Chords for Ohoopee River Bottomland
Tempo:
95.775 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Am
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
Mm-hmm.
It's about a little river in South [A] Georgia, where my family's been for [E] a couple hundred
years, making [A]
generations, sipping whiskey.
It's called the old Hooky River.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
[E] This low rent land has turned to sand, and I done stood about all I can.
I'm leaving.
[Am] I'm [E] leaving.
Papa, he said, good luck, son.
Try to remember there's always one you can turn [Am] to when you need to.
[E] Mama, fix the boy some ham and [D] po' cakes and dry your eyes, because you one [Am] day will make
his own way, [E] quick as you can, Lord, from [A] the Hooky River bottom of your hand.
Mm-hmm.
Farmhouse leaning in the barn's rot, back of his bed, chop his cot for a maker.
I make him.
[D] Bots and pines and proper tobacco, pour out mule, and [A] no count to try to quit, man.
This is it, man.
[E] Lance brought me pain, [D] sorrow, the trailway's coming through the [A] mar.
I'm leaving.
Here I am [E] soon as again, Lord, [A] from the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
Mm-hmm.
Two years gone, been [Am] on my own, barely told me money's gone.
[A] Reno, Reno, [D] bright rich town with the city sound.
[C] Everybody telling [E] me to lay your money down, Lord.
[Am] Get your bet down, Lord.
[E] [E] Them that's got, them [D] that's getting, and them that win, it's them [A] that's betting.
I'm leaving.
A little closer to [E] home again, Lord, back toward [Am] the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[A] Hot dry highway, Utah by the way, semi-stop, [Am] dead by the way, thank you.
Oh, thank you.
[D] Driver said, son, I just had to ask you, did you find yourself a greener [A] pasture, Nauset?
[Am] Said, Nauset.
[A] [E] Met a few people that's friend of [D] mine, but most of Utah's [Am] been unkind.
Salt Lake City, do [D] without me, there's some folks in Georgia that [E] care a little about me.
I'm leaving, home soon as I can, Lord.
To the Hooky River [Am] bottom of my hand.
[E] [A] Hooky River bottom of my hand.
[Em] [Am] Hooky River bottom of my hand.
[A] Oh, hell yeah.
Mm-hmm.
It's about a little river in South [A] Georgia, where my family's been for [E] a couple hundred
years, making [A]
generations, sipping whiskey.
It's called the old Hooky River.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
[E] This low rent land has turned to sand, and I done stood about all I can.
I'm leaving.
[Am] I'm [E] leaving.
Papa, he said, good luck, son.
Try to remember there's always one you can turn [Am] to when you need to.
[E] Mama, fix the boy some ham and [D] po' cakes and dry your eyes, because you one [Am] day will make
his own way, [E] quick as you can, Lord, from [A] the Hooky River bottom of your hand.
Mm-hmm.
Farmhouse leaning in the barn's rot, back of his bed, chop his cot for a maker.
I make him.
[D] Bots and pines and proper tobacco, pour out mule, and [A] no count to try to quit, man.
This is it, man.
[E] Lance brought me pain, [D] sorrow, the trailway's coming through the [A] mar.
I'm leaving.
Here I am [E] soon as again, Lord, [A] from the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
Mm-hmm.
Two years gone, been [Am] on my own, barely told me money's gone.
[A] Reno, Reno, [D] bright rich town with the city sound.
[C] Everybody telling [E] me to lay your money down, Lord.
[Am] Get your bet down, Lord.
[E] [E] Them that's got, them [D] that's getting, and them that win, it's them [A] that's betting.
I'm leaving.
A little closer to [E] home again, Lord, back toward [Am] the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[A] Hot dry highway, Utah by the way, semi-stop, [Am] dead by the way, thank you.
Oh, thank you.
[D] Driver said, son, I just had to ask you, did you find yourself a greener [A] pasture, Nauset?
[Am] Said, Nauset.
[A] [E] Met a few people that's friend of [D] mine, but most of Utah's [Am] been unkind.
Salt Lake City, do [D] without me, there's some folks in Georgia that [E] care a little about me.
I'm leaving, home soon as I can, Lord.
To the Hooky River [Am] bottom of my hand.
[E] [A] Hooky River bottom of my hand.
[Em] [Am] Hooky River bottom of my hand.
[A] Oh, hell yeah.
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_ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Mm-hmm. _
It's about a little river in South [A] Georgia, _ _ _ where my family's been for [E] a couple hundred
years, making _ [A]
generations, _ _ sipping whiskey. _ _ _
_ It's called the old Hooky River.
_ Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ This low rent land has turned to sand, and I done stood about all I can.
I'm leaving. _
[Am] I'm [E] leaving.
_ _ _ Papa, he said, good luck, son.
Try to remember there's always one you can turn [Am] to when you need to.
_ [E] Mama, fix the boy some ham and [D] po' cakes and dry your eyes, because you one [Am] day will make
his own way, _ [E] quick as you can, Lord, from [A] the Hooky River bottom of your hand.
_ Mm-hmm.
_ _ Farmhouse leaning in the barn's rot, back of his bed, chop his cot for a maker. _
I make him.
_ _ [D] Bots and pines and proper tobacco, pour out mule, and [A] no count to try to quit, man. _
This is it, man.
_ [E] Lance brought me pain, [D] sorrow, the trailway's coming through the [A] mar.
I'm leaving.
Here I am [E] soon as again, Lord, [A] from the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
_ Mm-hmm.
_ Two years gone, been [Am] on my own, barely told me money's gone.
[A] Reno, _ _ Reno, _ _ [D] bright rich town with the city sound.
[C] Everybody telling [E] me to lay your money down, Lord.
_ [Am] Get your bet down, Lord.
[E] [E] Them that's got, them [D] that's getting, and them that win, it's them [A] that's betting.
I'm leaving.
A little closer to [E] home again, Lord, back toward [Am] the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
_ [A] Hot dry highway, Utah by the way, semi-stop, [Am] dead by the way, thank you. _
Oh, thank you.
_ _ [D] Driver said, son, I just had to ask you, did you find yourself a greener [A] pasture, Nauset? _
[Am] Said, Nauset.
_ [A] _ [E] Met a few people that's friend of [D] mine, but most of Utah's [Am] been unkind.
Salt Lake City, do [D] without me, there's some folks in Georgia that [E] care a little about me.
I'm leaving, home soon as I can, Lord.
To the Hooky River [Am] bottom of my hand. _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] Hooky River bottom of my hand. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] Hooky River bottom of my hand. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Oh, hell yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Mm-hmm. _
It's about a little river in South [A] Georgia, _ _ _ where my family's been for [E] a couple hundred
years, making _ [A]
generations, _ _ sipping whiskey. _ _ _
_ It's called the old Hooky River.
_ Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ This low rent land has turned to sand, and I done stood about all I can.
I'm leaving. _
[Am] I'm [E] leaving.
_ _ _ Papa, he said, good luck, son.
Try to remember there's always one you can turn [Am] to when you need to.
_ [E] Mama, fix the boy some ham and [D] po' cakes and dry your eyes, because you one [Am] day will make
his own way, _ [E] quick as you can, Lord, from [A] the Hooky River bottom of your hand.
_ Mm-hmm.
_ _ Farmhouse leaning in the barn's rot, back of his bed, chop his cot for a maker. _
I make him.
_ _ [D] Bots and pines and proper tobacco, pour out mule, and [A] no count to try to quit, man. _
This is it, man.
_ [E] Lance brought me pain, [D] sorrow, the trailway's coming through the [A] mar.
I'm leaving.
Here I am [E] soon as again, Lord, [A] from the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
_ Mm-hmm.
_ Two years gone, been [Am] on my own, barely told me money's gone.
[A] Reno, _ _ Reno, _ _ [D] bright rich town with the city sound.
[C] Everybody telling [E] me to lay your money down, Lord.
_ [Am] Get your bet down, Lord.
[E] [E] Them that's got, them [D] that's getting, and them that win, it's them [A] that's betting.
I'm leaving.
A little closer to [E] home again, Lord, back toward [Am] the Hooky River bottom of my hand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
_ [A] Hot dry highway, Utah by the way, semi-stop, [Am] dead by the way, thank you. _
Oh, thank you.
_ _ [D] Driver said, son, I just had to ask you, did you find yourself a greener [A] pasture, Nauset? _
[Am] Said, Nauset.
_ [A] _ [E] Met a few people that's friend of [D] mine, but most of Utah's [Am] been unkind.
Salt Lake City, do [D] without me, there's some folks in Georgia that [E] care a little about me.
I'm leaving, home soon as I can, Lord.
To the Hooky River [Am] bottom of my hand. _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] Hooky River bottom of my hand. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] Hooky River bottom of my hand. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ Oh, hell yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _