Chords for Smiley Bates Golden Guitar.wmv

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[C] _ _ _ I walked in [C]
through a honky [Em]-tonk [F] the other night down in New Orleans.
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _
Up above the bar hung a big guitar like none I'd ever seen.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The neck was set with diamonds, _ [D] _ [F] and although the strings were old, _ _ _ [G] _
like kings of sound,
they wound around six keys [B] of _ [C] solid gold. _ _
_ _ _ _ A man _ stepped up beside me.
_ _ [F] His breath was strong wine.
_ _ [F#] _ [G] He said, that guitar once belonged to a real close talent [C] of mine. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He used to play it _ right here.
[E] _ [F] I forget the year, about 45 I think.
_ _ [F#] _ [G] _
I could tell you quite a story, pal, if you'd care to buy [C] me a drink. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Well possessed by every weakness [E] that [F] _ makes a man a fool, _ _ _ _ [G] _ I bought a round, he drank it
down, and he leaned back [A] on his [C] stool. _ _ _ _ _
_ He said, I remember now, _ _ _ _ _ [F] it was 45 all right.
_ He _ _ [G] _ _
just returned from the great war. _ _ _
That's where he lost [C] his sight.
[D] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ His buddies gave him that guitar.
_ _ [E] _ [F] At the time it was simple and plain.
_ _ [G] He added the gold, [G] and the diamonds _ played _ his way to fame.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He was doing a show in Shreveport _ on [F] the night that he received the call.
[E] Come [A#m] _ [G] _
up here on the Granville Lockley, _ the [B] greatest show [C] of all. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ [C] _ _
_ _ I was driving him _ to Nashville.
_ _ [F] It was cold and misting rain.
[E] _ _ [G] The signals flashed and the whistles blew.
_ I swear, mister, [C] I never saw that train.
I _ _ _ _ _ heard the doctor tell him, _ _ _ [E] _ [F] just after he'd used his knife, _ _ _ [G] _ _
your lucky son was only your
arm, _ _ _ could have been [C] your life. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But he died that night. _
_ _ _ _ [F] Life just demanded more than he could give.
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ [G] _ _
I think he could have made it.
_ _ He just _ [A] lost his will to [C] live. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But this world's loss is heaven's gain.
_ [F] _ For tonight he's still a star.
_ [F#] _ [G] He plays with a band of angels.
That's my [B]
son's [E] golden guitar.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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