Chords for Ralph Stanley, Ricky Skaggs, Patty Loveless — "She's More to Be Pitied" — Live
Tempo:
85.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
F
C
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
How do you know this fella, don't you?
He's like my father.
He's from over in Dickinson County, Virginia, right across the hill from where you're from.
That's true, and you know that I've got a little story [E] to tell Ralph.
There was a time that, well, maybe I shouldn't be telling it, [N] but he used to come over and party a little bit with one of my aunts.
That was my Aunt Beulah, and she told me all about it.
Ralph said that it was the best music she ever heard.
Aunt Beulah.
The best they ever made.
I'll tell you what, we'll do this in for Aunt Beulah, alright, because she's more to be pitied than scolded.
[G] She's
[D] [G] there at the bar every evening.
Face powdered, her cheeks [D] painted red.
[G] Her beauty has faded to her name.
Brought on by [D] the fast [G] life she's led.
[F] [C] She's more to be [G] pitied than scolded.
She needs to be [D] loved, not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [Dm] wine, [A] [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
[D]
[G]
[D] [G] She once was the belle of the ballroom.
She'd made some men a sweet while.
[D] [G] But too many parties, the wrong kind of crowd.
[D] Ruined her happy [G] young wife.
[G] [C] She's more to be pitied [G] than scolded.
She needs to be loved, not [D]
despised.
[G] Too much beer and wine, [Dm] [G]
too many good times.
But her aunties [D] don't correct [G] her young wife.
[D] [G]
[C] She's more to be pitied than [G] scolded.
She needs to be loved, [D] not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [F] wine, [G] too many good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
Too much beer and [F] wine, [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her young [G] wife.
Look, there he [A] is.
How do you [N] like this, boy?
He's like my father.
He's from over in Dickinson County, Virginia, right across the hill from where you're from.
That's true, and you know that I've got a little story [E] to tell Ralph.
There was a time that, well, maybe I shouldn't be telling it, [N] but he used to come over and party a little bit with one of my aunts.
That was my Aunt Beulah, and she told me all about it.
Ralph said that it was the best music she ever heard.
Aunt Beulah.
The best they ever made.
I'll tell you what, we'll do this in for Aunt Beulah, alright, because she's more to be pitied than scolded.
[G] She's
[D] [G] there at the bar every evening.
Face powdered, her cheeks [D] painted red.
[G] Her beauty has faded to her name.
Brought on by [D] the fast [G] life she's led.
[F] [C] She's more to be [G] pitied than scolded.
She needs to be [D] loved, not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [Dm] wine, [A] [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
[D]
[G]
[D] [G] She once was the belle of the ballroom.
She'd made some men a sweet while.
[D] [G] But too many parties, the wrong kind of crowd.
[D] Ruined her happy [G] young wife.
[G] [C] She's more to be pitied [G] than scolded.
She needs to be loved, not [D]
despised.
[G] Too much beer and wine, [Dm] [G]
too many good times.
But her aunties [D] don't correct [G] her young wife.
[D] [G]
[C] She's more to be pitied than [G] scolded.
She needs to be loved, [D] not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [F] wine, [G] too many good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
Too much beer and [F] wine, [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
But her [D] aunties don't correct her young [G] wife.
Look, there he [A] is.
How do you [N] like this, boy?
Key:
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D
F
C
Dm
G
D
F
How do you know this fella, don't you?
_ He's like my father.
He's from over in Dickinson County, Virginia, right across the hill from where you're from.
That's true, and you know that I've got a little story [E] to tell Ralph.
There was a time that, well, maybe I shouldn't be telling it, [N] but he used to come over and party a little bit with one of my aunts. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ That was my Aunt Beulah, and she told me all about it.
Ralph said that it was the best music she ever heard.
Aunt Beulah.
The best they ever made.
I'll tell you what, we'll do this in for Aunt Beulah, alright, because she's more to be pitied than scolded. _
[G] She's _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ there at the bar every evening.
Face powdered, her cheeks [D] painted red.
[G] Her beauty has faded to her name.
Brought on by [D] the fast [G] life she's led.
[F] [C] She's more to be [G] pitied than scolded.
She needs to be [D] loved, not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [Dm] wine, [A] _ [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
_ But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ She once was the belle of the ballroom.
She'd made some men a sweet while.
[D] _ [G] But too many parties, the wrong kind of crowd.
[D] Ruined her happy [G] young wife.
[G] [C] She's more to be pitied [G] than scolded.
She needs to be loved, not [D] _
despised.
[G] Too much beer and wine, [Dm] _ [G] _
too many good times.
_ But her aunties [D] don't correct [G] her young wife. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[C] She's more to be pitied than [G] scolded.
She needs to be loved, [D] not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [F] wine, _ [G] too many good times. _
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
_ Too much beer and [F] wine, _ [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
_ But her [D] aunties don't correct her young [G] wife. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Look, there he [A] is.
How do you [N] like this, boy?
_ He's like my father.
He's from over in Dickinson County, Virginia, right across the hill from where you're from.
That's true, and you know that I've got a little story [E] to tell Ralph.
There was a time that, well, maybe I shouldn't be telling it, [N] but he used to come over and party a little bit with one of my aunts. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ That was my Aunt Beulah, and she told me all about it.
Ralph said that it was the best music she ever heard.
Aunt Beulah.
The best they ever made.
I'll tell you what, we'll do this in for Aunt Beulah, alright, because she's more to be pitied than scolded. _
[G] She's _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ there at the bar every evening.
Face powdered, her cheeks [D] painted red.
[G] Her beauty has faded to her name.
Brought on by [D] the fast [G] life she's led.
[F] [C] She's more to be [G] pitied than scolded.
She needs to be [D] loved, not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [Dm] wine, [A] _ [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
_ But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ She once was the belle of the ballroom.
She'd made some men a sweet while.
[D] _ [G] But too many parties, the wrong kind of crowd.
[D] Ruined her happy [G] young wife.
[G] [C] She's more to be pitied [G] than scolded.
She needs to be loved, not [D] _
despised.
[G] Too much beer and wine, [Dm] _ [G] _
too many good times.
_ But her aunties [D] don't correct [G] her young wife. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[C] She's more to be pitied than [G] scolded.
She needs to be loved, [D] not despised.
[G] Too much beer and [F] wine, _ [G] too many good times. _
But her [D] aunties don't correct her [G] young wife.
_ Too much beer and [F] wine, _ [G]
[D] too many [G] good times.
_ But her [D] aunties don't correct her young [G] wife. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Look, there he [A] is.
How do you [N] like this, boy?