Chords for Never Tire Of The Road - Andy Irvine with Donal Lunny and Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh
Tempo:
165.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] But Woody got three.
[A] [E] First three verses are about Woody and the last one is, well you have to make up your own mind about the last one.
Check this out.
[B]
[E]
I [A] [B]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[B]
[E] [A] [E]
was just a small [A]-time country [E] boy when I left that dusty town
Rode 66 [A] to the [E] westward and I [C#m] hopped an old [B] freight town
[A] California, [E] here I'd come
By [A] the side door of Pullman and the [E]
sunburned thumb
[C#m] They called us O [B]'Keeffe's [A] lowdown bums, [B] the police [E] on us brung
Never tire of the road
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire [B] of the ways of the [A] world
Way [E] out yonder is [A] a calling [B] key
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [E] lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
[B] Never [E] tire of the road
[A] On the road [B] that's my code
In a five-day slum [E] in the south [A] [E] of the month
California [A] to the New [E] York island, me and my guitar
And we played in [A] many's a [E] hobo jungle, [A] [C#m] many's a skid [B] row bar
[A]
Standing out in the wind and the rain, that lonesome whistle is a [E] sweet refrain
[C#m] When you're waiting for some [A] old freight [E] train, the car is an empty car
Never tire of the road
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire of the [E] ways of the [B]
world
[E] Way out yonder's a calling to [B] me
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [B] lonesome [C#m] voice that I [E] heard in my head said
[B] Never tire [E] of the road
[A]
[B]
[E]
[A] [E] You
[A]
[B]
[E] [A]
[E] [B] [E]
[A] [E] First three verses are about Woody and the last one is, well you have to make up your own mind about the last one.
Check this out.
[B]
[E]
I [A] [B]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[B]
[E] [A] [E]
was just a small [A]-time country [E] boy when I left that dusty town
Rode 66 [A] to the [E] westward and I [C#m] hopped an old [B] freight town
[A] California, [E] here I'd come
By [A] the side door of Pullman and the [E]
sunburned thumb
[C#m] They called us O [B]'Keeffe's [A] lowdown bums, [B] the police [E] on us brung
Never tire of the road
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire [B] of the ways of the [A] world
Way [E] out yonder is [A] a calling [B] key
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [E] lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
[B] Never [E] tire of the road
[A] On the road [B] that's my code
In a five-day slum [E] in the south [A] [E] of the month
California [A] to the New [E] York island, me and my guitar
And we played in [A] many's a [E] hobo jungle, [A] [C#m] many's a skid [B] row bar
[A]
Standing out in the wind and the rain, that lonesome whistle is a [E] sweet refrain
[C#m] When you're waiting for some [A] old freight [E] train, the car is an empty car
Never tire of the road
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire of the [E] ways of the [B]
world
[E] Way out yonder's a calling to [B] me
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [B] lonesome [C#m] voice that I [E] heard in my head said
[B] Never tire [E] of the road
[A]
[B]
[E]
[A] [E] You
[A]
[B]
[E] [A]
[E] [B] [E]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
G
E
A
B
[G] But Woody got three.
[A] _ _ [E] First three verses are about Woody and the last one is, well you have to make up your own mind about the last one.
Check this out. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
I [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ was just a small [A]-time country [E] boy when I left that dusty town
_ Rode 66 [A] to the [E] westward and I [C#m] hopped an old [B] freight town
_ [A] _ California, [E] here I'd come
By [A] the side door of Pullman and the [E] _
sunburned thumb
[C#m] They called us O [B]'Keeffe's [A] lowdown bums, [B] the police [E] on us _ _ brung
Never tire of the road
_ _ Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
_ Never tire [B] of the ways of the _ [A] world
Way [E] out yonder is [A] a calling [B] _ key
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [E] lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
[B] Never [E] tire of the road _ _ _ _
[A] On the road _ [B] that's my code
In a five-day slum [E] in the south [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ of the month _ _ _ _ _
_ _ California [A] to the New [E] York island, me and my _ guitar
And we played in [A] many's a [E] hobo jungle, [A] [C#m] many's a skid [B] row bar
_ [A]
Standing out in the wind and the rain, that lonesome whistle is a [E] sweet refrain
[C#m] When you're waiting for some [A] old freight [E] train, the car is an empty _ car _ _
Never tire of the road _ _
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire of the [E] ways of the _ [B]
world
[E] Way out yonder's a calling to [B] me
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [B] lonesome [C#m] voice that I [E] heard in my head said
[B] Never tire [E] of the _ _ road
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] You _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] First three verses are about Woody and the last one is, well you have to make up your own mind about the last one.
Check this out. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
I [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ was just a small [A]-time country [E] boy when I left that dusty town
_ Rode 66 [A] to the [E] westward and I [C#m] hopped an old [B] freight town
_ [A] _ California, [E] here I'd come
By [A] the side door of Pullman and the [E] _
sunburned thumb
[C#m] They called us O [B]'Keeffe's [A] lowdown bums, [B] the police [E] on us _ _ brung
Never tire of the road
_ _ Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
_ Never tire [B] of the ways of the _ [A] world
Way [E] out yonder is [A] a calling [B] _ key
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [E] lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
[B] Never [E] tire of the road _ _ _ _
[A] On the road _ [B] that's my code
In a five-day slum [E] in the south [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ of the month _ _ _ _ _
_ _ California [A] to the New [E] York island, me and my _ guitar
And we played in [A] many's a [E] hobo jungle, [A] [C#m] many's a skid [B] row bar
_ [A]
Standing out in the wind and the rain, that lonesome whistle is a [E] sweet refrain
[C#m] When you're waiting for some [A] old freight [E] train, the car is an empty _ car _ _
Never tire of the road _ _
Never tire [A] of the rolling quay
Never tire of the [E] ways of the _ [B]
world
[E] Way out yonder's a calling to [B] me
[E] And the dark road leads me onward
On the highway [A] that's my code
The [B] lonesome [C#m] voice that I [E] heard in my head said
[B] Never tire [E] of the _ _ road
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] You _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
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