Take me home - Johnny Cash Chords
Tempo:
85.025 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Am
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Am] [Fm]
[E]
[A] [B] I'm glad [E] that you could ramble [B] back.
Well, my [E] boots are [Bb] dusty and my head's a [C] mess.
I just flew [E] in from the West.
Well, I was talking about you and [A] somebody said,
[E] I believe Ramblin' Jack's dead.
Well, that somebody [A] must have been crazy as hell,
[Abm] because you'd be the first guy [E] I'd tell.
[N] Hey, well, strap [E] yourself in and [B] sing [E] a song with me.
Take [A] me home.
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't want [E] no more praise, Jack.
Well, I've been from Boston to L [B].A.,
seen Boulder [E] Dam and Crystal Bay,
New York City and Washington,
seen [B] [E] Montreal, Saskatchewan, and Rhode Island.
And I worked in the street all [B] night,
service stations and a drover [E] truck.
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
Well, I slept all night in a water [B] trough,
had the flu and the croup and [E] the whooping cough.
I had the mumps and [A] the measles, [Em] seven-year-age,
and I [B] can't count the times [E] that I had a cold and a sore throat.
Not to mention every time that I cut my [B] finger on [E] a sardine can.
Did you do that, Sid?
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want to [E] roam no more.
Sing it, Jack.
Well, I can see them all now just a-gatherin' around.
[B] Mom, what's up the table when the [E] sun goes down?
My good old Pappy, when the blessing said,
[B] fillin' up his plate with black [E]-eyed peas and all that stuff.
You're a fine man.
And the great big helpin' of my dear sweet [B] mama's hot [E]-buttered cornbread.
Why don't you take [A] me home?
[B] My heart is heavy [E] and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't [E] want to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
[E]
[A] [B] I'm glad [E] that you could ramble [B] back.
Well, my [E] boots are [Bb] dusty and my head's a [C] mess.
I just flew [E] in from the West.
Well, I was talking about you and [A] somebody said,
[E] I believe Ramblin' Jack's dead.
Well, that somebody [A] must have been crazy as hell,
[Abm] because you'd be the first guy [E] I'd tell.
[N] Hey, well, strap [E] yourself in and [B] sing [E] a song with me.
Take [A] me home.
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't want [E] no more praise, Jack.
Well, I've been from Boston to L [B].A.,
seen Boulder [E] Dam and Crystal Bay,
New York City and Washington,
seen [B] [E] Montreal, Saskatchewan, and Rhode Island.
And I worked in the street all [B] night,
service stations and a drover [E] truck.
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
Well, I slept all night in a water [B] trough,
had the flu and the croup and [E] the whooping cough.
I had the mumps and [A] the measles, [Em] seven-year-age,
and I [B] can't count the times [E] that I had a cold and a sore throat.
Not to mention every time that I cut my [B] finger on [E] a sardine can.
Did you do that, Sid?
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want to [E] roam no more.
Sing it, Jack.
Well, I can see them all now just a-gatherin' around.
[B] Mom, what's up the table when the [E] sun goes down?
My good old Pappy, when the blessing said,
[B] fillin' up his plate with black [E]-eyed peas and all that stuff.
You're a fine man.
And the great big helpin' of my dear sweet [B] mama's hot [E]-buttered cornbread.
Why don't you take [A] me home?
[B] My heart is heavy [E] and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't [E] want to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
Key:
E
B
A
Am
Fm
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B
A
[E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] I'm glad [E] that you could ramble [B] back.
Well, my [E] boots are [Bb] dusty and my head's a [C] mess.
I just flew [E] in from the West.
Well, I was talking about you and [A] somebody said,
[E] I believe Ramblin' Jack's dead.
Well, that somebody [A] must have been crazy as hell,
[Abm] because you'd be the first guy [E] I'd tell. _ _ _ _
[N] _ Hey, well, strap [E] yourself _ in and [B] sing [E] a song with me.
_ Take [A] me home.
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't want [E] no more praise, Jack.
Well, I've been from Boston to L [B].A.,
seen Boulder [E] Dam and Crystal Bay,
New York City and Washington,
seen [B] [E] Montreal, Saskatchewan, _ and Rhode Island.
_ And I worked in the street all [B] night,
service stations and a drover [E] truck.
_ Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more. _
Well, I slept all night in a water [B] trough,
had the flu and the croup and [E] the whooping cough.
_ I had the mumps and [A] the measles, [Em] seven-year-age,
and I [B] can't count the times [E] that I had a cold and a sore throat.
Not to mention every time that I cut my [B] finger on [E] a sardine can.
Did you do that, Sid?
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want to [E] roam no more.
Sing it, Jack.
Well, I can see them all now just a-gatherin' around.
[B] Mom, what's up the table when the [E] sun goes down?
My good old Pappy, when the blessing said,
[B] fillin' up his plate with black [E]-eyed peas and all that stuff.
You're a fine man.
_ _ And the great big helpin' of my dear sweet [B] mama's hot [E]-buttered cornbread.
Why don't you take [A] me home?
[B] My heart is heavy [E] and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't [E] want to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] I'm glad [E] that you could ramble [B] back.
Well, my [E] boots are [Bb] dusty and my head's a [C] mess.
I just flew [E] in from the West.
Well, I was talking about you and [A] somebody said,
[E] I believe Ramblin' Jack's dead.
Well, that somebody [A] must have been crazy as hell,
[Abm] because you'd be the first guy [E] I'd tell. _ _ _ _
[N] _ Hey, well, strap [E] yourself _ in and [B] sing [E] a song with me.
_ Take [A] me home.
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't want [E] no more praise, Jack.
Well, I've been from Boston to L [B].A.,
seen Boulder [E] Dam and Crystal Bay,
New York City and Washington,
seen [B] [E] Montreal, Saskatchewan, _ and Rhode Island.
_ And I worked in the street all [B] night,
service stations and a drover [E] truck.
_ Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more. _
Well, I slept all night in a water [B] trough,
had the flu and the croup and [E] the whooping cough.
_ I had the mumps and [A] the measles, [Em] seven-year-age,
and I [B] can't count the times [E] that I had a cold and a sore throat.
Not to mention every time that I cut my [B] finger on [E] a sardine can.
Did you do that, Sid?
Why don't you [A] take me home?
[B] My heart is [E] heavy and my feet are sore.
[A] Take me home.
[B] I don't want to [E] roam no more.
Sing it, Jack.
Well, I can see them all now just a-gatherin' around.
[B] Mom, what's up the table when the [E] sun goes down?
My good old Pappy, when the blessing said,
[B] fillin' up his plate with black [E]-eyed peas and all that stuff.
You're a fine man.
_ _ And the great big helpin' of my dear sweet [B] mama's hot [E]-buttered cornbread.
Why don't you take [A] me home?
[B] My heart is heavy [E] and my feet are sore.
Take [A] me home.
[B] I don't [E] want to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more.
[B] I don't want [E] to roam no more. _ _ _ _ _
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