, [F#m] it's the miner's silver ghost old [C#m] forty-one.
Then she vanished up the track [E] by the lonely switchman's shack, [C#m] like a mother who [B] was looking for [C#m] her son.
Now I heard a story, [E] how an engine went to glory, [C#m] over fifty years [B] ago on this same [C#m] line.
It was steaming for a cave and [E] there were men who needed saving, [C#m] but it missed a [B] curve and threshold [C#m] near the mine.
And every now and then you'll [B] hear her whistle on the wind, [F#m] if the mountain slides and many men [C#m] are lost.
It's a high and lonely wailing, [E] searching up and down the mountain, [C#m] it's the train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
The train they call the [B] miner's silver ghost.
The train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
[N]
[G#]
[G#] Here's a story song of an old railroad legend that treads on the very edge of the supernatural.
[Cm]
On a cold and rainy night I was [D#] sitting in the light of my [Cm] switchman's shack, a [A#] mile post on the [Cm] mountain.
The storm was pretty bad and [D#] the telephone was dead, but it was just [A#] eleven hours till the dawn.
[D#] Then much to my surprise the telegraph [A#] jumped into line.
As I [Fm] read the code I thought could this be [Cm] true?
A train was on its way, headed [D#] up the mountain grade, but she [Cm] didn't have [A#] no engineer or crew.
[Cm] At the other switch they tried to put her [D#] on the mountain side, but she kept on coming up the mountain [Cm] grade.
Well I quickly doused the [D#] light to try to see into the night, maybe [Cm] I could spot her [A#] headlight in [Cm] the rain.
[Dm] She [D#] was pounding down below, [A#] I could hear her whistle blow, and I [Fm] thought Lord that's a high [Cm] and mournful sound.
Then the telegraph again, [D#] there's a cave in at the mine, and a hundred men are [A#] buried beneath the [Cm] ground.
[C#m]
Lord she's coming now I see, [E] round the bend and straight at me, [C#m] and her boiler's [B] blowing red as [C#m] coal in hell.
The headlight's switching wide, [E] searching all the mountain side, but [C#m] the only [B] sound she's making [C#m] is a wail.
Then [E] I recognized the train [B] by the number and the name, [F#m] it's the miner's silver ghost old [C#m] forty-one.
Then she vanished up the track [E] by the lonely switchman's shack, [C#m] like a mother who [B] was looking for [C#m] her son.
Now I heard a story, [E] how an engine went to glory, [C#m] over fifty years [B] ago on this same [C#m] line.
It was steaming for a cave and [E] there were men who needed saving, [C#m] but it missed a [B] curve and threshold [C#m] near the mine.
And every now and then you'll [B] hear her whistle on the wind, [F#m] if the mountain slides and many men [C#m] are lost.
It's a high and lonely wailing, [E] searching up and down the mountain, [C#m] it's the train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
The train they call the [B] miner's silver ghost.
The train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
[N]
Key:
C#m
Cm
B
D#
A#
C#m
Cm
B
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ Here's a story song of an old railroad legend that treads on the very edge of the supernatural. _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
On a cold and rainy night I was [D#] sitting in the light of my [Cm] switchman's shack, a [A#] mile post on the [Cm] mountain. _
The storm was pretty bad and [D#] the telephone was dead, but it was just [A#] eleven hours till the dawn.
_ [D#] Then much to my surprise the telegraph [A#] jumped into line.
As I [Fm] read the code I thought could this be [Cm] true?
_ A train was on its way, headed [D#] up the mountain grade, but she [Cm] didn't have [A#] no engineer or crew.
[Cm] _ At the other switch they tried to put her [D#] on the mountain side, but she kept on coming up the mountain [Cm] grade.
_ Well I quickly doused the [D#] light to try to see into the night, maybe [Cm] I could spot her [A#] headlight in [Cm] the rain.
[Dm] She [D#] was pounding down below, [A#] I could hear her whistle blow, and I [Fm] thought Lord that's a high [Cm] and mournful _ sound.
Then the telegraph again, [D#] there's a cave in at the mine, and a hundred men are [A#] buried beneath the [Cm] ground.
_ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lord she's coming now I see, [E] round the bend and straight at me, [C#m] and her boiler's [B] blowing red as [C#m] coal in hell.
_ The headlight's switching wide, [E] searching all the mountain side, but [C#m] the only [B] sound she's making [C#m] is a wail.
Then [E] I recognized the train [B] by the number and the name, [F#m] it's the miner's silver ghost old [C#m] forty-one.
Then she vanished up the track [E] by the lonely switchman's shack, [C#m] like a mother who [B] was looking for [C#m] her son.
_ Now I heard a story, [E] how an engine went to glory, [C#m] over fifty years [B] ago on this same [C#m] line.
_ It was steaming for a cave and [E] there were men who needed saving, [C#m] but it missed a [B] curve and threshold [C#m] near the mine.
_ And every now and then you'll [B] hear her whistle on the wind, [F#m] if the mountain slides and many men [C#m] are lost.
_ It's a high and lonely wailing, [E] searching up and down the mountain, [C#m] it's the train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
The train they call the [B] miner's silver ghost.
_ The train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ Here's a story song of an old railroad legend that treads on the very edge of the supernatural. _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
On a cold and rainy night I was [D#] sitting in the light of my [Cm] switchman's shack, a [A#] mile post on the [Cm] mountain. _
The storm was pretty bad and [D#] the telephone was dead, but it was just [A#] eleven hours till the dawn.
_ [D#] Then much to my surprise the telegraph [A#] jumped into line.
As I [Fm] read the code I thought could this be [Cm] true?
_ A train was on its way, headed [D#] up the mountain grade, but she [Cm] didn't have [A#] no engineer or crew.
[Cm] _ At the other switch they tried to put her [D#] on the mountain side, but she kept on coming up the mountain [Cm] grade.
_ Well I quickly doused the [D#] light to try to see into the night, maybe [Cm] I could spot her [A#] headlight in [Cm] the rain.
[Dm] She [D#] was pounding down below, [A#] I could hear her whistle blow, and I [Fm] thought Lord that's a high [Cm] and mournful _ sound.
Then the telegraph again, [D#] there's a cave in at the mine, and a hundred men are [A#] buried beneath the [Cm] ground.
_ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lord she's coming now I see, [E] round the bend and straight at me, [C#m] and her boiler's [B] blowing red as [C#m] coal in hell.
_ The headlight's switching wide, [E] searching all the mountain side, but [C#m] the only [B] sound she's making [C#m] is a wail.
Then [E] I recognized the train [B] by the number and the name, [F#m] it's the miner's silver ghost old [C#m] forty-one.
Then she vanished up the track [E] by the lonely switchman's shack, [C#m] like a mother who [B] was looking for [C#m] her son.
_ Now I heard a story, [E] how an engine went to glory, [C#m] over fifty years [B] ago on this same [C#m] line.
_ It was steaming for a cave and [E] there were men who needed saving, [C#m] but it missed a [B] curve and threshold [C#m] near the mine.
_ And every now and then you'll [B] hear her whistle on the wind, [F#m] if the mountain slides and many men [C#m] are lost.
_ It's a high and lonely wailing, [E] searching up and down the mountain, [C#m] it's the train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost.
The train they call the [B] miner's silver ghost.
_ The train they [B] call the miner's [C#m] silver ghost. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _