Chords for Michael Johnson - Bristlecone Pine
Tempo:
138.4 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
A
Em
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[A] [F#m]
[Em] [A]
[E] [Bm] [G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [Em]
Way up [Bm] in the mountains, [F#m] on the high timber [Bm] line,
[A] There's a twisted old [Em] tree [A] called the [Bm] bristlecone pine.
[G] The wind there [Bm] is bitter, it [A] pops like [Bm] a knife,
[A] Keeps that tree [Em] holding [A] on for [Bm] near life.
[A] [Bm]
[G] Hold [Bm] on it does, [A] standing its [Bm] ground,
[A] Standing as [Em] empires [A] rise and [Bm] fall down,
When Jesus was gathering [A] lambs [Bm] to his [F#m]
[Bm] fold.
[A] The tree was [Em] already [A] a thousand [Bm]
years [A] old,
[B]
[Bm] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going [A] to [F#m] heaven or [A] hell,
[D] So when I'm laid to rest [A] it would suit me [Bm] just fine.
[F#m]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the [B] bristlecone [A] pine,
[Bm]
[Em] For [Bm] as I would slowly [A] return to [Bm] the earth,
[A] What little [Em] this body [A] of mine [Bm] might be worth,
It'd soon start to nourish [A] the roots of [Bm] that tree,
[A]
[Bm]
[A] And it would [Em] partake of the [A] essence [Bm] of me.
[A] [Bm]
[G] [Em]
[Bm] But then [A] as the [Bm] century's turned,
[A] The small spark of [Em] me [A] will continue [Bm] to burn,
As long as the sun [A] does [Bm] continue to shine,
[A]
[Bm] [G]
Down [Bm] on the limbs [A] of the [Bm] bristlecone [A] pine.
[B]
[G] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going to [A] heaven or hell,
[G] So I must assume [D] the world to [F#m] serve out
[Bm] eternity's [F#m] time.
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the [B] bristlecone [F#]
[A] pine,
[Bm]
[Em] Sleep [Bm] at the feet of [A] the
[F#m] bristlecone [Bm]
[A] [B]
[F#m] [A] [Bm] pine.
[E] [B]
[E] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[E] [A]
[B] [Bm]
[N]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[A] [F#m]
[Em] [A]
[E] [Bm] [G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [Em]
Way up [Bm] in the mountains, [F#m] on the high timber [Bm] line,
[A] There's a twisted old [Em] tree [A] called the [Bm] bristlecone pine.
[G] The wind there [Bm] is bitter, it [A] pops like [Bm] a knife,
[A] Keeps that tree [Em] holding [A] on for [Bm] near life.
[A] [Bm]
[G] Hold [Bm] on it does, [A] standing its [Bm] ground,
[A] Standing as [Em] empires [A] rise and [Bm] fall down,
When Jesus was gathering [A] lambs [Bm] to his [F#m]
[Bm] fold.
[A] The tree was [Em] already [A] a thousand [Bm]
years [A] old,
[B]
[Bm] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going [A] to [F#m] heaven or [A] hell,
[D] So when I'm laid to rest [A] it would suit me [Bm] just fine.
[F#m]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the [B] bristlecone [A] pine,
[Bm]
[Em] For [Bm] as I would slowly [A] return to [Bm] the earth,
[A] What little [Em] this body [A] of mine [Bm] might be worth,
It'd soon start to nourish [A] the roots of [Bm] that tree,
[A]
[Bm]
[A] And it would [Em] partake of the [A] essence [Bm] of me.
[A] [Bm]
[G] [Em]
[Bm] But then [A] as the [Bm] century's turned,
[A] The small spark of [Em] me [A] will continue [Bm] to burn,
As long as the sun [A] does [Bm] continue to shine,
[A]
[Bm] [G]
Down [Bm] on the limbs [A] of the [Bm] bristlecone [A] pine.
[B]
[G] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going to [A] heaven or hell,
[G] So I must assume [D] the world to [F#m] serve out
[Bm] eternity's [F#m] time.
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the [B] bristlecone [F#]
[A] pine,
[Bm]
[Em] Sleep [Bm] at the feet of [A] the
[F#m] bristlecone [Bm]
[A] [B]
[F#m] [A] [Bm] pine.
[E] [B]
[E] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[E] [A]
[B] [Bm]
[N]
Key:
Bm
A
Em
F#m
B
Bm
A
Em
[B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
Way up [Bm] in the mountains, [F#m] on the high timber [Bm] line,
[A] There's a twisted old [Em] tree [A] called the _ [Bm] bristlecone pine.
[G] The wind there [Bm] is bitter, it [A] pops like [Bm] a knife,
_ [A] Keeps that tree [Em] holding _ [A] on for [Bm] near life.
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ Hold [Bm] on it does, _ [A] standing its [Bm] ground,
_ [A] Standing as [Em] _ empires [A] rise and [Bm] fall down,
When Jesus was gathering [A] lambs [Bm] to his _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] fold. _ _ _ _
[A] The tree was [Em] already [A] a thousand [Bm] _
years [A] old,
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going [A] to [F#m] heaven or [A] hell,
[D] So when I'm laid to rest [A] it would suit me [Bm] just fine.
_ [F#m] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the _ [B] bristlecone _ _ [A] pine,
[Bm] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ For [Bm] as I would slowly _ [A] return to [Bm] the earth,
[A] What little [Em] this body [A] of mine [Bm] might be worth,
It'd soon start to nourish [A] the roots of [Bm] that tree,
_ _ [A] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ [A] And it would [Em] partake of the [A] essence [Bm] of me.
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [Bm] But then [A] as the [Bm] century's turned,
[A] The small spark of [Em] me [A] will continue [Bm] to burn,
As long as the sun _ [A] does [Bm] continue to shine,
_ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Down [Bm] on the limbs [A] of the _ _ [Bm] bristlecone _ [A] pine.
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [G] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
_ [Em] When I die if [D] I'm going to [A] heaven or hell,
[G] So I must assume [D] the world to [F#m] serve out _
_ [Bm] eternity's [F#m] time. _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the _ [B] bristlecone [F#] _
_ [A] pine,
[Bm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ Sleep [Bm] at the feet of [A] the _
[F#m] _ bristlecone _ [Bm] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] pine.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
Way up [Bm] in the mountains, [F#m] on the high timber [Bm] line,
[A] There's a twisted old [Em] tree [A] called the _ [Bm] bristlecone pine.
[G] The wind there [Bm] is bitter, it [A] pops like [Bm] a knife,
_ [A] Keeps that tree [Em] holding _ [A] on for [Bm] near life.
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ Hold [Bm] on it does, _ [A] standing its [Bm] ground,
_ [A] Standing as [Em] _ empires [A] rise and [Bm] fall down,
When Jesus was gathering [A] lambs [Bm] to his _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] fold. _ _ _ _
[A] The tree was [Em] already [A] a thousand [Bm] _
years [A] old,
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
[Em] When I die if [D] I'm going [A] to [F#m] heaven or [A] hell,
[D] So when I'm laid to rest [A] it would suit me [Bm] just fine.
_ [F#m] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the _ [B] bristlecone _ _ [A] pine,
[Bm] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ For [Bm] as I would slowly _ [A] return to [Bm] the earth,
[A] What little [Em] this body [A] of mine [Bm] might be worth,
It'd soon start to nourish [A] the roots of [Bm] that tree,
_ _ [A] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ [A] And it would [Em] partake of the [A] essence [Bm] of me.
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [Bm] But then [A] as the [Bm] century's turned,
[A] The small spark of [Em] me [A] will continue [Bm] to burn,
As long as the sun _ [A] does [Bm] continue to shine,
_ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Down [Bm] on the limbs [A] of the _ _ [Bm] bristlecone _ [A] pine.
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [G] The way I [D] have lived there [A] ain't no way [D] to tell,
_ [Em] When I die if [D] I'm going to [A] heaven or hell,
[G] So I must assume [D] the world to [F#m] serve out _
_ [Bm] eternity's [F#m] time. _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[Bm] Sleep at the feet of [A] the _ [B] bristlecone [F#] _
_ [A] pine,
[Bm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ Sleep [Bm] at the feet of [A] the _
[F#m] _ bristlecone _ [Bm] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] pine.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _