Chords for Stan Coster
Tempo:
153.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] By a warm electric heater, [D] in a softly padded chair,
[A] [D] In a lounge room brightly [A] lighted [E] by a glowing [A] chandelier.
[D] [A] Since my early days of droving, [D] the years have taken toll,
But I somehow miss [A] my swag rap [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
When I wake from sleep each morning, [D] and I ring the bedside bell,
The maid brings in [A] my breakfast, and [E] she fills my pipe [A] as well.
There are cakes and sweetened coffee, [D] on a tray of sparkling gold,
But I miss black tea and [A] dampen [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
I am driven out each evening, [D] by a chauffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flower [A] parks and gardens, [E] and the crowded city [A] streets.
But I drift back through the ages, [D] while the big car softly rolls,
To a stock route, [A] and a wagonette, [E] and a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D]
[A] [D] [A] I attend all social parties, [D] in the rich parts of the town,
Drinking wine from fancy [A] glasses, as [E] the waiters [A] go their rounds.
But I'd rather share a bottle, with [D] those roving maids of old,
In a pair of dusty [A] mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] In a pair of [A] dusty mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] [A]
[Gm]
[A] [D] In a lounge room brightly [A] lighted [E] by a glowing [A] chandelier.
[D] [A] Since my early days of droving, [D] the years have taken toll,
But I somehow miss [A] my swag rap [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
When I wake from sleep each morning, [D] and I ring the bedside bell,
The maid brings in [A] my breakfast, and [E] she fills my pipe [A] as well.
There are cakes and sweetened coffee, [D] on a tray of sparkling gold,
But I miss black tea and [A] dampen [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
I am driven out each evening, [D] by a chauffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flower [A] parks and gardens, [E] and the crowded city [A] streets.
But I drift back through the ages, [D] while the big car softly rolls,
To a stock route, [A] and a wagonette, [E] and a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D]
[A] [D] [A] I attend all social parties, [D] in the rich parts of the town,
Drinking wine from fancy [A] glasses, as [E] the waiters [A] go their rounds.
But I'd rather share a bottle, with [D] those roving maids of old,
In a pair of dusty [A] mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] In a pair of [A] dusty mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] [A]
[Gm]
Key:
A
D
E
Gm
A
D
E
Gm
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ By a warm electric heater, _ [D] in a softly padded chair, _
[A] [D] In a lounge room brightly [A] lighted [E] by a glowing _ _ [A] chandelier.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] [A] Since my early days of droving, _ [D] the years have taken toll,
_ But I somehow miss [A] my swag rap [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _ _
_ _ When I wake from sleep each morning, [D] and I ring the bedside bell,
_ The maid brings in [A] my breakfast, and [E] she fills my pipe [A] as well. _ _ _ _ _
There are cakes and sweetened coffee, _ [D] on a tray of sparkling gold, _
But I miss black tea and [A] dampen [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _
_ _ _ I am driven out each evening, [D] by a chauffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flower [A] parks and gardens, [E] and the crowded city [A] streets. _ _ _ _ _
But I drift back through the ages, _ [D] while the big car softly rolls, _
To a stock route, [A] and a wagonette, [E] and a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ [A] I attend all social parties, [D] in the rich parts of the town,
_ Drinking wine from fancy [A] glasses, as [E] the waiters [A] go their rounds. _ _ _ _
But I'd rather share a bottle, with [D] those roving maids of old,
In a pair of dusty [A] mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _ _
_ _ _ [D] In a pair of [A] dusty mulled skins, [E] by a fire of _ [A] peachy color.
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[A] [D] In a lounge room brightly [A] lighted [E] by a glowing _ _ [A] chandelier.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] [A] Since my early days of droving, _ [D] the years have taken toll,
_ But I somehow miss [A] my swag rap [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _ _
_ _ When I wake from sleep each morning, [D] and I ring the bedside bell,
_ The maid brings in [A] my breakfast, and [E] she fills my pipe [A] as well. _ _ _ _ _
There are cakes and sweetened coffee, _ [D] on a tray of sparkling gold, _
But I miss black tea and [A] dampen [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _
_ _ _ I am driven out each evening, [D] by a chauffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flower [A] parks and gardens, [E] and the crowded city [A] streets. _ _ _ _ _
But I drift back through the ages, _ [D] while the big car softly rolls, _
To a stock route, [A] and a wagonette, [E] and a fire of [A] peachy color.
[D] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ [A] I attend all social parties, [D] in the rich parts of the town,
_ Drinking wine from fancy [A] glasses, as [E] the waiters [A] go their rounds. _ _ _ _
But I'd rather share a bottle, with [D] those roving maids of old,
In a pair of dusty [A] mulled skins, [E] by a fire of [A] peachy color. _ _
_ _ _ [D] In a pair of [A] dusty mulled skins, [E] by a fire of _ [A] peachy color.
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _