Chords for Spellemann østpå skogen
Tempo:
82.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [C]
[G] [G] [C]
He was born in the woods [G] to poverty [C] and need.
And his father meant the [F] plow, gave enough for [C] daily bread.
But [F] the boy wanted to be an angel, music was his [C] life.
He played on his fiddle, [G] got people by [C] the collar.
New-wild tones from his hand, and glinted in his gaze.
Here he made [F] a friendship bond, good old [C] romantic.
[F] Every dance floor was filled with rain and waltz.
And the fiddle man he played slowly, [G] with the girl around [C] his neck.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight.
[F]
[G] [C]
Astrology is history, about fiddle goes a song.
But the foot that [F] has lost its wisdom, it had [C] devil's shame.
[F] Every fiddle man's biggest wish is to get a [C] count.
He danced empty at the bar, [G] every [C] Saturday night.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight.
[G#] Every Saturday [F#] night at the bar, he invited you to [C#] dance.
Every herb is a [G#] clean rain, in rose [C#] and horse and tail.
See the girl [F#] tripping on her toes, and the boy [C#] makes a spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, has danced foot tonight.
See the girl tripping [F#] on her toes, and the boy makes a [C#] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G#] has danced foot [C#] tonight.
[G] [G] [C]
He was born in the woods [G] to poverty [C] and need.
And his father meant the [F] plow, gave enough for [C] daily bread.
But [F] the boy wanted to be an angel, music was his [C] life.
He played on his fiddle, [G] got people by [C] the collar.
New-wild tones from his hand, and glinted in his gaze.
Here he made [F] a friendship bond, good old [C] romantic.
[F] Every dance floor was filled with rain and waltz.
And the fiddle man he played slowly, [G] with the girl around [C] his neck.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight.
[F]
[G] [C]
Astrology is history, about fiddle goes a song.
But the foot that [F] has lost its wisdom, it had [C] devil's shame.
[F] Every fiddle man's biggest wish is to get a [C] count.
He danced empty at the bar, [G] every [C] Saturday night.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight.
[G#] Every Saturday [F#] night at the bar, he invited you to [C#] dance.
Every herb is a [G#] clean rain, in rose [C#] and horse and tail.
See the girl [F#] tripping on her toes, and the boy [C#] makes a spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, has danced foot tonight.
See the girl tripping [F#] on her toes, and the boy makes a [C#] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G#] has danced foot [C#] tonight.
Key:
C
F
G
C#
G#
C
F
G
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _
He was born in the woods [G] to poverty [C] and need.
And his father meant the [F] plow, gave enough for [C] daily bread.
But [F] the boy wanted to be an angel, music was his [C] life.
He played on his fiddle, [G] got people by [C] the collar. _
New-wild tones from his hand, and glinted in his gaze.
Here he made [F] a friendship bond, good old [C] romantic.
[F] Every dance floor was filled with rain and waltz.
And the fiddle man he played slowly, [G] with the girl around [C] his neck.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight. _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
Astrology is history, about fiddle goes a song.
But the foot that [F] has lost its wisdom, it had [C] devil's shame.
[F] Every fiddle man's biggest wish is to get a [C] count.
He danced empty at the bar, [G] every [C] Saturday night. _
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight. _
[G#] Every Saturday [F#] night at the bar, he invited you to [C#] dance.
Every herb is a [G#] clean rain, in rose [C#] and horse and tail.
See the girl [F#] tripping on her toes, and the boy [C#] makes a spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, has danced foot tonight.
See the girl tripping [F#] on her toes, and the boy makes a [C#] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G#] has danced foot [C#] tonight. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _
He was born in the woods [G] to poverty [C] and need.
And his father meant the [F] plow, gave enough for [C] daily bread.
But [F] the boy wanted to be an angel, music was his [C] life.
He played on his fiddle, [G] got people by [C] the collar. _
New-wild tones from his hand, and glinted in his gaze.
Here he made [F] a friendship bond, good old [C] romantic.
[F] Every dance floor was filled with rain and waltz.
And the fiddle man he played slowly, [G] with the girl around [C] his neck.
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight. _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
Astrology is history, about fiddle goes a song.
But the foot that [F] has lost its wisdom, it had [C] devil's shame.
[F] Every fiddle man's biggest wish is to get a [C] count.
He danced empty at the bar, [G] every [C] Saturday night. _
Every Saturday [F] night at the bar, he invited [C] you to dance.
Every herb [G] is a clean rain, in rose and [C] horse and tail.
See the girl [F] tripping on her toes, and the boy makes a [C] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G] has danced [C] foot tonight. _
[G#] Every Saturday [F#] night at the bar, he invited you to [C#] dance.
Every herb is a [G#] clean rain, in rose [C#] and horse and tail.
See the girl [F#] tripping on her toes, and the boy [C#] makes a spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, has danced foot tonight.
See the girl tripping [F#] on her toes, and the boy makes a [C#] spell.
Every fiddle man in the woods, [G#] has danced foot [C#] tonight. _ _
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