Chords for New Cut Road
Tempo:
127.6 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Em
F#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [E]
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool.
[B] He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mule.
Coleman Bonner's got a war-out blow.
[E] He's been playing all day down the new-cut road.
[B]
[E]
Coleman's little sister said, you better act right, Coleman.
[B] Daddy's gone to Louisville.
He'll be back tonight.
He's gonna get another wagon and a good [D] pair of mules.
[E] And we gonna move to Texas, we just waiting on you.
Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard.
He [B] said, pack up your lives, kids, it's getting too hard.
Kentucky's all right, but there's too many people.
[E] Well, just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple.
Coleman said, Daddy, don't you worry about me.
I'm [B] gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I die.
I'm gonna drink that sour mash.
I'm gonna race that mare [E] and find that woman with the fox red hair.
Now, y'all been moving west since the day you got married.
Well, [B] I'm getting off the wagon, Daddy.
I'm too old to be carried.
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows.
I'm [E] gonna play it all night down the new-cut road.
[B]
[G#] [E]
Coleman's daddy said, now what's it all coming to?
[B] Young [B] people these days, they're just as stubborn as mules.
You can't make them go.
No, he's too old for that.
[E] It's that damned old pedal and that folded hat.
Coleman's mama said, let the boy stay, [B] cause he's raised up solid.
He can find his own way.
But as for me, honey, I'm [F#] with you.
[E] I always thought Kentucky was just passing through.
Coleman's little sister, then she started into crying, [B] and his daddy shook his head
for the very last time.
Coleman's mama said, somebody's gotta do it.
[E] Wouldn't be no Kentucky
unless you didn't stick to it, Coleman.
Coleman and Farmer stood on the porch of that cabin, [B] watched them all go
to Texas in a covered wagon.
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosin' up his bow, [E] and he played a little tune called the new-cut road.
[B]
[E] [Em] [E]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[E] [Em] [E]
[F#] [E]
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool.
[B] He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mule.
Coleman Bonner's got a war-out blow.
[E] He's been playing all day down the new-cut road.
[B]
[E]
Coleman's little sister said, you better act right, Coleman.
[B] Daddy's gone to Louisville.
He'll be back tonight.
He's gonna get another wagon and a good [D] pair of mules.
[E] And we gonna move to Texas, we just waiting on you.
Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard.
He [B] said, pack up your lives, kids, it's getting too hard.
Kentucky's all right, but there's too many people.
[E] Well, just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple.
Coleman said, Daddy, don't you worry about me.
I'm [B] gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I die.
I'm gonna drink that sour mash.
I'm gonna race that mare [E] and find that woman with the fox red hair.
Now, y'all been moving west since the day you got married.
Well, [B] I'm getting off the wagon, Daddy.
I'm too old to be carried.
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows.
I'm [E] gonna play it all night down the new-cut road.
[B]
[G#] [E]
Coleman's daddy said, now what's it all coming to?
[B] Young [B] people these days, they're just as stubborn as mules.
You can't make them go.
No, he's too old for that.
[E] It's that damned old pedal and that folded hat.
Coleman's mama said, let the boy stay, [B] cause he's raised up solid.
He can find his own way.
But as for me, honey, I'm [F#] with you.
[E] I always thought Kentucky was just passing through.
Coleman's little sister, then she started into crying, [B] and his daddy shook his head
for the very last time.
Coleman's mama said, somebody's gotta do it.
[E] Wouldn't be no Kentucky
unless you didn't stick to it, Coleman.
Coleman and Farmer stood on the porch of that cabin, [B] watched them all go
to Texas in a covered wagon.
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosin' up his bow, [E] and he played a little tune called the new-cut road.
[B]
[E] [Em] [E]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[E] [Em] [E]
[F#] [E]
Key:
E
B
Em
F#
D
E
B
Em
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool.
[B] He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mule.
_ Coleman Bonner's got a war-out blow.
[E] He's been playing all day down the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Coleman's little sister said, you better act right, Coleman.
[B] Daddy's gone to Louisville.
He'll be back tonight.
He's gonna get another wagon and a good [D] pair of mules.
[E] And we gonna move to Texas, we just waiting on you.
_ Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard.
He [B] said, pack up your lives, kids, it's getting too hard. _
Kentucky's all right, but there's too many people.
[E] Well, just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple.
Coleman said, Daddy, don't you worry about me.
I'm [B] gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I die.
I'm gonna drink that sour mash.
I'm gonna race that mare [E] and find that woman with the fox red hair.
Now, y'all been moving west since the day you got married.
Well, [B] I'm getting off the wagon, Daddy.
I'm too old to be carried.
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows.
I'm [E] gonna play it all night down the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Coleman's daddy said, now what's it all coming to?
[B] Young [B] people these days, they're just as stubborn as mules.
You can't make them go.
No, he's too old for that.
[E] It's that damned old pedal and that folded hat. _
_ Coleman's mama said, let the boy stay, [B] cause he's raised up solid.
He can find his own way.
But as for me, honey, I'm [F#] with you.
[E] I always thought Kentucky was just passing through.
Coleman's little sister, then she started into crying, [B] and his daddy shook his head
for the very last time.
_ Coleman's mama said, somebody's gotta do it.
[E] Wouldn't be no Kentucky
unless you didn't stick to it, Coleman. _
Coleman and Farmer stood on the porch of that cabin, [B] watched them all go
to Texas in a covered wagon.
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosin' up his bow, [E] and he played a little tune called the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool.
[B] He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mule.
_ Coleman Bonner's got a war-out blow.
[E] He's been playing all day down the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Coleman's little sister said, you better act right, Coleman.
[B] Daddy's gone to Louisville.
He'll be back tonight.
He's gonna get another wagon and a good [D] pair of mules.
[E] And we gonna move to Texas, we just waiting on you.
_ Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard.
He [B] said, pack up your lives, kids, it's getting too hard. _
Kentucky's all right, but there's too many people.
[E] Well, just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple.
Coleman said, Daddy, don't you worry about me.
I'm [B] gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I die.
I'm gonna drink that sour mash.
I'm gonna race that mare [E] and find that woman with the fox red hair.
Now, y'all been moving west since the day you got married.
Well, [B] I'm getting off the wagon, Daddy.
I'm too old to be carried.
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows.
I'm [E] gonna play it all night down the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Coleman's daddy said, now what's it all coming to?
[B] Young [B] people these days, they're just as stubborn as mules.
You can't make them go.
No, he's too old for that.
[E] It's that damned old pedal and that folded hat. _
_ Coleman's mama said, let the boy stay, [B] cause he's raised up solid.
He can find his own way.
But as for me, honey, I'm [F#] with you.
[E] I always thought Kentucky was just passing through.
Coleman's little sister, then she started into crying, [B] and his daddy shook his head
for the very last time.
_ Coleman's mama said, somebody's gotta do it.
[E] Wouldn't be no Kentucky
unless you didn't stick to it, Coleman. _
Coleman and Farmer stood on the porch of that cabin, [B] watched them all go
to Texas in a covered wagon.
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosin' up his bow, [E] and he played a little tune called the new-cut road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
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