Chords for TAKE ME HOME - A Song of the Confederacy-1864-Performed by Tom Roush
Tempo:
90.025 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E] [B] [E] [B]
[E]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[B] Take [E] [B]
[E] me home to the place where [B] I first saw the light, to the sweet sunny South, take [E] me home.
Where [A] the mockingbird sang me [E] to rest [C#m] every night, [B] oh, I was tempted [E] to roam.
[B] I think with regret of [E] the dear home I left, of [A] the warm hearts that sheltered [E] me then,
of [A] the wife and the dear ones [E] who threw my [C#m] breath, and [B] I sigh for the old [E] place again.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[B]
[E] [B]
[E]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[B] [E] [B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] the orange trees grow, to my cot in the [E] evergreen shade,
where [A] the flowers on the river's [E] green margin [C#m] may blow, [B] there's sweets on the bank where [E] we play.
[B] The path to our cottage, [E] they say, has grown green, and [A] the place is quite lonely [E] around,
and [A] I know that the smiles and [E] the forms that [C#m] I've seen [B] now lie deep in the soft [E] mossy ground.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[C#]
Take [F#] me home, let me see what [C#] is left that I knew, can it be that the old [F#] house is gone?
The [B] dear friends of my childhood [F#] indeed [D#m] must be few, [C#] and I must lament [F#] all alone.
[C#] But yet I'll return to [F#] the place of my birth, where [B] my children have played at [F#] the door,
where [B] they pulled the white blossoms [F#] that garnish [D#m] the earth, which [C#] will echo their footsteps [F#] no [C#] more.
Take [F#] me home to the place where [C#] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [F#] close by,
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
[E]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[B] Take [E] [B]
[E] me home to the place where [B] I first saw the light, to the sweet sunny South, take [E] me home.
Where [A] the mockingbird sang me [E] to rest [C#m] every night, [B] oh, I was tempted [E] to roam.
[B] I think with regret of [E] the dear home I left, of [A] the warm hearts that sheltered [E] me then,
of [A] the wife and the dear ones [E] who threw my [C#m] breath, and [B] I sigh for the old [E] place again.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[B]
[E] [B]
[E]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[B] [E] [B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] the orange trees grow, to my cot in the [E] evergreen shade,
where [A] the flowers on the river's [E] green margin [C#m] may blow, [B] there's sweets on the bank where [E] we play.
[B] The path to our cottage, [E] they say, has grown green, and [A] the place is quite lonely [E] around,
and [A] I know that the smiles and [E] the forms that [C#m] I've seen [B] now lie deep in the soft [E] mossy ground.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[C#]
Take [F#] me home, let me see what [C#] is left that I knew, can it be that the old [F#] house is gone?
The [B] dear friends of my childhood [F#] indeed [D#m] must be few, [C#] and I must lament [F#] all alone.
[C#] But yet I'll return to [F#] the place of my birth, where [B] my children have played at [F#] the door,
where [B] they pulled the white blossoms [F#] that garnish [D#m] the earth, which [C#] will echo their footsteps [F#] no [C#] more.
Take [F#] me home to the place where [C#] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [F#] close by,
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
Key:
E
B
F#
A
C#
E
B
F#
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] Take _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
[E] me home to the place where [B] I first saw the light, to the sweet sunny South, take [E] me home.
Where [A] the mockingbird sang me [E] to rest [C#m] every night, [B] oh, I was tempted [E] to roam. _
[B] I think with regret of [E] the dear home I left, of [A] the warm hearts that sheltered [E] me then,
of [A] the wife and the dear ones [E] who threw my [C#m] breath, and [B] I sigh for the old [E] place again.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] the orange trees grow, to my cot in the [E] evergreen shade,
where [A] the flowers on the river's [E] green margin [C#m] may blow, [B] there's sweets on the bank where [E] we play. _
[B] The path to our cottage, [E] they say, has grown green, and [A] the place is quite lonely [E] around,
and [A] I know that the smiles and [E] the forms that [C#m] I've seen [B] now lie deep in the soft [E] mossy ground.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[C#]
Take [F#] me home, let me see what [C#] is left that I knew, can it be that the old [F#] house is gone?
The [B] dear friends of my childhood [F#] indeed [D#m] must be few, [C#] and I must lament [F#] all alone. _
[C#] But yet I'll return to [F#] the place of my birth, where [B] my children have played at [F#] the door,
where [B] they pulled the white blossoms [F#] that garnish [D#m] the earth, which [C#] will echo their footsteps [F#] no [C#] more.
Take [F#] me home to the place where [C#] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [F#] close by,
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] Take _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
[E] me home to the place where [B] I first saw the light, to the sweet sunny South, take [E] me home.
Where [A] the mockingbird sang me [E] to rest [C#m] every night, [B] oh, I was tempted [E] to roam. _
[B] I think with regret of [E] the dear home I left, of [A] the warm hearts that sheltered [E] me then,
of [A] the wife and the dear ones [E] who threw my [C#m] breath, and [B] I sigh for the old [E] place again.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] the orange trees grow, to my cot in the [E] evergreen shade,
where [A] the flowers on the river's [E] green margin [C#m] may blow, [B] there's sweets on the bank where [E] we play. _
[B] The path to our cottage, [E] they say, has grown green, and [A] the place is quite lonely [E] around,
and [A] I know that the smiles and [E] the forms that [C#m] I've seen [B] now lie deep in the soft [E] mossy ground.
[B]
Take [E] me home to the place where [B] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [E] close by,
for [A] the graves of the loved ones [E] I long [C#m] to weep, and [B] among them to rest when [E] I die.
[C#]
Take [F#] me home, let me see what [C#] is left that I knew, can it be that the old [F#] house is gone?
The [B] dear friends of my childhood [F#] indeed [D#m] must be few, [C#] and I must lament [F#] all alone. _
[C#] But yet I'll return to [F#] the place of my birth, where [B] my children have played at [F#] the door,
where [B] they pulled the white blossoms [F#] that garnish [D#m] the earth, which [C#] will echo their footsteps [F#] no [C#] more.
Take [F#] me home to the place where [C#] my little ones sleep, poor Massa lies very [F#] close by,
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh.
for [B] the graves of the loved ones [F#] I long [D#m] to weep, for [C#] the old place again do [F#] I sigh. _
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