Chords for Sam Tucker [official video] - Bob Wayne
Tempo:
141.6 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This one here's a little story about a fella by the name of Sam Tucker.
Best damn gold miner ever lived in the fine state of Alabama.
But he never did cash in before he died.
In fact, some people say old Sam's gold's still hiding up there in them hills.
Well, legend says when old Sam first struck gold, you could hear him singing miles around.
There's gold, [A] gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, dig, dig in the dirt, dig in the dirt, till it's brown.
Shot, it's gonna [Am] run, run, run [A] like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl [D] in a jar of chai.
Sam Tucker [C] was an angry motherfucker on the way [G] up in the hills of [A] Alabama.
Story goes he [C] turned mud into gold, [G] filled his beard, grew [A] long, gray and white.
But old Sam [C] never lived in no mansion, [G] no, he stayed up in them hills till the day [A] he died.
And no one knows [C] where his fortune lay stowed, [G] but to find it, damn right [A] I'm gonna try.
Any luck, one day you're gonna hear me running down that mountainside, just to sing it.
[Am] There's gold, gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in [A] the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, [C] dig, dig in the dirt, dig in [G] the dirt, till it's brown.
[A] Shot, it's gonna run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl in a jar of chai.
So I set out [C] on a lifelong journey [G] to find old [A] Sam's pile of gold.
But Alabama's [C] pretty big, so I asked the town [G] for any clues about the legend they [A] might know.
Story goes [C] down there by the creek's where [D] old Sam Tucker staked his [Am] claims.
[A]
Legend says [C] on the fortnight of the full moon [G] you can still hear old [A] Sam sing.
So I set up camp down there by the creek, and just about the time that moon broke the creek,
I swear I heard old Sam's voice echoing through the hillside.
And if I'm not mistaken, I think I heard a jaw harp fiddle in there too.
[Am]
[B]
[A]
So I followed [C] the voice that I [G] heard through the thickets of [D] the [Am] briar's pines.
[A]
I saw a shadow of [C] an old gray man [G] sneaking back out of the mouth of his [A] gold mine.
I wasn't scared till he [C] saw me standing there.
He [G] said, boy, you'll never make this [A] gold alive.
But I'm Sam Tucker, and [C] I'm an evil motherfucker, [D] and I have been since the day that [A] I died.
Then he said, he said, he said,
You better [Am] run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the [A] mountainside.
[C] Try to take my gold, get a boat, get a boat, [A] get a boat down the creek, down the creek, run, try.
Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, [Bb] dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
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[D]
Best damn gold miner ever lived in the fine state of Alabama.
But he never did cash in before he died.
In fact, some people say old Sam's gold's still hiding up there in them hills.
Well, legend says when old Sam first struck gold, you could hear him singing miles around.
There's gold, [A] gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, dig, dig in the dirt, dig in the dirt, till it's brown.
Shot, it's gonna [Am] run, run, run [A] like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl [D] in a jar of chai.
Sam Tucker [C] was an angry motherfucker on the way [G] up in the hills of [A] Alabama.
Story goes he [C] turned mud into gold, [G] filled his beard, grew [A] long, gray and white.
But old Sam [C] never lived in no mansion, [G] no, he stayed up in them hills till the day [A] he died.
And no one knows [C] where his fortune lay stowed, [G] but to find it, damn right [A] I'm gonna try.
Any luck, one day you're gonna hear me running down that mountainside, just to sing it.
[Am] There's gold, gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in [A] the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, [C] dig, dig in the dirt, dig in [G] the dirt, till it's brown.
[A] Shot, it's gonna run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl in a jar of chai.
So I set out [C] on a lifelong journey [G] to find old [A] Sam's pile of gold.
But Alabama's [C] pretty big, so I asked the town [G] for any clues about the legend they [A] might know.
Story goes [C] down there by the creek's where [D] old Sam Tucker staked his [Am] claims.
[A]
Legend says [C] on the fortnight of the full moon [G] you can still hear old [A] Sam sing.
So I set up camp down there by the creek, and just about the time that moon broke the creek,
I swear I heard old Sam's voice echoing through the hillside.
And if I'm not mistaken, I think I heard a jaw harp fiddle in there too.
[Am]
[B]
[A]
So I followed [C] the voice that I [G] heard through the thickets of [D] the [Am] briar's pines.
[A]
I saw a shadow of [C] an old gray man [G] sneaking back out of the mouth of his [A] gold mine.
I wasn't scared till he [C] saw me standing there.
He [G] said, boy, you'll never make this [A] gold alive.
But I'm Sam Tucker, and [C] I'm an evil motherfucker, [D] and I have been since the day that [A] I died.
Then he said, he said, he said,
You better [Am] run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the [A] mountainside.
[C] Try to take my gold, get a boat, get a boat, [A] get a boat down the creek, down the creek, run, try.
Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, [Bb] dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
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_ _ This one here's a little story about a fella by the name of Sam Tucker.
Best damn gold miner ever lived in the fine state of Alabama.
But he never did cash in before he died.
In fact, some people say old Sam's gold's still hiding up there in them hills.
Well, legend says when old Sam first struck gold, you could hear him singing miles around.
_ There's gold, [A] gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, dig, dig in the dirt, dig in the dirt, till it's brown.
Shot, it's gonna [Am] run, run, run [A] like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl [D] in a jar of chai.
Sam Tucker [C] was an angry motherfucker on the way [G] up in the hills of [A] Alabama.
_ _ _ _ Story goes he [C] turned mud into gold, [G] filled his beard, grew [A] long, gray and white.
_ _ _ But old Sam [C] never lived in no mansion, [G] no, he stayed up in them hills till the day [A] he died.
_ _ And no one knows [C] where his fortune lay stowed, [G] but to find it, damn right [A] I'm gonna try.
_ Any luck, one day you're gonna hear me running down that mountainside, just to sing it. _
[Am] There's gold, gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in [A] the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, [C] dig, dig in the dirt, dig in [G] the dirt, till it's brown.
[A] Shot, it's gonna run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl in a jar of chai.
So I set out [C] on a lifelong journey [G] to find old [A] Sam's pile of gold. _ _ _
But Alabama's [C] pretty big, so I asked the town [G] for any clues about the legend they [A] might know. _ _ _
Story goes [C] down there by the creek's where [D] old Sam Tucker staked his [Am] claims.
_ _ [A] _
Legend says [C] on the fortnight of the full moon [G] you can still hear old [A] Sam sing. _
So I set up camp down there by the creek, and just about the time that moon broke the creek,
I swear I heard old Sam's voice echoing through the hillside.
And if I'm not mistaken, I think I heard a jaw harp fiddle in there too. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So I followed [C] the voice that I [G] heard through the thickets of [D] the [Am] briar's pines.
_ _ [A]
I saw a shadow of [C] an old gray man [G] sneaking back out of the mouth of his [A] gold mine. _ _
I wasn't scared till he [C] saw me standing there.
He [G] said, boy, you'll never make this [A] gold alive.
_ But I'm Sam Tucker, and [C] I'm an evil motherfucker, [D] and I have been since the day that [A] I died.
_ Then he said, he said, _ he said,
You better [Am] run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the [A] mountainside.
[C] Try to take my gold, get a boat, get a boat, [A] get a boat down the creek, down the creek, run, try.
Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, [Bb] dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ This one here's a little story about a fella by the name of Sam Tucker.
Best damn gold miner ever lived in the fine state of Alabama.
But he never did cash in before he died.
In fact, some people say old Sam's gold's still hiding up there in them hills.
Well, legend says when old Sam first struck gold, you could hear him singing miles around.
_ There's gold, [A] gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, dig, dig in the dirt, dig in the dirt, till it's brown.
Shot, it's gonna [Am] run, run, run [A] like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl [D] in a jar of chai.
Sam Tucker [C] was an angry motherfucker on the way [G] up in the hills of [A] Alabama.
_ _ _ _ Story goes he [C] turned mud into gold, [G] filled his beard, grew [A] long, gray and white.
_ _ _ But old Sam [C] never lived in no mansion, [G] no, he stayed up in them hills till the day [A] he died.
_ _ And no one knows [C] where his fortune lay stowed, [G] but to find it, damn right [A] I'm gonna try.
_ Any luck, one day you're gonna hear me running down that mountainside, just to sing it. _
[Am] There's gold, gold, gold in the mud, in the mud, in the creek, in [A] the creek, run, shot.
Gonna dig, [C] dig, dig in the dirt, dig in [G] the dirt, till it's brown.
[A] Shot, it's gonna run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the mountainside.
Three springs for a slab of meat, a pretty little girl in a jar of chai.
So I set out [C] on a lifelong journey [G] to find old [A] Sam's pile of gold. _ _ _
But Alabama's [C] pretty big, so I asked the town [G] for any clues about the legend they [A] might know. _ _ _
Story goes [C] down there by the creek's where [D] old Sam Tucker staked his [Am] claims.
_ _ [A] _
Legend says [C] on the fortnight of the full moon [G] you can still hear old [A] Sam sing. _
So I set up camp down there by the creek, and just about the time that moon broke the creek,
I swear I heard old Sam's voice echoing through the hillside.
And if I'm not mistaken, I think I heard a jaw harp fiddle in there too. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So I followed [C] the voice that I [G] heard through the thickets of [D] the [Am] briar's pines.
_ _ [A]
I saw a shadow of [C] an old gray man [G] sneaking back out of the mouth of his [A] gold mine. _ _
I wasn't scared till he [C] saw me standing there.
He [G] said, boy, you'll never make this [A] gold alive.
_ But I'm Sam Tucker, and [C] I'm an evil motherfucker, [D] and I have been since the day that [A] I died.
_ Then he said, he said, _ he said,
You better [Am] run, run, run like a river, gonna run like a river down the [A] mountainside.
[C] Try to take my gold, get a boat, get a boat, [A] get a boat down the creek, down the creek, run, try.
Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, [Bb] dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
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