Chords for Silver Ribbons
Tempo:
98.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
B
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
Traveling down this lonesome railroad, silver [Am] ribbons with no end.
[C] A million miles of cross ties mark a million [G] miles I've been.
[F] I pick peaches [G] down in Georgia, [F] apples [G] up in Maine.
[F] Pull cotton [C] out in Texas, [F] riding [C] on a train.
[D]
I was just a lad of seventeen, my daddy [Bm] turned me loose.
[D] Silver ribbons calling me, engine [A] and caboose.
[G] I can't recall [A] my mother, [G] she left when [A] I was two.
[G] Brunettes, [D] blondes and [G] redheads were the only love [D] I knew.
[G] Don't ask [A] me where [D] I'm going, [G] don't ask me where I've [D] been.
[G] Those [A] silver ribbons [D] will [Bm] take me there, [E]
there and [A] back [G] again.
One [A] more [G] time, [A] back again.
[F#m] [E]
Traveling to the tune of freight wheels is such a [C#m] lonely sound.
[E] Hear that lonesome whistle blow as we leave another [B] town.
[Am] I wish someone [B] was waiting [A] somewhere to [B] welcome me.
[A] Then those [F#] silver ribbons [A] would see no more [E] of me.
[A] Don't ask [B] me where [E] I'm going, [A] don't ask [B] me where [E] I've been.
[A] Those [B] silver ribbons [E] will [C#m] take me there, [F#] there [B] and back again.
[A] One [B] more [A] time, [B] back again.
[F#]
Traveling down this lonesome railroad, silver [Am] ribbons with no end.
[C] A million miles of cross ties mark a million [G] miles I've been.
[F] I pick peaches [G] down in Georgia, [F] apples [G] up in Maine.
[F] Pull cotton [C] out in Texas, [F] riding [C] on a train.
[D]
I was just a lad of seventeen, my daddy [Bm] turned me loose.
[D] Silver ribbons calling me, engine [A] and caboose.
[G] I can't recall [A] my mother, [G] she left when [A] I was two.
[G] Brunettes, [D] blondes and [G] redheads were the only love [D] I knew.
[G] Don't ask [A] me where [D] I'm going, [G] don't ask me where I've [D] been.
[G] Those [A] silver ribbons [D] will [Bm] take me there, [E]
there and [A] back [G] again.
One [A] more [G] time, [A] back again.
[F#m] [E]
Traveling to the tune of freight wheels is such a [C#m] lonely sound.
[E] Hear that lonesome whistle blow as we leave another [B] town.
[Am] I wish someone [B] was waiting [A] somewhere to [B] welcome me.
[A] Then those [F#] silver ribbons [A] would see no more [E] of me.
[A] Don't ask [B] me where [E] I'm going, [A] don't ask [B] me where [E] I've been.
[A] Those [B] silver ribbons [E] will [C#m] take me there, [F#] there [B] and back again.
[A] One [B] more [A] time, [B] back again.
[F#]
Key:
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B
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E
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Traveling down this lonesome railroad, silver [Am] ribbons with no end.
[C] A million miles of cross ties mark a million [G] miles I've been. _
[F] I pick peaches [G] down in Georgia, [F] apples [G] up in Maine.
[F] Pull cotton [C] out in Texas, [F] riding [C] on a train.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was just a lad of seventeen, my daddy [Bm] turned me loose.
[D] Silver ribbons calling me, engine [A] and caboose.
_ [G] I can't recall [A] my mother, [G] she left when [A] I was two.
[G] Brunettes, [D] blondes and [G] redheads were the only love [D] I knew.
_ [G] Don't ask [A] me where [D] I'm going, _ [G] don't ask me where I've [D] been.
_ [G] Those [A] silver ribbons [D] will [Bm] take me there, [E]
there and [A] back [G] again.
One [A] more [G] time, [A] back again.
[F#m] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Traveling to the tune of freight wheels is such a [C#m] lonely sound.
[E] Hear that lonesome whistle blow as we leave another [B] town. _
[Am] I wish someone [B] was waiting [A] somewhere to [B] welcome me.
[A] Then those [F#] silver ribbons [A] would see no more [E] of me.
_ [A] Don't ask [B] me where [E] I'm going, _ [A] don't ask [B] me where [E] I've been.
_ [A] Those [B] silver ribbons [E] will [C#m] take me there, [F#] _ there [B] and back again.
[A] One [B] more [A] time, [B] back again.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Traveling down this lonesome railroad, silver [Am] ribbons with no end.
[C] A million miles of cross ties mark a million [G] miles I've been. _
[F] I pick peaches [G] down in Georgia, [F] apples [G] up in Maine.
[F] Pull cotton [C] out in Texas, [F] riding [C] on a train.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was just a lad of seventeen, my daddy [Bm] turned me loose.
[D] Silver ribbons calling me, engine [A] and caboose.
_ [G] I can't recall [A] my mother, [G] she left when [A] I was two.
[G] Brunettes, [D] blondes and [G] redheads were the only love [D] I knew.
_ [G] Don't ask [A] me where [D] I'm going, _ [G] don't ask me where I've [D] been.
_ [G] Those [A] silver ribbons [D] will [Bm] take me there, [E]
there and [A] back [G] again.
One [A] more [G] time, [A] back again.
[F#m] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Traveling to the tune of freight wheels is such a [C#m] lonely sound.
[E] Hear that lonesome whistle blow as we leave another [B] town. _
[Am] I wish someone [B] was waiting [A] somewhere to [B] welcome me.
[A] Then those [F#] silver ribbons [A] would see no more [E] of me.
_ [A] Don't ask [B] me where [E] I'm going, _ [A] don't ask [B] me where [E] I've been.
_ [A] Those [B] silver ribbons [E] will [C#m] take me there, [F#] _ there [B] and back again.
[A] One [B] more [A] time, [B] back again.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _