Merle Haggard The Funeral Chords
Tempo:
142.5 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Cm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Let me tell you about a man, Tommy Collins, a veteran in country music who interrupted his career by his own choice, to become a minister.
And by the way, I understand he was very successful.
And during this period of his life, Tommy pastored a small Baptist church in a very small town of Lincoln, California.
And it was during this time that he was called upon to speak at a funeral.
And the poem I want to recite for you now is a true experience of Tommy's.
And it's simply called, The Funeral.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm]
[Bb] [Eb]
A funeral is always a saddening [Ab] thing, for everybody, somebody, [G] to someone.
But [C] some funeral scenes [Cm] chill you to the bone.
One day in our town we had one.
[Fm]
A very young mother had died, something that [Bb] you just don't expect.
[D] And the [Eb] shops and stores had all closed their doors.
[Ab] They did it out of love and [G] respect.
[Gm]
[Ab] And in the crowded funeral home that day, with everyone present, weeping, [Eb] the sound of a little girl's voice was heard.
She said, [Gm]
That's my mommy, [C] she's sleeping.
[Fm] [Cm]
[Fm] Then I heard the sound of her little feet, [Ab] tap, tap, tap, [Gm] as she [Eb] made her way down the aisle.
[Bb] A little [Cm] purse dangled from her tiny [A] wrist, and it [Ab] brushed her best Sunday dress.
[Eb] And she [Fm] boldly asserted the confidence that [Bb] little folks like her possess.
[Eb]
To the life that has [Dm] no final chapter, there's no ending and [Gb] [Bbm] no last mile.
[C]
The preacher and the rest were [F] petrified, but on the little girl's face was a smile.
[Cm]
She said, Wake up, [Eb] mommy, wake up.
[Ab] [Eb] Still not satisfied, [Ab] she reached out with her [Bb] little hand and touched her face and [Fm] cried.
[Cm]
Then the brokenhearted daddy spoke [Gm] with the gentleness and with power.
[Ab]
And the words that issued from his lips [G] was the sermon for the [Eb] hour.
[Ab]
In a childlike faith, he told her that [Eb]
the dead in Christ will [Bb] rise.
God gave us his word, [F] he said, and we know that he never [Bb] lies.
[Fm] We can't wake [Eb] up our sleeping [Bb] mommy, but [Cm] we know someone who [Eb] can.
[F] [Ab]
Baby, only God can wake up mommy.
[Gm]
[Eb] Let's go home and leave her in his hands.
And by the way, I understand he was very successful.
And during this period of his life, Tommy pastored a small Baptist church in a very small town of Lincoln, California.
And it was during this time that he was called upon to speak at a funeral.
And the poem I want to recite for you now is a true experience of Tommy's.
And it's simply called, The Funeral.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm]
[Bb] [Eb]
A funeral is always a saddening [Ab] thing, for everybody, somebody, [G] to someone.
But [C] some funeral scenes [Cm] chill you to the bone.
One day in our town we had one.
[Fm]
A very young mother had died, something that [Bb] you just don't expect.
[D] And the [Eb] shops and stores had all closed their doors.
[Ab] They did it out of love and [G] respect.
[Gm]
[Ab] And in the crowded funeral home that day, with everyone present, weeping, [Eb] the sound of a little girl's voice was heard.
She said, [Gm]
That's my mommy, [C] she's sleeping.
[Fm] [Cm]
[Fm] Then I heard the sound of her little feet, [Ab] tap, tap, tap, [Gm] as she [Eb] made her way down the aisle.
[Bb] A little [Cm] purse dangled from her tiny [A] wrist, and it [Ab] brushed her best Sunday dress.
[Eb] And she [Fm] boldly asserted the confidence that [Bb] little folks like her possess.
[Eb]
To the life that has [Dm] no final chapter, there's no ending and [Gb] [Bbm] no last mile.
[C]
The preacher and the rest were [F] petrified, but on the little girl's face was a smile.
[Cm]
She said, Wake up, [Eb] mommy, wake up.
[Ab] [Eb] Still not satisfied, [Ab] she reached out with her [Bb] little hand and touched her face and [Fm] cried.
[Cm]
Then the brokenhearted daddy spoke [Gm] with the gentleness and with power.
[Ab]
And the words that issued from his lips [G] was the sermon for the [Eb] hour.
[Ab]
In a childlike faith, he told her that [Eb]
the dead in Christ will [Bb] rise.
God gave us his word, [F] he said, and we know that he never [Bb] lies.
[Fm] We can't wake [Eb] up our sleeping [Bb] mommy, but [Cm] we know someone who [Eb] can.
[F] [Ab]
Baby, only God can wake up mommy.
[Gm]
[Eb] Let's go home and leave her in his hands.
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Cm
Fm
Eb
Ab
Bb
Let me tell you about a man, _ _ _ Tommy Collins, _ a veteran in country music who interrupted his career by his own choice, _ to become a minister.
_ _ And by the way, I understand he was very successful. _ _ _
And during this period of his life, Tommy pastored a small Baptist church in a very small town of Lincoln, California.
_ _ And it was during this time that he was called upon to speak at a funeral.
_ _ _ And the poem I want to recite for you now is _ a true experience of Tommy's. _
_ And it's simply called, The Funeral.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
A funeral is always a saddening [Ab] thing, _ _ for everybody, somebody, [G] to someone.
_ _ _ _ _ But [C] some funeral scenes [Cm] chill you to the bone.
_ One day in our town we had one.
_ _ _ [Fm]
A very young mother had died, something that [Bb] you just don't expect.
_ _ [D] And the [Eb] shops and stores had all closed their doors.
_ [Ab] They did it out of love and [G] respect.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
[Ab] And in the crowded funeral home that day, with everyone present, weeping, _ _ _ [Eb] the sound of a little girl's voice was heard.
_ She said, [Gm]
That's my mommy, [C] she's sleeping.
[Fm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
[Fm] Then I heard the sound of her little feet, _ [Ab] tap, tap, tap, _ [Gm] _ as she [Eb] made her way down the aisle.
_ [Bb] _ A little [Cm] purse dangled from her tiny [A] wrist, and it [Ab] brushed her best Sunday dress.
_ [Eb] _ _ And she [Fm] boldly asserted the confidence that [Bb] little folks like her possess.
[Eb] _ _
_ To the life that has [Dm] no final chapter, there's no ending and [Gb] [Bbm] no last mile.
_ [C] _
_ The preacher and the rest were [F] petrified, but _ on the little girl's face was a smile.
[Cm] _
_ _ _ She said, Wake up, [Eb] mommy, wake up.
[Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] Still not satisfied, _ [Ab] she reached out with her [Bb] little hand and touched her face and [Fm] cried.
[Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Then the brokenhearted daddy spoke [Gm] with the gentleness _ and with power.
_ [Ab]
And the words that issued from his lips _ [G] was the sermon for the [Eb] hour.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _
In a childlike faith, he told her that _ [Eb] _
the dead in Christ _ will [Bb] rise.
_ _ _ God gave us his word, [F] he said, _ and we know that he never [Bb] lies. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ We can't wake [Eb] up our sleeping [Bb] mommy, _ _ _ but [Cm] we know someone who [Eb] can.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _
_ Baby, only God can wake up mommy.
[Gm] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ Let's go home and leave her in his hands. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And by the way, I understand he was very successful. _ _ _
And during this period of his life, Tommy pastored a small Baptist church in a very small town of Lincoln, California.
_ _ And it was during this time that he was called upon to speak at a funeral.
_ _ _ And the poem I want to recite for you now is _ a true experience of Tommy's. _
_ And it's simply called, The Funeral.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
A funeral is always a saddening [Ab] thing, _ _ for everybody, somebody, [G] to someone.
_ _ _ _ _ But [C] some funeral scenes [Cm] chill you to the bone.
_ One day in our town we had one.
_ _ _ [Fm]
A very young mother had died, something that [Bb] you just don't expect.
_ _ [D] And the [Eb] shops and stores had all closed their doors.
_ [Ab] They did it out of love and [G] respect.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
[Ab] And in the crowded funeral home that day, with everyone present, weeping, _ _ _ [Eb] the sound of a little girl's voice was heard.
_ She said, [Gm]
That's my mommy, [C] she's sleeping.
[Fm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
[Fm] Then I heard the sound of her little feet, _ [Ab] tap, tap, tap, _ [Gm] _ as she [Eb] made her way down the aisle.
_ [Bb] _ A little [Cm] purse dangled from her tiny [A] wrist, and it [Ab] brushed her best Sunday dress.
_ [Eb] _ _ And she [Fm] boldly asserted the confidence that [Bb] little folks like her possess.
[Eb] _ _
_ To the life that has [Dm] no final chapter, there's no ending and [Gb] [Bbm] no last mile.
_ [C] _
_ The preacher and the rest were [F] petrified, but _ on the little girl's face was a smile.
[Cm] _
_ _ _ She said, Wake up, [Eb] mommy, wake up.
[Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] Still not satisfied, _ [Ab] she reached out with her [Bb] little hand and touched her face and [Fm] cried.
[Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Then the brokenhearted daddy spoke [Gm] with the gentleness _ and with power.
_ [Ab]
And the words that issued from his lips _ [G] was the sermon for the [Eb] hour.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _
In a childlike faith, he told her that _ [Eb] _
the dead in Christ _ will [Bb] rise.
_ _ _ God gave us his word, [F] he said, _ and we know that he never [Bb] lies. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ We can't wake [Eb] up our sleeping [Bb] mommy, _ _ _ but [Cm] we know someone who [Eb] can.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _
_ Baby, only God can wake up mommy.
[Gm] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ Let's go home and leave her in his hands. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _