Chords for Steve Tilston - 'Slip Jigs and Reels'
Tempo:
117 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
dreamt
Jigs [A] and Wheels
[D] just
a little [G] bit of a musical
something
you may remember
used
to be on the [D] [G] radio
[D] [G] just
think one of the best tunes ever written
just
tell me what you [A] think of this [D] tune
[G] [A] [D]
you
get somebody [Em] hungry and want to sleep in a car and help [D] them
look
at the girl
[G]
[D] [Am]
[D] da
da da da da [A] da da da da da da [D] da da da da da da da da da da da da [G]
[D]
da
[C#] [D] [A]
[G] [D] good
tune, eh?
I wish I'd written that one
it's
actually written by a fella called Sidney
Sidney Vinge
of Swindon
Everybody thinks it's Elizabethan, it's called Elizabethan [A] Serenade, [D] but it's a local binge.
[G] [D] Did you have to put quizzes up here?
You're just good with that.
It was [Em] [D]
barely a minute, his [G] grandfather's call, [D] so lent to the lining, intentionally no.
Goodbye to the family, [G] goodbye to the shore,
[D]
the night as before, [G] [D] Juneteenth, [Em] [D]
[G] [D] a boat on the ocean,
[G] toss like a coral, [D] and one fine morning recited New York,
and he stood on the gangplank, and he [G] breathed in the air,
[D] and there were plenty [D] of comfort to share.
Well, how did it like the ladies, [D] who rise in the fall,
with their ankles [A] and dresses down on [D] the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs [G] and [D] reels.
Of course, now let's [G] talk of a [D] pistol, [G] some say a knife,
[D] and all are green, there was somebody's wild,
some kind of commotion, a [G] terrible fight,
[D] left the man for dead and ran into the night.
On a train from St.
Louis, just a [G] one-jump ahead,
[D]
he slept one eye [G] open, [D] the sixth gone in bed,
and he dreamt of the mountains, and [G] the green fields of hope,
[D] while crossing the plains [G] where [D] the buffalo roam.
[D]
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their [A] ankles and dresses down on the [D] dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
[Em] [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
[Em] [D]
[G] [D]
Now bad reputations, [G] a hard thing to [D] bear,
but this post-morning young children they stare,
but he found consolation, and flash [G] company,
[D] the life makes a bad weather girl.
Well, they called him the Kid, by twenty [G]-one,
[D] all that he knew [G] was the [D] power of the gun,
and by twenty feet, he [G] shot five men down,
[D] and she's gone in his way as she rambled around.
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and [A] dresses down on the [D] dance [G] floor,
[D] and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em]
[D] But [G] he took [D] most delight in the slick jigs and [G] [D] reels.
Now there's [Em] moans on the desert, [D] [G] buzzards that fly,
[D] in the [G] highest of circles, [D] just wishing he'd die,
but in matters of cruelty, [G] it must be said,
[D] I love a pinky of bones before he did.
[G] [D]
It was one of best of their roles, I [G] heard people [D] say,
in the deadliest ambush near Orr, Santa Fe,
and the young buck was taken, dressed in a [G] coat,
[D] and signed the [G] lining, [D] a tax-shilling [Em] note.
[D]
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em] [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
The slick jigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[E]
[D#]
[G] [Cm]
Jigs [A] and Wheels
[D] just
a little [G] bit of a musical
something
you may remember
used
to be on the [D] [G] radio
[D] [G] just
think one of the best tunes ever written
just
tell me what you [A] think of this [D] tune
[G] [A] [D]
you
get somebody [Em] hungry and want to sleep in a car and help [D] them
look
at the girl
[G]
[D] [Am]
[D] da
da da da da [A] da da da da da da [D] da da da da da da da da da da da da [G]
[D]
da
[C#] [D] [A]
[G] [D] good
tune, eh?
I wish I'd written that one
it's
actually written by a fella called Sidney
Sidney Vinge
of Swindon
Everybody thinks it's Elizabethan, it's called Elizabethan [A] Serenade, [D] but it's a local binge.
[G] [D] Did you have to put quizzes up here?
You're just good with that.
It was [Em] [D]
barely a minute, his [G] grandfather's call, [D] so lent to the lining, intentionally no.
Goodbye to the family, [G] goodbye to the shore,
[D]
the night as before, [G] [D] Juneteenth, [Em] [D]
[G] [D] a boat on the ocean,
[G] toss like a coral, [D] and one fine morning recited New York,
and he stood on the gangplank, and he [G] breathed in the air,
[D] and there were plenty [D] of comfort to share.
Well, how did it like the ladies, [D] who rise in the fall,
with their ankles [A] and dresses down on [D] the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs [G] and [D] reels.
Of course, now let's [G] talk of a [D] pistol, [G] some say a knife,
[D] and all are green, there was somebody's wild,
some kind of commotion, a [G] terrible fight,
[D] left the man for dead and ran into the night.
On a train from St.
Louis, just a [G] one-jump ahead,
[D]
he slept one eye [G] open, [D] the sixth gone in bed,
and he dreamt of the mountains, and [G] the green fields of hope,
[D] while crossing the plains [G] where [D] the buffalo roam.
[D]
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their [A] ankles and dresses down on the [D] dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
[Em] [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
[Em] [D]
[G] [D]
Now bad reputations, [G] a hard thing to [D] bear,
but this post-morning young children they stare,
but he found consolation, and flash [G] company,
[D] the life makes a bad weather girl.
Well, they called him the Kid, by twenty [G]-one,
[D] all that he knew [G] was the [D] power of the gun,
and by twenty feet, he [G] shot five men down,
[D] and she's gone in his way as she rambled around.
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and [A] dresses down on the [D] dance [G] floor,
[D] and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em]
[D] But [G] he took [D] most delight in the slick jigs and [G] [D] reels.
Now there's [Em] moans on the desert, [D] [G] buzzards that fly,
[D] in the [G] highest of circles, [D] just wishing he'd die,
but in matters of cruelty, [G] it must be said,
[D] I love a pinky of bones before he did.
[G] [D]
It was one of best of their roles, I [G] heard people [D] say,
in the deadliest ambush near Orr, Santa Fe,
and the young buck was taken, dressed in a [G] coat,
[D] and signed the [G] lining, [D] a tax-shilling [Em] note.
[D]
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em] [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
The slick jigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[E]
[D#]
[G] [Cm]
Key:
D
G
Em
A
Bm
D
G
Em
_ _ _ _ _dreamt
Jigs [A] and Wheels_
[D] _ _ _just
a little [G] bit of a _ _ _ _ musical_
_something
you may remember_
_used
to be on the [D] _ _ [G] _ _ radio_
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _just
think one of the best tunes ever written_
_just
tell me what you [A] think of this [D] tune_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_you
get somebody [Em] hungry and want to sleep in a car and help [D] _ them_
_look
at the girl_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _da
da da da da [A] da da da da da da [D] da da da da da da da da da da da da _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
da_
_ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _good
tune, eh?
I _ wish I'd written that _ one_
_it's
actually written by a fella called Sidney_
_Sidney Vinge_
_of Swindon_
Everybody thinks it's Elizabethan, it's called Elizabethan [A] Serenade, [D] but it's a local _ _ _ binge.
[G] _ [D] _ _ Did you have to _ put quizzes up here?
You're just good with that.
It was [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _
barely a minute, his [G] grandfather's call, [D] so lent to the lining, intentionally no.
Goodbye to the family, [G] goodbye to the shore,
_ [D]
the night as before, [G] [D] Juneteenth, _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ a boat on the ocean,
[G] toss like a coral, [D] and one fine morning recited New York,
and he stood on the gangplank, and he [G] breathed in the air,
[D] and there were plenty [D] of comfort to share. _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, [D] who rise in the fall,
with their ankles [A] and dresses down on [D] the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
_ [Em] _
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs [G] and [D] reels.
Of course, _ _ now let's [G] talk of a [D] pistol, [G] some say a knife,
[D] and all are green, there was somebody's wild,
some kind of commotion, a [G] terrible fight,
_ [D] left the man for dead and ran into the night. _ _ _ _ _ _
On a train from St.
Louis, just a [G] one-jump ahead,
[D]
he slept one eye [G] open, [D] the sixth gone in bed,
and he dreamt of the mountains, and [G] the green fields of hope,
[D] while crossing the plains [G] where [D] the buffalo roam.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their [A] ankles and dresses down on the [D] dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed? _
[Em] _ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ Now bad reputations, [G] a hard thing to [D] bear,
but this post-morning young children they stare,
but he found _ consolation, and flash [G] company,
_ [D] the life makes a bad weather girl. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, they called him the Kid, by twenty [G]-one, _
[D] all that he knew [G] was the [D] power of the gun,
and by twenty feet, he [G] shot five men down,
[D] and she's gone in his way as she rambled around. _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and [A] dresses down on the [D] dance [G] floor,
[D] and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em] _
_ _ [D] But [G] he took [D] most delight in the slick jigs and [G] [D] reels. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now there's [Em] moans on the desert, [D] _ _ [G] buzzards that fly,
[D] in the [G] highest of circles, [D] just wishing he'd die,
but in matters of cruelty, [G] it must be said,
[D] I love a pinky of bones before he did.
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ It was one of best of their roles, I [G] heard people [D] say,
in the deadliest ambush near Orr, Santa Fe,
and the young buck was taken, dressed in a [G] coat,
[D] and signed the [G] lining, [D] a tax-shilling [Em] note.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the _ weed?
[Em] _ _ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels. _
The slick jigs and _ reels. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
Jigs [A] and Wheels_
[D] _ _ _just
a little [G] bit of a _ _ _ _ musical_
_something
you may remember_
_used
to be on the [D] _ _ [G] _ _ radio_
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _just
think one of the best tunes ever written_
_just
tell me what you [A] think of this [D] tune_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_you
get somebody [Em] hungry and want to sleep in a car and help [D] _ them_
_look
at the girl_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _da
da da da da [A] da da da da da da [D] da da da da da da da da da da da da _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
da_
_ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _good
tune, eh?
I _ wish I'd written that _ one_
_it's
actually written by a fella called Sidney_
_Sidney Vinge_
_of Swindon_
Everybody thinks it's Elizabethan, it's called Elizabethan [A] Serenade, [D] but it's a local _ _ _ binge.
[G] _ [D] _ _ Did you have to _ put quizzes up here?
You're just good with that.
It was [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _
barely a minute, his [G] grandfather's call, [D] so lent to the lining, intentionally no.
Goodbye to the family, [G] goodbye to the shore,
_ [D]
the night as before, [G] [D] Juneteenth, _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ a boat on the ocean,
[G] toss like a coral, [D] and one fine morning recited New York,
and he stood on the gangplank, and he [G] breathed in the air,
[D] and there were plenty [D] of comfort to share. _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, [D] who rise in the fall,
with their ankles [A] and dresses down on [D] the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed?
_ [Em] _
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs [G] and [D] reels.
Of course, _ _ now let's [G] talk of a [D] pistol, [G] some say a knife,
[D] and all are green, there was somebody's wild,
some kind of commotion, a [G] terrible fight,
_ [D] left the man for dead and ran into the night. _ _ _ _ _ _
On a train from St.
Louis, just a [G] one-jump ahead,
[D]
he slept one eye [G] open, [D] the sixth gone in bed,
and he dreamt of the mountains, and [G] the green fields of hope,
[D] while crossing the plains [G] where [D] the buffalo roam.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their [A] ankles and dresses down on the [D] dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the [Bm] weed? _
[Em] _ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ Now bad reputations, [G] a hard thing to [D] bear,
but this post-morning young children they stare,
but he found _ consolation, and flash [G] company,
_ [D] the life makes a bad weather girl. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, they called him the Kid, by twenty [G]-one, _
[D] all that he knew [G] was the [D] power of the gun,
and by twenty feet, he [G] shot five men down,
[D] and she's gone in his way as she rambled around. _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and [A] dresses down on the [D] dance [G] floor,
[D] and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the weed?
[Em] _
_ _ [D] But [G] he took [D] most delight in the slick jigs and [G] [D] reels. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now there's [Em] moans on the desert, [D] _ _ [G] buzzards that fly,
[D] in the [G] highest of circles, [D] just wishing he'd die,
but in matters of cruelty, [G] it must be said,
[D] I love a pinky of bones before he did.
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ It was one of best of their roles, I [G] heard people [D] say,
in the deadliest ambush near Orr, Santa Fe,
and the young buck was taken, dressed in a [G] coat,
[D] and signed the [G] lining, [D] a tax-shilling [Em] note.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, how did it like the ladies, who rise in the fall,
with their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor,
and rolling the dice, and spitting [G] the _ weed?
[Em] _ _ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slick jigs and reels. _
The slick jigs and _ reels. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _