Chords for Patch The Pirate
Tempo:
101 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
G
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Aunt Mabel and my Uncle Jed.
All the dogs slept under the house and we had us a time.
And after my dad passed away, I got his old guitar.
And I was, my dad growing up would strum his old guitar, would drag it out and bring us
all in the living room and we'd sing hymns with him.
And so I got that old guitar.
And it's kind of beat up.
It probably isn't, well, it's [G] not the most expensive [C] guitar.
But I got to [G] looking at that and thinking, my dad was a lot like that old [C] guitar.
And we wrote this called My Father's Old Guitar.
My father was a southern [F] boy who [C] hailed from Dixieland.
He grew up [Am] picking cotton [D] and eating [G] grits and yams.
[F] Though he left old Mississippi, [Em] his heart never [Am] wandered far.
[Dm] I could always tell it [G] when he played his [C] old guitar.
[F]
My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [Em] strings, that music [Am] touched my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] land.
My dad would get his old [F] guitar and start [C] to strum a song.
Then we'd [Am] all gather round him for a [D] family [G] sing-along.
[F] I'd watch him strum each simple [Em] chord.
I'd listen [Am] to him play.
Just hoping [F] if I practiced [G] hard, I'd play like him [C] someday.
[F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [E] strings, that music [A] touched my soul.
He [F] sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And [F] now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C]
land.
My dad was like that old guitar.
[F] He filled our [C] lives with song.
He lived [Am] to praise his Savior.
And we [D] followed [G] right along.
[Am] [F] The music of his simple [Bm] life [Em] was clear and [Am] true and sweet.
His notes of [A] love [E] and chords of [G] prayer are ringing still.
[C] [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden strings, [Em] that music touched [Am] my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of [Em] Zion, of heaven's [A] glory's grand.
[Dm] And now my dad is [G] singing over in heaven's [C] glory land.
[Dm] And now my dad is singing [G] over in [Em] [Am]
[F] [G] heaven's glory [C]
All the dogs slept under the house and we had us a time.
And after my dad passed away, I got his old guitar.
And I was, my dad growing up would strum his old guitar, would drag it out and bring us
all in the living room and we'd sing hymns with him.
And so I got that old guitar.
And it's kind of beat up.
It probably isn't, well, it's [G] not the most expensive [C] guitar.
But I got to [G] looking at that and thinking, my dad was a lot like that old [C] guitar.
And we wrote this called My Father's Old Guitar.
My father was a southern [F] boy who [C] hailed from Dixieland.
He grew up [Am] picking cotton [D] and eating [G] grits and yams.
[F] Though he left old Mississippi, [Em] his heart never [Am] wandered far.
[Dm] I could always tell it [G] when he played his [C] old guitar.
[F]
My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [Em] strings, that music [Am] touched my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] land.
My dad would get his old [F] guitar and start [C] to strum a song.
Then we'd [Am] all gather round him for a [D] family [G] sing-along.
[F] I'd watch him strum each simple [Em] chord.
I'd listen [Am] to him play.
Just hoping [F] if I practiced [G] hard, I'd play like him [C] someday.
[F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [E] strings, that music [A] touched my soul.
He [F] sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And [F] now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C]
land.
My dad was like that old guitar.
[F] He filled our [C] lives with song.
He lived [Am] to praise his Savior.
And we [D] followed [G] right along.
[Am] [F] The music of his simple [Bm] life [Em] was clear and [Am] true and sweet.
His notes of [A] love [E] and chords of [G] prayer are ringing still.
[C] [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden strings, [Em] that music touched [Am] my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of [Em] Zion, of heaven's [A] glory's grand.
[Dm] And now my dad is [G] singing over in heaven's [C] glory land.
[Dm] And now my dad is singing [G] over in [Em] [Am]
[F] [G] heaven's glory [C]
Key:
F
C
G
Am
Em
F
C
G
[C] Aunt Mabel and my Uncle Jed.
All the dogs slept under the house and we had us a time.
And after my dad passed away, _ I got his old guitar.
And I was, my dad growing up would strum his old guitar, would drag it out and bring us
all in the living room and we'd sing hymns with him.
And so I got that old guitar.
And it's kind of beat up.
It probably isn't, well, it's [G] not the most expensive [C] guitar.
But I got to [G] looking at that and thinking, my dad was a lot like that old [C] guitar.
And we wrote this called My Father's Old Guitar.
_ _ _ My father was a southern [F] boy who [C] hailed from Dixieland.
He grew up [Am] picking cotton [D] and eating [G] grits and yams.
[F] Though he left old Mississippi, [Em] his heart never [Am] wandered far.
[Dm] I could always tell it [G] when he played his [C] old guitar.
_ _ [F]
My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [Em] strings, that music [Am] touched my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] land. _
_ _ _ _ My dad would get his old [F] guitar and start [C] to strum a song.
Then we'd [Am] all gather round him for a [D] family [G] sing-along.
[F] I'd watch him strum each simple [Em] chord.
I'd listen [Am] to him play.
Just hoping [F] if I practiced [G] hard, I'd play like him [C] someday.
_ [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [E] strings, that music [A] touched my soul.
He [F] sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And [F] now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] _
land.
_ _ _ _ My dad was like that old guitar.
[F] He filled our [C] lives with song.
He lived [Am] to praise his Savior.
And we [D] followed [G] right along.
_ [Am] [F] The music of his simple [Bm] life [Em] was clear and [Am] true and sweet.
_ _ His notes of [A] love [E] and chords of [G] prayer _ are ringing still.
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden strings, [Em] that music touched [Am] my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of [Em] Zion, of heaven's [A] glory's grand.
[Dm] And now my dad is [G] singing over in heaven's [C] glory land.
[Dm] And now my dad is singing [G] over in _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ [G] heaven's glory [C] _
All the dogs slept under the house and we had us a time.
And after my dad passed away, _ I got his old guitar.
And I was, my dad growing up would strum his old guitar, would drag it out and bring us
all in the living room and we'd sing hymns with him.
And so I got that old guitar.
And it's kind of beat up.
It probably isn't, well, it's [G] not the most expensive [C] guitar.
But I got to [G] looking at that and thinking, my dad was a lot like that old [C] guitar.
And we wrote this called My Father's Old Guitar.
_ _ _ My father was a southern [F] boy who [C] hailed from Dixieland.
He grew up [Am] picking cotton [D] and eating [G] grits and yams.
[F] Though he left old Mississippi, [Em] his heart never [Am] wandered far.
[Dm] I could always tell it [G] when he played his [C] old guitar.
_ _ [F]
My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [Em] strings, that music [Am] touched my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] land. _
_ _ _ _ My dad would get his old [F] guitar and start [C] to strum a song.
Then we'd [Am] all gather round him for a [D] family [G] sing-along.
[F] I'd watch him strum each simple [Em] chord.
I'd listen [Am] to him play.
Just hoping [F] if I practiced [G] hard, I'd play like him [C] someday.
_ [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden [E] strings, that music [A] touched my soul.
He [F] sang the songs of Zion, [Em] of heaven's [Am] glory's grand.
And [F] now my dad is singing [G] over in heaven's glory [C] _
land.
_ _ _ _ My dad was like that old guitar.
[F] He filled our [C] lives with song.
He lived [Am] to praise his Savior.
And we [D] followed [G] right along.
_ [Am] [F] The music of his simple [Bm] life [Em] was clear and [Am] true and sweet.
_ _ His notes of [A] love [E] and chords of [G] prayer _ are ringing still.
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] My father's old guitar [C] was scratched and mighty old.
[F] But when he touched those golden strings, [Em] that music touched [Am] my soul.
[F] He sang the songs of [Em] Zion, of heaven's [A] glory's grand.
[Dm] And now my dad is [G] singing over in heaven's [C] glory land.
[Dm] And now my dad is singing [G] over in _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ [G] heaven's glory [C] _