Chords for Steve Tilston - The Slip Jiggs And Reels
Tempo:
119.4 bpm
Chords used:
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A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] This is a traditional folk song I wrote [A] and it's [D] got a kind of touch of the southwest [Em] about it.
[D]
[Em] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
It's like a call.
Then one fine morning they sighted New York and he stood on the gangplank and he [G] breathed in the air.
[D] A lowlander plenty I've come for me share.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall,
All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
Now there's talk of a pistol, some say a knife.
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife.
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight.
He left a man for dead and ran into the night.
On a train from St.
Louis, just a one jump [G] ahead, [D] he slept one eye open, a six gun in bed.
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green [G] fields at home, [D] while crossing the plains where the buffalo roam.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning the [Em] wheel.
[D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Oh were bad reputations a [G] hard thing to bear.
[D] Mothers all scorn and young [A] children [D] they stare.
But he found consolation in [G] flash company.
[D] Life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee.
[G]
[D] Now they called him the Kid, by [G] twenty [D]-one, all that he knew was the power of the gun.
And by twenty-three, he'd shot [G] five men down, [D] just got in his way, guess he rambled around.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
Now there's bones on the desert, and buzzards [G] that fly, In [D] the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die.
But in matters of cruelty, it must be [G] said, [D] A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead.
It was wild masquereros, I [G] heard people [D] say, In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe.
And the young buck was taken, [G] dressed in a coat, [D] And inside the lining a ten-shilling note.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight [G] in the [D]
slipjigs and reels.
In the slipjigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[N]
Thank you very much, thank you!
[D]
[Em] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
It's like a call.
Then one fine morning they sighted New York and he stood on the gangplank and he [G] breathed in the air.
[D] A lowlander plenty I've come for me share.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall,
All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
Now there's talk of a pistol, some say a knife.
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife.
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight.
He left a man for dead and ran into the night.
On a train from St.
Louis, just a one jump [G] ahead, [D] he slept one eye open, a six gun in bed.
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green [G] fields at home, [D] while crossing the plains where the buffalo roam.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning the [Em] wheel.
[D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Oh were bad reputations a [G] hard thing to bear.
[D] Mothers all scorn and young [A] children [D] they stare.
But he found consolation in [G] flash company.
[D] Life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee.
[G]
[D] Now they called him the Kid, by [G] twenty [D]-one, all that he knew was the power of the gun.
And by twenty-three, he'd shot [G] five men down, [D] just got in his way, guess he rambled around.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
Now there's bones on the desert, and buzzards [G] that fly, In [D] the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die.
But in matters of cruelty, it must be [G] said, [D] A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead.
It was wild masquereros, I [G] heard people [D] say, In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe.
And the young buck was taken, [G] dressed in a coat, [D] And inside the lining a ten-shilling note.
Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
[Em]
[D] But he took most delight [G] in the [D]
slipjigs and reels.
In the slipjigs and reels.
[G] [D]
[N]
Thank you very much, thank you!
Key:
D
G
Em
A
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_ _ _ [D] This is a _ traditional folk song I wrote [A] and it's _ [D] got a kind of touch of the southwest [Em] about it.
[D] _
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's like a call.
Then one fine morning they sighted New York and he stood on the gangplank and he [G] breathed in the air.
[D] A lowlander plenty I've come for me share. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall,
All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel. _ _ _
But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now there's talk of a pistol, some say a knife.
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife.
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight.
He left a man for dead and ran into the night. _ _ _ _
_ _ On a train from St.
Louis, just a one jump [G] ahead, [D] he slept one eye open, a six gun in bed.
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green [G] fields at home, [D] while crossing the plains where the buffalo roam. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning the _ _ [Em] wheel.
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh were bad reputations a [G] hard thing to bear.
[D] _ Mothers all scorn and young [A] children [D] they stare.
But he found consolation in [G] flash company.
[D] _ Life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee.
_ _ [G] _
[D] _ _ _ Now they called him the Kid, by [G] twenty [D]-one, all that he knew was the power of the gun.
And by twenty-three, he'd shot [G] five men down, [D] just got in his way, guess he rambled around. _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
_ [Em] _
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now there's bones on the desert, and buzzards [G] that fly, In [D] the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die.
But in matters of cruelty, it must be [G] said, [D] A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was wild masquereros, I [G] heard people [D] say, In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe.
And the young buck was taken, [G] dressed in a coat, [D] And inside the lining a ten-shilling note. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
_ [Em] _ _
_ [D] But he took most delight [G] in the [D]
slipjigs and reels.
_ _ In the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Thank you very much, thank you! _ _ _ _ _
[D] _
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's like a call.
Then one fine morning they sighted New York and he stood on the gangplank and he [G] breathed in the air.
[D] A lowlander plenty I've come for me share. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall,
All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel. _ _ _
But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now there's talk of a pistol, some say a knife.
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife.
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight.
He left a man for dead and ran into the night. _ _ _ _
_ _ On a train from St.
Louis, just a one jump [G] ahead, [D] he slept one eye open, a six gun in bed.
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green [G] fields at home, [D] while crossing the plains where the buffalo roam. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning the _ _ [Em] wheel.
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh were bad reputations a [G] hard thing to bear.
[D] _ Mothers all scorn and young [A] children [D] they stare.
But he found consolation in [G] flash company.
[D] _ Life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee.
_ _ [G] _
[D] _ _ _ Now they called him the Kid, by [G] twenty [D]-one, all that he knew was the power of the gun.
And by twenty-three, he'd shot [G] five men down, [D] just got in his way, guess he rambled around. _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
_ [Em] _
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now there's bones on the desert, and buzzards [G] that fly, In [D] the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die.
But in matters of cruelty, it must be [G] said, [D] A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was wild masquereros, I [G] heard people [D] say, In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe.
And the young buck was taken, [G] dressed in a coat, [D] And inside the lining a ten-shilling note. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
_ [Em] _ _
_ [D] But he took most delight [G] in the [D]
slipjigs and reels.
_ _ In the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Thank you very much, thank you! _ _ _ _ _