Cherokee Fiddle Chords by Michael Martin Murphey
Tempo:
80.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G]
[A] [D]
When the train [G] pulled into the station, [A] he rolled up his [Bbm] sleeve, [Bm] rising up the boat.
[Bb]
[D] Little upside down, [G] orange blossom special.
[A] If you want to make a living, then you gotta put [D] on a good show.
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A]
He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] played for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners.
[A] Devil's dream [Gm] was a tune they [Bm] understood.
[Bb]
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, [A] and wait till the trains were running and the [D] weather was good.
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A] He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, played [G] for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
[G]
[A] [Bbm] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] [G]
[A] [D]
Now the Indians, they're dressing [G] up like cowboys.
[A] And the cowboys [Bb] are putting leather and [Bm] turquoise on.
[Bb]
[D] And the music is sold [G] by the lawyer.
[A] And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the [D] stations are gone.
Some [Bm] folks say they'll [D] never miss them.
Their [Bm] fiddles preach like the [B] engine breaks.
[A]
Old [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] gone forever.
[A] Like the music that they whistle on an old [D] locomotive, man.
When [Bm] you smell the smoke [D] and the cinder, stick [Bm] your hair back, open up [Em] your [A] case.
Play [D] Cherokee fiddle, play [G] for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let you lose [Bm] your place.
[Bb] No, good [A] whiskey never let you lose [D] your place.
[N]
[A] [D]
When the train [G] pulled into the station, [A] he rolled up his [Bbm] sleeve, [Bm] rising up the boat.
[Bb]
[D] Little upside down, [G] orange blossom special.
[A] If you want to make a living, then you gotta put [D] on a good show.
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A]
He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] played for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, [G] playing for the miners.
[A] Devil's dream [Gm] was a tune they [Bm] understood.
[Bb]
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, [A] and wait till the trains were running and the [D] weather was good.
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A] He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, played [G] for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
[G]
[A] [Bbm] [Bm] [Bb]
[D] [G]
[A] [D]
Now the Indians, they're dressing [G] up like cowboys.
[A] And the cowboys [Bb] are putting leather and [Bm] turquoise on.
[Bb]
[D] And the music is sold [G] by the lawyer.
[A] And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the [D] stations are gone.
Some [Bm] folks say they'll [D] never miss them.
Their [Bm] fiddles preach like the [B] engine breaks.
[A]
Old [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] gone forever.
[A] Like the music that they whistle on an old [D] locomotive, man.
When [Bm] you smell the smoke [D] and the cinder, stick [Bm] your hair back, open up [Em] your [A] case.
Play [D] Cherokee fiddle, play [G] for the whiskey.
[A] Good whiskey never let you lose [Bm] your place.
[Bb] No, good [A] whiskey never let you lose [D] your place.
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
Bb
D
A
G
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
When the train _ [G] pulled into the station, _ [A] he rolled up his [Bbm] sleeve, [Bm] rising up the boat.
[Bb] _
[D] Little upside down, _ [G] orange blossom special.
[A] If you want to make a living, then you gotta put [D] on a good show. _
[Bm] When he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, _ [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A]
He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, _ [G] played for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, _ [G] playing for the miners. _
[A] Devil's dream [Gm] was a tune they [Bm] understood.
[Bb] _
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, _ _ [A] and wait till the trains were running and the [D] weather was good. _
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, _ [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A] He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, played [G] for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Now the Indians, they're dressing [G] up like cowboys. _
[A] And the cowboys [Bb] are putting leather and [Bm] turquoise on.
[Bb] _
[D] And the music is sold [G] by the lawyer. _
[A] And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the [D] stations are gone.
Some [Bm] folks say they'll [D] never miss them.
Their [Bm] fiddles preach like the [B] engine breaks.
[A]
Old [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] gone forever. _ _
[A] Like the music that they whistle on an old [D] locomotive, man. _
When [Bm] you smell the smoke [D] and the cinder, stick [Bm] your hair back, open up [Em] your [A] case.
Play [D] Cherokee fiddle, play [G] for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let you lose [Bm] your place.
[Bb] No, good [A] whiskey never let you lose [D] your place. _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
When the train _ [G] pulled into the station, _ [A] he rolled up his [Bbm] sleeve, [Bm] rising up the boat.
[Bb] _
[D] Little upside down, _ [G] orange blossom special.
[A] If you want to make a living, then you gotta put [D] on a good show. _
[Bm] When he _ smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, _ [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A]
He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, _ [G] played for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place.
He was always there, _ [G] playing for the miners. _
[A] Devil's dream [Gm] was a tune they [Bm] understood.
[Bb] _
[D] Then he'd go back to [G] Oklahoma, _ _ [A] and wait till the trains were running and the [D] weather was good. _
[Bm] When he smelled the [D] smoke and the cinder, _ [Bm] he snuck his hair back, opened [Em] up his case.
[A] He played [D] Cherokee fiddle, played [G] for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let him [D] lose his place. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Now the Indians, they're dressing [G] up like cowboys. _
[A] And the cowboys [Bb] are putting leather and [Bm] turquoise on.
[Bb] _
[D] And the music is sold [G] by the lawyer. _
[A] And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the [D] stations are gone.
Some [Bm] folks say they'll [D] never miss them.
Their [Bm] fiddles preach like the [B] engine breaks.
[A]
Old [D] Cherokee fiddle, [G] gone forever. _ _
[A] Like the music that they whistle on an old [D] locomotive, man. _
When [Bm] you smell the smoke [D] and the cinder, stick [Bm] your hair back, open up [Em] your [A] case.
Play [D] Cherokee fiddle, play [G] for the whiskey. _
[A] Good whiskey never let you lose [Bm] your place.
[Bb] No, good [A] whiskey never let you lose [D] your place. _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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