More Than Just A Dram Chords by Robin Laing
Tempo:
140.6 bpm
Chords used:
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G
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[C]
Take clear water from the hill,
[Am] and barley from the lowlands,
Take a master [F] craftsman's skill, [C] and something harder [G] to define,
[F] Like secrets in [C] the shape of copper [Am] still, [F] or the slow, [G] silent magic work [C] of time.
[G]
[Am] Whiskey, you're the devil [F] in disguise, at least to some [C] that's the way it seems,
like an angel in [C] my eyes, catch the heady [Am] vapors as [G] they rise,
Take clear water from the hill,
[Am] and barley from the lowlands,
Take a master [F] craftsman's skill, [C] and something harder [G] to define,
[F] Like secrets in [C] the shape of copper [Am] still, [F] or the slow, [G] silent magic work [C] of time.
[G]
[Am] Whiskey, you're the devil [F] in disguise, at least to some [C] that's the way it seems,
like an angel in [C] my eyes, catch the heady [Am] vapors as [G] they rise,
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Take clear water from the hill, _
[Am] and barley from the lowlands,
Take a master _ [F] craftsman's skill, [C] and something harder [G] to define, _ _
[F] Like secrets in [C] the shape of copper [Am] still, _ [F] or the slow, [G] silent magic work [C] of time. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Am] Whiskey, you're the devil [F] in _ disguise, at least to some [C] _ that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the heady [Am] _ vapors as [G] they _ rise,
And turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ bring home sherry casks from Spain, _ _
[Am] _ Sanducar de _ barrameda, _ and fill them up [F] again, _ [C] with the spirit _ [G] of the land,
[F] Then let the [C] woodwork to the spirits [Am] gain, _ [F] in a process no [G] one fully _ [C] _ understands. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Whiskey, [A] you're the [G] devil in [F] _ disguise, at least to [C] some that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're _ more like an angel [C] in my eyes, _ catch the heady [Am] _ [C] vapors as [G] they rise,
And [D] turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ oh the spirit starts out clear,
_ [Am] But see the _ transformation _ after many [F] patient years,
[C] When at last the [G] tale _ _ unfolds, [F] for the colors [C] of the seasons will [Am] appear, _
[F] From palest yellow [G] to the deepest [C] _ gold. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ And whiskey, [A] you're the [G] devil in [F] disguise, _ _ at least to [C] some that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the _
[Am] heady vapors [G] as they _ _ rise,
And turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
when you hold it in your hand, _
It's [Am] the pulse of one small nation, so much more than [F] just a dram,
[C] You can see it [G] if you will, _ [C] the people and the weather _ [Am] and the land,
[F] The past [G] into the present _ [C] is distilled. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Whiskey, [Am] you're the devil in [F] _ disguise, at least to some [C] that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more _ like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the [Am] heady vapors [G] as they rise,
[F] And turn them [C] into peaceful, _ [G] pleasant [C] _
dreams. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Take clear water from the hill, _
[Am] and barley from the lowlands,
Take a master _ [F] craftsman's skill, [C] and something harder [G] to define, _ _
[F] Like secrets in [C] the shape of copper [Am] still, _ [F] or the slow, [G] silent magic work [C] of time. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Am] Whiskey, you're the devil [F] in _ disguise, at least to some [C] _ that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the heady [Am] _ vapors as [G] they _ rise,
And turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ bring home sherry casks from Spain, _ _
[Am] _ Sanducar de _ barrameda, _ and fill them up [F] again, _ [C] with the spirit _ [G] of the land,
[F] Then let the [C] woodwork to the spirits [Am] gain, _ [F] in a process no [G] one fully _ [C] _ understands. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Whiskey, [A] you're the [G] devil in [F] _ disguise, at least to [C] some that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're _ more like an angel [C] in my eyes, _ catch the heady [Am] _ [C] vapors as [G] they rise,
And [D] turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ oh the spirit starts out clear,
_ [Am] But see the _ transformation _ after many [F] patient years,
[C] When at last the [G] tale _ _ unfolds, [F] for the colors [C] of the seasons will [Am] appear, _
[F] From palest yellow [G] to the deepest [C] _ gold. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ And whiskey, [A] you're the [G] devil in [F] disguise, _ _ at least to [C] some that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the _
[Am] heady vapors [G] as they _ _ rise,
And turn them [C] into dreams, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
when you hold it in your hand, _
It's [Am] the pulse of one small nation, so much more than [F] just a dram,
[C] You can see it [G] if you will, _ [C] the people and the weather _ [Am] and the land,
[F] The past [G] into the present _ [C] is distilled. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Whiskey, [Am] you're the devil in [F] _ disguise, at least to some [C] that's the way it seems,
[F] But you're more _ like an angel in [C] my eyes, _ catch the [Am] heady vapors [G] as they rise,
[F] And turn them [C] into peaceful, _ [G] pleasant [C] _
dreams. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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