Chords for Old Crow Medicine Show's "Carry Me Back" on BLUEGRASS UNDERGROUND (PBS)
Tempo:
145.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together to welcome the Grammy Award winning
Old Crow Medicine Show!
333 feet deep in the heart of the mountain.
[B] [E]
[Bm]
[A]
[D]
[A] [D]
Welcome to the valley of a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Shenandoah in 61.
I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
Hey!
My brother went first from the Colbert II, I was green as clover [E] in the morning dew.
[D] So I marched to the drum, sang to the tune, carried me back to Virginia.
Fire in the cannon, water in the well, [G] race through [D] the valley with a rebel yell.
[A] I learned [D] that quick, how to march like hell in the fix of that [A] bayonet.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] We disarmed and settled the powder and the gun.
We thought for a minute our fight was done.
So they lined us up into the metal zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
And they burned down the valley with a blaze of fire.
Up through the line like a red hot iron with red coal cover.
With the horses fired and we shivered in the cold.
I guess it all rang like a flame to hell.
We dug from the bucket and the ones that fell.
[A] To rest in a rag [D] and they lay like rats with a cat on their legs [A] and cried.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[A] [D]
Then we died in the valley, died in the swamps on the banks of the river.
With the white-tailed germs we died in the ditches.
Lying in the field in the valley, though I could pull a woman to heel.
Died in the war, stopped in the camps, good luck to the men that drove me into Raxacville.
I'm tired of the fight to defend and the fear to soar over Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, down in Carolina, way down in Georgia on the Tennessee [A] line.
A lot fuller [D] of all the gravity you lean.
Never want to go home to [A] Virginia, never [G] want to [A] go home to Virginia.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, [G] carry me [D] back, watch, carry [G] me [D] back, I want to be buried in Virginia.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Old Crow Medicine Show!
333 feet deep in the heart of the mountain.
[B] [E]
[Bm]
[A]
[D]
[A] [D]
Welcome to the valley of a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Shenandoah in 61.
I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
Hey!
My brother went first from the Colbert II, I was green as clover [E] in the morning dew.
[D] So I marched to the drum, sang to the tune, carried me back to Virginia.
Fire in the cannon, water in the well, [G] race through [D] the valley with a rebel yell.
[A] I learned [D] that quick, how to march like hell in the fix of that [A] bayonet.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] We disarmed and settled the powder and the gun.
We thought for a minute our fight was done.
So they lined us up into the metal zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
And they burned down the valley with a blaze of fire.
Up through the line like a red hot iron with red coal cover.
With the horses fired and we shivered in the cold.
I guess it all rang like a flame to hell.
We dug from the bucket and the ones that fell.
[A] To rest in a rag [D] and they lay like rats with a cat on their legs [A] and cried.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[A] [D]
Then we died in the valley, died in the swamps on the banks of the river.
With the white-tailed germs we died in the ditches.
Lying in the field in the valley, though I could pull a woman to heel.
Died in the war, stopped in the camps, good luck to the men that drove me into Raxacville.
I'm tired of the fight to defend and the fear to soar over Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, down in Carolina, way down in Georgia on the Tennessee [A] line.
A lot fuller [D] of all the gravity you lean.
Never want to go home to [A] Virginia, never [G] want to [A] go home to Virginia.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, [G] carry me [D] back, watch, carry [G] me [D] back, I want to be buried in Virginia.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Key:
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G
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A
_ _ _ Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together to welcome the Grammy Award winning
Old Crow Medicine Show!
_ 333 feet deep in the heart of the mountain. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Welcome to the valley of a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Shenandoah in 61.
I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
Hey! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My brother went first from the Colbert II, I was green as clover [E] in the morning dew.
[D] So I marched to the drum, sang to the tune, carried me back to Virginia.
Fire in the cannon, water in the well, [G] race through [D] the valley with a rebel yell.
[A] I learned [D] that quick, how to march like hell in the fix of that [A] bayonet.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ We disarmed and settled the powder and the gun.
We thought for a minute our fight was done.
So they lined us up into the metal zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
And they burned down the valley with a blaze of fire.
Up through the line like a red hot iron with red coal cover.
With the horses fired and we shivered in the cold.
I guess it all rang like a flame to hell.
We dug from the bucket and the ones that fell.
[A] To rest in a rag [D] and they lay like rats with a cat on their legs [A] and cried.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Then we died in the valley, died in the swamps on the banks of the river.
With the white-tailed germs we died in the ditches.
Lying in the field in the valley, though I could pull a woman to heel.
Died in the war, stopped in the camps, good luck to the men that drove me into Raxacville.
I'm tired of the fight to defend and the fear to soar over Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, down in Carolina, way down in Georgia on the Tennessee [A] line.
A lot fuller [D] of all the gravity you lean.
Never want to go home to [A] Virginia, never [G] want to [A] go home to Virginia.
_ [D] _ Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, [G] carry me [D] back, watch, carry [G] me [D] back, I want to be buried in Virginia. _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Old Crow Medicine Show!
_ 333 feet deep in the heart of the mountain. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Welcome to the valley of a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Shenandoah in 61.
I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
Hey! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My brother went first from the Colbert II, I was green as clover [E] in the morning dew.
[D] So I marched to the drum, sang to the tune, carried me back to Virginia.
Fire in the cannon, water in the well, [G] race through [D] the valley with a rebel yell.
[A] I learned [D] that quick, how to march like hell in the fix of that [A] bayonet.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ We disarmed and settled the powder and the gun.
We thought for a minute our fight was done.
So they lined us up into the metal zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
And they burned down the valley with a blaze of fire.
Up through the line like a red hot iron with red coal cover.
With the horses fired and we shivered in the cold.
I guess it all rang like a flame to hell.
We dug from the bucket and the ones that fell.
[A] To rest in a rag [D] and they lay like rats with a cat on their legs [A] and cried.
[D] Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Then we died in the valley, died in the swamps on the banks of the river.
With the white-tailed germs we died in the ditches.
Lying in the field in the valley, though I could pull a woman to heel.
Died in the war, stopped in the camps, good luck to the men that drove me into Raxacville.
I'm tired of the fight to defend and the fear to soar over Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, down in Carolina, way down in Georgia on the Tennessee [A] line.
A lot fuller [D] of all the gravity you lean.
Never want to go home to [A] Virginia, never [G] want to [A] go home to Virginia.
_ [D] _ Watch, carry me back, watch, carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
Watch, [G] carry me [D] back, watch, carry [G] me [D] back, I want to be buried in Virginia. _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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