Chords for Ol' Jim Bridger
Tempo:
89.95 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
B
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [A] [F#m]
[A] Old Jim Bridger, [A] he had a long [C#] beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [A] he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob with Jim.
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
A big Virginia boy who traveled out west.
A camper and a guide, he was the very best.
He had a snub-nosed pistol in the pocket of his vest.
[B] A great big heart [E] and a big broad chest, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
He knew the Rocky Mountains [E] like the back of his hand.
[F#] Paddled a canoe like no man can.
[Bm] He had a rock-hard fist and a squint in his eye.
[B] And if you trifled with Jim, [E] you was liable to die, [A] bye.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [B] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
[Bm] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[B] He blazed a path [A] called the Oregon Trail.
[B] The legend that he left [A] was a heroic tale.
He gave his all for the traveler's sake.
He was the first white man [E] to see the grapes on Lake, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [Bm] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] He was good with a bow [A] and a knife, it's true.
Split a heron hat with a tomahawk, too.
[F] The lions and the bears, [A] they gave no fuss.
[B] Jim didn't bother them if they didn't bother [A] us, hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] Old Kit Carson [A] and Jedediah Smith.
These were the boys that he hobnobbed with.
He loved the beasts of the field, the quiet and the stormy.
[B] Loved the little bitty beaver [E] cause they kept him warm, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] Cause he [E] was a man to reckon with.
He had a long rifle and he had a sharp eye.
[Bm] If you trifled with Jim, [A] he was liable to die.
He could shoot a speck of dust off a mat's right eye.
[B] He loved corn liquor [E] and sweet potato pie, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he had a long beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob [A] with Jim.
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] And he had a soft [A]-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] And you ought to read a [E] book [A] about him.
[Bm] Cause he was [E] a man
[A] to reckon with.
[A] Old Jim Bridger, [A] he had a long [C#] beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [A] he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob with Jim.
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
A big Virginia boy who traveled out west.
A camper and a guide, he was the very best.
He had a snub-nosed pistol in the pocket of his vest.
[B] A great big heart [E] and a big broad chest, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
He knew the Rocky Mountains [E] like the back of his hand.
[F#] Paddled a canoe like no man can.
[Bm] He had a rock-hard fist and a squint in his eye.
[B] And if you trifled with Jim, [E] you was liable to die, [A] bye.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [B] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
[Bm] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[B] He blazed a path [A] called the Oregon Trail.
[B] The legend that he left [A] was a heroic tale.
He gave his all for the traveler's sake.
He was the first white man [E] to see the grapes on Lake, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [Bm] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] He was good with a bow [A] and a knife, it's true.
Split a heron hat with a tomahawk, too.
[F] The lions and the bears, [A] they gave no fuss.
[B] Jim didn't bother them if they didn't bother [A] us, hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] Old Kit Carson [A] and Jedediah Smith.
These were the boys that he hobnobbed with.
He loved the beasts of the field, the quiet and the stormy.
[B] Loved the little bitty beaver [E] cause they kept him warm, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] Cause he [E] was a man to reckon with.
He had a long rifle and he had a sharp eye.
[Bm] If you trifled with Jim, [A] he was liable to die.
He could shoot a speck of dust off a mat's right eye.
[B] He loved corn liquor [E] and sweet potato pie, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he had a long beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob [A] with Jim.
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] And he had a soft [A]-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] And you ought to read a [E] book [A] about him.
[Bm] Cause he was [E] a man
[A] to reckon with.
Key:
A
F#m
B
Bm
E
A
F#m
B
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[A] Old Jim Bridger, [A] he had a long [C#] beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [A] he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob with Jim.
_ [B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ A big Virginia boy who traveled out west.
A camper and a guide, he was the very best.
He had a snub-nosed pistol in the pocket of his vest.
[B] A great big heart [E] and a big broad chest, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ He knew the Rocky Mountains [E] like the back of his hand.
[F#] Paddled a canoe like no man can.
[Bm] He had a rock-hard fist and a squint in his eye.
[B] And if you trifled with Jim, [E] you was liable to die, [A] bye.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [B] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
[Bm] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ [B] He blazed a path [A] called the Oregon Trail.
[B] The legend that he left [A] was a heroic tale.
He gave his all for the traveler's sake.
He was the first white man [E] to see the grapes on Lake, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [Bm] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ [Bm] He was good with a bow [A] and a knife, it's true.
Split a heron hat with a tomahawk, too.
[F] The lions and the bears, [A] they gave no fuss.
[B] Jim didn't bother them if they didn't bother [A] us, hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with. _ _
[Bm] Old Kit Carson [A] and Jedediah Smith.
These were the boys that he hobnobbed with.
He loved the beasts of the field, the quiet and the stormy.
[B] Loved the little bitty beaver [E] cause they kept him warm, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] Cause he [E] was a man to reckon with.
He had a long rifle and he had a sharp eye.
[Bm] If you trifled with Jim, [A] he was liable to die.
He could shoot a speck of dust off a mat's right eye.
[B] He loved corn liquor [E] and sweet potato pie, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he had a long beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob [A] with Jim. _ _
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] And he had a soft [A]-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
_ [Bm] And you ought to read a [E] book [A] about him.
[Bm] Cause he was [E] a man _
[A] to reckon with. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Old Jim Bridger, [A] he had a long [C#] beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [A] he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob with Jim.
_ [B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ A big Virginia boy who traveled out west.
A camper and a guide, he was the very best.
He had a snub-nosed pistol in the pocket of his vest.
[B] A great big heart [E] and a big broad chest, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ He knew the Rocky Mountains [E] like the back of his hand.
[F#] Paddled a canoe like no man can.
[Bm] He had a rock-hard fist and a squint in his eye.
[B] And if you trifled with Jim, [E] you was liable to die, [A] bye.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [B] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
[Bm] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ [B] He blazed a path [A] called the Oregon Trail.
[B] The legend that he left [A] was a heroic tale.
He gave his all for the traveler's sake.
He was the first white man [E] to see the grapes on Lake, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, [Bm] he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ [Bm] He was good with a bow [A] and a knife, it's true.
Split a heron hat with a tomahawk, too.
[F] The lions and the bears, [A] they gave no fuss.
[B] Jim didn't bother them if they didn't bother [A] us, hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with. _ _
[Bm] Old Kit Carson [A] and Jedediah Smith.
These were the boys that he hobnobbed with.
He loved the beasts of the field, the quiet and the stormy.
[B] Loved the little bitty beaver [E] cause they kept him warm, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was a [A] man to reckon with.
_ And he had a soft-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
[Bm] Cause he [E] was a man to reckon with.
He had a long rifle and he had a sharp eye.
[Bm] If you trifled with Jim, [A] he was liable to die.
He could shoot a speck of dust off a mat's right eye.
[B] He loved corn liquor [E] and sweet potato pie, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he had a long beard and he looked kinda weird, [A] hey.
Old [F#m] Jim Bridger, he was rough as a cob and you didn't play hob [A] with Jim. _ _
[B] Cause he was a [A] man to reckon with.
[Bm] And he had a soft [A]-hearted Jim.
But you didn't mess around with him.
Cause he was a man to reckon with.
_ [Bm] And you ought to read a [E] book [A] about him.
[Bm] Cause he was [E] a man _
[A] to reckon with. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _