Small Victory Chords by Garnet Rogers
Tempo:
85.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C] [G]
[E] [G]
[E] [G]
[C] [G]
You've no business buying the mare like that, but buy her if you must.
He bit the end of his cigar and spat it in the dust.
She's old, she's lame and barren too, she's not worth feed and hay.
But I'll give her this, he blew smoke at me, she was something in her day.
I recall her well ten years ago, she was a winner in her prime.
She was fast and lean and willing, but they raced her [D] past her time.
[G] And though [G] she had the heart, her legs were gone, and it wasn't hard to see.
They kept her at it in the hopes of just one more small victory.
So she was shunted round from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine.
They'd run her in, she'd claim her, Zaldo up to master pain.
And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day.
He'd be throwing good cash after bad, [D] it's best he turned [G] away.
Well, they led her round the auction shed, [C] and the bidding [G] started low.
[C] To go [G] for dog food, someone said, the market's [D] been that slow.
[G] But she raised her head and pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell,
she was mine.
My friend turned round to me, you're soft-headed, I can tell.
But she's been shoved from pillar to post, said I, and always done her best.
They used her up, they wrung her dry, you'd think [A] she'd earned her rest.
[G] So if she does not but end [C] her days [D] beneath some shady [G] tree,
I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard, and that's enough for me.
[A]
[G] [A]
[G] [C] [G]
Well, that was near two years ago, [C] she's filled [G] out some since then.
The more so since she's been in full, she eats [E] enough for ten.
[G] And this morning as I crept to the barn, around [D] about half past [G] three,
there stood nursing arms till [C] trembling legs, one more [G] small victory.
[A]
[G] [C] [G]
[E] [G]
[E] [G]
[C] [G]
You've no business buying the mare like that, but buy her if you must.
He bit the end of his cigar and spat it in the dust.
She's old, she's lame and barren too, she's not worth feed and hay.
But I'll give her this, he blew smoke at me, she was something in her day.
I recall her well ten years ago, she was a winner in her prime.
She was fast and lean and willing, but they raced her [D] past her time.
[G] And though [G] she had the heart, her legs were gone, and it wasn't hard to see.
They kept her at it in the hopes of just one more small victory.
So she was shunted round from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine.
They'd run her in, she'd claim her, Zaldo up to master pain.
And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day.
He'd be throwing good cash after bad, [D] it's best he turned [G] away.
Well, they led her round the auction shed, [C] and the bidding [G] started low.
[C] To go [G] for dog food, someone said, the market's [D] been that slow.
[G] But she raised her head and pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell,
she was mine.
My friend turned round to me, you're soft-headed, I can tell.
But she's been shoved from pillar to post, said I, and always done her best.
They used her up, they wrung her dry, you'd think [A] she'd earned her rest.
[G] So if she does not but end [C] her days [D] beneath some shady [G] tree,
I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard, and that's enough for me.
[A]
[G] [A]
[G] [C] [G]
Well, that was near two years ago, [C] she's filled [G] out some since then.
The more so since she's been in full, she eats [E] enough for ten.
[G] And this morning as I crept to the barn, around [D] about half past [G] three,
there stood nursing arms till [C] trembling legs, one more [G] small victory.
[A]
[G] [C] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
A
E
G
C
D
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You've no business buying the mare like that, but buy her if you must.
He bit the end of his cigar and spat it in the dust.
She's old, she's lame and barren too, she's not worth feed and hay.
But I'll give her this, he blew smoke at me, she was something in her day.
_ _ _ _ _ I recall her well ten years ago, she was a winner in her prime.
She was fast and lean and willing, but they raced her [D] past her time.
[G] And though [G] she had the heart, her legs were gone, and it wasn't hard to see.
They kept her at it in the hopes of just one more small victory.
So she was shunted round from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine.
They'd run her in, she'd claim her, Zaldo up to master pain.
And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day.
He'd be throwing good cash after bad, [D] it's best he turned [G] away.
_ Well, they led her round the auction shed, [C] and the bidding [G] started low.
[C] To go [G] for dog food, someone said, the market's [D] been that slow.
[G] But she raised her head and pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell,
she was mine.
My friend turned round to me, you're soft-headed, I can tell.
_ _ _ _ _ But she's been shoved from pillar to post, said I, and always done her best.
They used her up, they wrung her dry, you'd think [A] she'd earned her rest.
[G] So if she does not but end [C] her days [D] beneath some shady [G] tree,
I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard, and that's enough for me. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, that was near two years ago, [C] she's filled [G] out some since then.
The more so since she's been in full, she eats [E] enough for ten.
[G] And this morning as I crept to the barn, around [D] about half past [G] three,
there stood nursing arms till [C] trembling legs, one more [G] small victory. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You've no business buying the mare like that, but buy her if you must.
He bit the end of his cigar and spat it in the dust.
She's old, she's lame and barren too, she's not worth feed and hay.
But I'll give her this, he blew smoke at me, she was something in her day.
_ _ _ _ _ I recall her well ten years ago, she was a winner in her prime.
She was fast and lean and willing, but they raced her [D] past her time.
[G] And though [G] she had the heart, her legs were gone, and it wasn't hard to see.
They kept her at it in the hopes of just one more small victory.
So she was shunted round from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine.
They'd run her in, she'd claim her, Zaldo up to master pain.
And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day.
He'd be throwing good cash after bad, [D] it's best he turned [G] away.
_ Well, they led her round the auction shed, [C] and the bidding [G] started low.
[C] To go [G] for dog food, someone said, the market's [D] been that slow.
[G] But she raised her head and pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell,
she was mine.
My friend turned round to me, you're soft-headed, I can tell.
_ _ _ _ _ But she's been shoved from pillar to post, said I, and always done her best.
They used her up, they wrung her dry, you'd think [A] she'd earned her rest.
[G] So if she does not but end [C] her days [D] beneath some shady [G] tree,
I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard, and that's enough for me. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, that was near two years ago, [C] she's filled [G] out some since then.
The more so since she's been in full, she eats [E] enough for ten.
[G] And this morning as I crept to the barn, around [D] about half past [G] three,
there stood nursing arms till [C] trembling legs, one more [G] small victory. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
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