Chords for Ricky Skaggs With Travis Tritt, Vince Gill, Earl Scruggs, Patty Loveless And Friends
Tempo:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Please welcome my good buddy, Mr.
Travis Trent.
What do you say, buddy?
Let's do one here.
Get it, boy.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] Now come and listen to my story.
Story that I [E] know is true.
About [A] a road to Bloomington, Georgia.
With hair of [E] gold and [A] hearts of truth.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down [E] where the tall pines grow.
[A]
There's my sweetheart down [D] the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my little [A] Georgia road.
Pick it, son.
[E] [A]
Mother left her with a carefree life.
She [E] had planned [A] the baby down this old lane.
One her mother could not slay.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A]
[E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
[Am]
[A] [E] [Em] [Am]
[G] [A] [E] [A]
We used to sing old songs together.
I watched her do her little [E] part.
She'd [A] smile at me when I would tell her.
That she [E] was my [A] sweetheart.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where [E] the tall pines grow.
[A] [Em] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
All right, fellas.
[E]
[A] [E]
[A] [D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my [A] little Georgia road.
[N] Ladies and gentlemen, a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame
and the Bluegrass Music Hall of Honor, the great Earl Scruggs.
And Mr.
Travis Trent.
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[G] Oh, yeah.
Oh, [Em]
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[N]
Here we go.
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All the people would come from far away.
The night's all night till the break of day.
When the call would harden, no, she doesn't.
You're humping, just ready to go.
[D] And in the evening, [A] bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[D] [A] [Am]
[A] [D] They played a note in called Soldier Joy.
They played one called the Boston Boy.
The Greeks of all of Stanley Land.
That's when the fiddle began.
[G] And in [D] the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[A]
Well, I'll never forget that marvel day
when Uncle Ben was called away.
He hung up his fiddle, and he hung up his bow.
And it was time for him to go.
[D] And in the [A] evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band [E] played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
[F#m] You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it [A] sing.
[D] [A]
[D] And [A] in the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[A]
Travis
[N]
Tritt.
Travis Tritt.
Here's all my guests tonight.
Vince Gill, Del McCurry, Allison Krause at Union Station,
Dan Tominski, Travis Tritt, Patty Loveless,
Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys,
Earl Scruggs, Randy Scruggs, Gary Scruggs,
Ricky Scru- uh, no, uh, Nickle Creek,
and Bruce Hornsby.
And thanks to all our friends at Public Television.
God bless you, we love you.
Here's a song that Mr.
Earl Scruggs plays better than anybody.
Here's Lonesome [D] Reuben.
All right, Earl.
[Am]
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[N]
Travis Trent.
What do you say, buddy?
Let's do one here.
Get it, boy.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] Now come and listen to my story.
Story that I [E] know is true.
About [A] a road to Bloomington, Georgia.
With hair of [E] gold and [A] hearts of truth.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down [E] where the tall pines grow.
[A]
There's my sweetheart down [D] the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my little [A] Georgia road.
Pick it, son.
[E] [A]
Mother left her with a carefree life.
She [E] had planned [A] the baby down this old lane.
One her mother could not slay.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A]
[E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
[Am]
[A] [E] [Em] [Am]
[G] [A] [E] [A]
We used to sing old songs together.
I watched her do her little [E] part.
She'd [A] smile at me when I would tell her.
That she [E] was my [A] sweetheart.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where [E] the tall pines grow.
[A] [Em] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
All right, fellas.
[E]
[A] [E]
[A] [D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
[A] [E] She's my [A] little Georgia road.
[N] Ladies and gentlemen, a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame
and the Bluegrass Music Hall of Honor, the great Earl Scruggs.
And Mr.
Travis Trent.
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[G] Oh, yeah.
Oh, [Em]
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Here we go.
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[D] [A]
All the people would come from far away.
The night's all night till the break of day.
When the call would harden, no, she doesn't.
You're humping, just ready to go.
[D] And in the evening, [A] bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[D] [A] [Am]
[A] [D] They played a note in called Soldier Joy.
They played one called the Boston Boy.
The Greeks of all of Stanley Land.
That's when the fiddle began.
[G] And in [D] the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[A]
Well, I'll never forget that marvel day
when Uncle Ben was called away.
He hung up his fiddle, and he hung up his bow.
And it was time for him to go.
[D] And in the [A] evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band [E] played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
[F#m] You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it [A] sing.
[D] [A]
[D] And [A] in the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing.
[A]
Travis
[N]
Tritt.
Travis Tritt.
Here's all my guests tonight.
Vince Gill, Del McCurry, Allison Krause at Union Station,
Dan Tominski, Travis Tritt, Patty Loveless,
Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys,
Earl Scruggs, Randy Scruggs, Gary Scruggs,
Ricky Scru- uh, no, uh, Nickle Creek,
and Bruce Hornsby.
And thanks to all our friends at Public Television.
God bless you, we love you.
Here's a song that Mr.
Earl Scruggs plays better than anybody.
Here's Lonesome [D] Reuben.
All right, Earl.
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Please welcome my good buddy, Mr.
Travis Trent.
_ _ What do you say, buddy?
_ Let's do one here.
Get it, boy.
_ [A] _
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[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ Now come and listen to my story.
Story that I [E] know is true.
About [A] a road to Bloomington, Georgia.
With hair of [E] gold and [A] hearts of truth.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
_ Way down [E] where the tall pines grow.
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There's my sweetheart down [D] the mountain.
_ [A] [E] She's my little [A] Georgia road.
Pick it, son. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ Mother left her with a carefree life.
She [E] had planned [A] the baby down this old lane.
One her mother could not slay.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
_ [A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
_ [A]
[E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
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[G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ We used to sing old songs together.
I watched her do her little [E] part.
She'd [A] smile at me when I would tell her.
That she [E] was my [A] sweetheart.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where [E] the tall pines grow.
_ [A] [Em] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain. _
[A] [E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
All right, fellas. _ _ _
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[A] _ [D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain. _ _
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
_ [A] [E] She's my [A] little Georgia road. _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ Ladies and gentlemen, a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame
and the Bluegrass Music Hall of Honor, the great Earl Scruggs.
_ And Mr.
Travis Trent. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Here we go.
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_ _ _ _ _ All the people would come from far away.
The night's all night till the break of day.
When the call would harden, no, she doesn't.
You're humping, just ready to go.
_ [D] And in the evening, [A] bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] They played a note in called Soldier Joy.
They played one called the Boston Boy.
The Greeks of all of Stanley Land.
That's when the fiddle began.
[G] And in [D] the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I'll never forget that marvel day
when Uncle Ben was called away.
He hung up his fiddle, and he hung up his bow.
And it was time for him to go.
[D] And in the [A] evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band [E] played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
[F#m] You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it [A] sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] And [A] in the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Travis _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Tritt.
_ _ _ Travis Tritt.
_ _ _ _ Here's all my guests tonight.
Vince Gill, Del McCurry, Allison Krause at Union Station,
Dan Tominski, Travis Tritt, Patty Loveless,
Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys,
Earl Scruggs, Randy Scruggs, Gary Scruggs,
Ricky Scru- uh, no, uh, Nickle Creek,
and Bruce Hornsby.
And thanks to all our friends at Public Television.
God bless you, we love you.
_ _ Here's a song that Mr.
Earl Scruggs plays better than anybody.
Here's Lonesome [D] Reuben.
All right, Earl. _ _ _
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Travis Trent.
_ _ What do you say, buddy?
_ Let's do one here.
Get it, boy.
_ [A] _
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[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ Now come and listen to my story.
Story that I [E] know is true.
About [A] a road to Bloomington, Georgia.
With hair of [E] gold and [A] hearts of truth.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
_ Way down [E] where the tall pines grow.
[A] _
There's my sweetheart down [D] the mountain.
_ [A] [E] She's my little [A] Georgia road.
Pick it, son. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Mother left her with a carefree life.
She [E] had planned [A] the baby down this old lane.
One her mother could not slay.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
_ [A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
_ [A]
[E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
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_ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [Em] _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ We used to sing old songs together.
I watched her do her little [E] part.
She'd [A] smile at me when I would tell her.
That she [E] was my [A] sweetheart.
[D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain.
Way down where [E] the tall pines grow.
_ [A] [Em] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain. _
[A] [E] She's my little Georgia [A] road.
All right, fellas. _ _ _
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[A] _ [D] Way down in the [A] Baird's Mountain. _ _
Way down where the [E] tall pines grow.
[A] There's my [D] sweetheart down the mountain.
_ [A] [E] She's my [A] little Georgia road. _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ Ladies and gentlemen, a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame
and the Bluegrass Music Hall of Honor, the great Earl Scruggs.
_ And Mr.
Travis Trent. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Here we go.
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_ _ _ _ _ All the people would come from far away.
The night's all night till the break of day.
When the call would harden, no, she doesn't.
You're humping, just ready to go.
_ [D] And in the evening, [A] bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] They played a note in called Soldier Joy.
They played one called the Boston Boy.
The Greeks of all of Stanley Land.
That's when the fiddle began.
[G] And in [D] the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I'll never forget that marvel day
when Uncle Ben was called away.
He hung up his fiddle, and he hung up his bow.
And it was time for him to go.
[D] And in the [A] evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band [E] played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
[F#m] You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it [A] sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] And [A] in the evening, bouncing down, howling, and healing.
And a band played a fiddle, or howling, ringing.
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Travis _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Tritt.
_ _ _ Travis Tritt.
_ _ _ _ Here's all my guests tonight.
Vince Gill, Del McCurry, Allison Krause at Union Station,
Dan Tominski, Travis Tritt, Patty Loveless,
Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys,
Earl Scruggs, Randy Scruggs, Gary Scruggs,
Ricky Scru- uh, no, uh, Nickle Creek,
and Bruce Hornsby.
And thanks to all our friends at Public Television.
God bless you, we love you.
_ _ Here's a song that Mr.
Earl Scruggs plays better than anybody.
Here's Lonesome [D] Reuben.
All right, Earl. _ _ _
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