Chords for Porter Wagoner -- Charley's Picture
Tempo:
61.7 bpm
Chords used:
C#
D
A
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#]
A wino [F#] we called [C#] Charlie had a picture that he wore around his neck [G#] up on a chain.
[C#] But you couldn't [F#] see the face [C#] in Charlie's picture, just long [G#] brown hair and a poem [C#] in the frame.
We tried and [F#] tried to see [C#] old Charlie's picture, but we couldn't even tempt him [G#] with the wine.
[C#] His shaky [F#] hands would tightly [C#] grip the picture, and he'd recite [G#] the poem [C#] one more time.
You break this [F#] frame, the picture [C#] of perfection, while I'm the perfect picture [G#] of disgrace.
[C#] And upon your name [F#] I swear, [C#] until I'm worthy, I forbid my [G#] eyes to look [C#] upon your [A] face.
[D] Old Charlie [G] froze to death [D] one Sunday morning.
We found him, and I guess you know [A] the rest.
[D] Someone removed [G] the poem [D] from his picture, and the chilling [A] truth lay framed [D] upon his chest.
As I knelt down beside his body, the picture lay there before my [A] anxious eyes.
[D] And with trembling lips, [G] I whispered the [D] words of Charlie's poem.
As I stared into [A] the face of [D] Jesus Christ.
You [D] grace this [G] frame, the picture of [D] perfection, while I'm the perfect picture of [A] disgrace.
[D] And upon your name [G] I swear, until [D] I'm worthy, I forbid my [A] eyes to look upon [D] your face.
A wino [F#] we called [C#] Charlie had a picture that he wore around his neck [G#] up on a chain.
[C#] But you couldn't [F#] see the face [C#] in Charlie's picture, just long [G#] brown hair and a poem [C#] in the frame.
We tried and [F#] tried to see [C#] old Charlie's picture, but we couldn't even tempt him [G#] with the wine.
[C#] His shaky [F#] hands would tightly [C#] grip the picture, and he'd recite [G#] the poem [C#] one more time.
You break this [F#] frame, the picture [C#] of perfection, while I'm the perfect picture [G#] of disgrace.
[C#] And upon your name [F#] I swear, [C#] until I'm worthy, I forbid my [G#] eyes to look [C#] upon your [A] face.
[D] Old Charlie [G] froze to death [D] one Sunday morning.
We found him, and I guess you know [A] the rest.
[D] Someone removed [G] the poem [D] from his picture, and the chilling [A] truth lay framed [D] upon his chest.
As I knelt down beside his body, the picture lay there before my [A] anxious eyes.
[D] And with trembling lips, [G] I whispered the [D] words of Charlie's poem.
As I stared into [A] the face of [D] Jesus Christ.
You [D] grace this [G] frame, the picture of [D] perfection, while I'm the perfect picture of [A] disgrace.
[D] And upon your name [G] I swear, until [D] I'm worthy, I forbid my [A] eyes to look upon [D] your face.
Key:
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_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A wino [F#] we called [C#] Charlie had a picture that he wore around his neck [G#] up on a chain.
[C#] But you couldn't [F#] see the face [C#] in Charlie's picture, _ just long [G#] brown hair and a poem [C#] in the frame.
We tried and [F#] tried to see [C#] old Charlie's picture, _ but we couldn't even tempt him [G#] with the wine. _
[C#] His shaky [F#] hands would tightly [C#] grip the picture, _ and he'd recite [G#] the poem [C#] one more time.
You break this [F#] frame, the picture [C#] of perfection, _ while I'm the perfect picture [G#] of disgrace. _
[C#] And upon your name [F#] I swear, [C#] until I'm worthy, I forbid my [G#] eyes to look [C#] upon your [A] face.
[D] Old Charlie [G] froze to death [D] one Sunday morning. _
We found him, and I guess you know [A] the rest. _
[D] Someone removed [G] the poem [D] from his picture, and the chilling [A] truth lay framed [D] upon his chest. _
_ _ As I knelt down beside his body, _ the picture lay there before my [A] anxious eyes. _ _
[D] And with trembling lips, [G] I whispered the [D] words of Charlie's poem. _
As I stared into [A] the face of [D] Jesus Christ.
You [D] grace this [G] frame, the picture of [D] perfection, _ _ while I'm the perfect picture of [A] disgrace. _ _
[D] And upon your name [G] I swear, until [D] I'm worthy, _ I forbid my [A] eyes to look upon [D] your face. _ _
A wino [F#] we called [C#] Charlie had a picture that he wore around his neck [G#] up on a chain.
[C#] But you couldn't [F#] see the face [C#] in Charlie's picture, _ just long [G#] brown hair and a poem [C#] in the frame.
We tried and [F#] tried to see [C#] old Charlie's picture, _ but we couldn't even tempt him [G#] with the wine. _
[C#] His shaky [F#] hands would tightly [C#] grip the picture, _ and he'd recite [G#] the poem [C#] one more time.
You break this [F#] frame, the picture [C#] of perfection, _ while I'm the perfect picture [G#] of disgrace. _
[C#] And upon your name [F#] I swear, [C#] until I'm worthy, I forbid my [G#] eyes to look [C#] upon your [A] face.
[D] Old Charlie [G] froze to death [D] one Sunday morning. _
We found him, and I guess you know [A] the rest. _
[D] Someone removed [G] the poem [D] from his picture, and the chilling [A] truth lay framed [D] upon his chest. _
_ _ As I knelt down beside his body, _ the picture lay there before my [A] anxious eyes. _ _
[D] And with trembling lips, [G] I whispered the [D] words of Charlie's poem. _
As I stared into [A] the face of [D] Jesus Christ.
You [D] grace this [G] frame, the picture of [D] perfection, _ _ while I'm the perfect picture of [A] disgrace. _ _
[D] And upon your name [G] I swear, until [D] I'm worthy, _ I forbid my [A] eyes to look upon [D] your face. _ _