Chords for My Walking Shoes Don't Fit Me Any More (LIVE) ... Nitty Gritty Dirt Band HQ
Tempo:
134.2 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
Bm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [Bm] [B]
I think he [C] introduced us to moonshine as a [B] matter of fact.
[E]
[B] [E] [B]
Really good on a cold [C] night I gotta tell you.
[B]
[G] This is a great little tune that [F] we learned from [E] Jimmy.
One of the first things we recorded.
[C] It's called My Walking Shoes Don't Fit Me [B] Anymore.
My
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Well, it's a long way from here or yonder.
My feet, they're getting my [F#] soul.
[B] Ain't coming back, he said, [E] my mind will wander.
[B] My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, Jimmy.
[E] [B]
These two, they're smart.
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
Let's hear it for that one harmonica, folks.
I've been home town gone for the big day.
You'll never hear me knocking on [F#] your door.
[B] I thought about it once, [E] but I was crazy.
[Bm] My walking [F#] shoes don't fit [B] me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
[B] It's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, guys.
[E] [B]
[F#]
[Bm] [E]
[B]
Try it again, folks.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
[E] [Gm]
[F] Thank [B] you.
[Gm]
I think he [C] introduced us to moonshine as a [B] matter of fact.
[E]
[B] [E] [B]
Really good on a cold [C] night I gotta tell you.
[B]
[G] This is a great little tune that [F] we learned from [E] Jimmy.
One of the first things we recorded.
[C] It's called My Walking Shoes Don't Fit Me [B] Anymore.
My
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Well, it's a long way from here or yonder.
My feet, they're getting my [F#] soul.
[B] Ain't coming back, he said, [E] my mind will wander.
[B] My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, Jimmy.
[E] [B]
These two, they're smart.
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
Let's hear it for that one harmonica, folks.
I've been home town gone for the big day.
You'll never hear me knocking on [F#] your door.
[B] I thought about it once, [E] but I was crazy.
[Bm] My walking [F#] shoes don't fit [B] me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
[B] It's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, guys.
[E] [B]
[F#]
[Bm] [E]
[B]
Try it again, folks.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
[E] [Gm]
[F] Thank [B] you.
[Gm]
Key:
B
E
F#
Bm
C
B
E
F#
[N] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ I think he [C] introduced us to moonshine as a [B] matter of fact.
_ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Really good on a cold [C] night I gotta tell you.
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] This is a great little tune that [F] we learned from [E] Jimmy.
One of the first things we recorded.
[C] It's called My Walking Shoes Don't Fit Me [B] Anymore.
_ _ My _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ Well, it's a long way from here or yonder.
_ My feet, they're getting my [F#] soul.
_ _ [B] Ain't coming back, he said, [E] my mind will wander.
_ [B] My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, Jimmy. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
These two, they're smart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ Let's hear it for that one harmonica, folks. _
_ _ I've been home town gone for the big day.
_ You'll never hear me knocking on [F#] your door.
[B] I thought about it once, [E] but I was crazy.
[Bm] My walking [F#] shoes don't fit [B] me anymore.
_ My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My _ walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
_ [B] It's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, guys. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Try it again, folks.
_ _ _ My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [F] _ _ _ Thank [B] you. _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I think he [C] introduced us to moonshine as a [B] matter of fact.
_ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Really good on a cold [C] night I gotta tell you.
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] This is a great little tune that [F] we learned from [E] Jimmy.
One of the first things we recorded.
[C] It's called My Walking Shoes Don't Fit Me [B] Anymore.
_ _ My _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ Well, it's a long way from here or yonder.
_ My feet, they're getting my [F#] soul.
_ _ [B] Ain't coming back, he said, [E] my mind will wander.
_ [B] My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a [E] town.
Honey, I work your [B] ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, Jimmy. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
These two, they're smart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ Let's hear it for that one harmonica, folks. _
_ _ I've been home town gone for the big day.
_ You'll never hear me knocking on [F#] your door.
[B] I thought about it once, [E] but I was crazy.
[Bm] My walking [F#] shoes don't fit [B] me anymore.
_ My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
My _ walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
_ [B] It's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
Come on, guys. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Try it again, folks.
_ _ _ My walking shoes don't fit me anymore.
_ _ My walking shoes don't fit [F#] me anymore.
Oh, [B] it's a town inside a town.
Honey, I work your ground.
My walking shoes don't fit me anymore. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [F] _ _ _ Thank [B] you. _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _