Chords for Take My Hand, Precious Lord
Tempo:
127.65 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bb
C
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[F] I don't know anyone that has written songs as heart [F]-searching [Gm] as Thomas A.
Dorsey.
[Bb] They come out of experience in him, that's what he says.
[B] There's no [C] song that could equal [F] Precious Lord.
[G] He wrote Precious Lord when he was [C] discouraged and his spirit was broken.
Anyway, I was in a [B] revival and my wife was to become a mother.
I went away with a feeling that she would make a lovely, lovely [Bb] mother when I came back.
[B] I knew my people were well when I left home.
And they [Bb] sent for me to come to the door.
I said, boy, I brought them in [B] the telegram.
I took it and read it.
I almost fell out.
It says, hurry home.
Your wife just died.
I don't know how you would accept that, but I [Bm] couldn't accept it at [Bb] all.
[B] And a friend of mine put me in the car and took me right home.
I got home, I jumped out and [A] ran in
[Bb] to see if it was really true.
And one of the girls [B] started crying and said, Nettie just died, Nettie just [B] died, Nettie just died and fell in the floor.
The baby was left alive, but in the next two days the baby died.
Now what should I do then and there?
And then they tried to tell me the things that would be soothing to me.
But none of it's never been soothing to me from that [Bb] day to this day.
But two fellows come by, I forget [Gb] their names, they were friends of mine.
And they were telling me [A] about it.
And I says, I don't [B] know what to do and I don't know how to do.
And I just tried to make my little talk to the Lord, but it was [Bb] wasted, I think.
And I called the Lord to one thing and one of the others says, no, that's not his name, say precious Lord.
I said, that does sound good.
And I got several amens on, precious Lord.
And ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, I started singing right then and there.
Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me on and let me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, I am [G] lonely.
[F] I don't know anyone that has written songs as heart [F]-searching [Gm] as Thomas A.
Dorsey.
[Bb] They come out of experience in him, that's what he says.
[B] There's no [C] song that could equal [F] Precious Lord.
[G] He wrote Precious Lord when he was [C] discouraged and his spirit was broken.
Anyway, I was in a [B] revival and my wife was to become a mother.
I went away with a feeling that she would make a lovely, lovely [Bb] mother when I came back.
[B] I knew my people were well when I left home.
And they [Bb] sent for me to come to the door.
I said, boy, I brought them in [B] the telegram.
I took it and read it.
I almost fell out.
It says, hurry home.
Your wife just died.
I don't know how you would accept that, but I [Bm] couldn't accept it at [Bb] all.
[B] And a friend of mine put me in the car and took me right home.
I got home, I jumped out and [A] ran in
[Bb] to see if it was really true.
And one of the girls [B] started crying and said, Nettie just died, Nettie just [B] died, Nettie just died and fell in the floor.
The baby was left alive, but in the next two days the baby died.
Now what should I do then and there?
And then they tried to tell me the things that would be soothing to me.
But none of it's never been soothing to me from that [Bb] day to this day.
But two fellows come by, I forget [Gb] their names, they were friends of mine.
And they were telling me [A] about it.
And I says, I don't [B] know what to do and I don't know how to do.
And I just tried to make my little talk to the Lord, but it was [Bb] wasted, I think.
And I called the Lord to one thing and one of the others says, no, that's not his name, say precious Lord.
I said, that does sound good.
And I got several amens on, precious Lord.
And ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, I started singing right then and there.
Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me on and let me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, I am [G] lonely.
Key:
B
Bb
C
F
G
B
Bb
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] I don't know anyone that has written songs as heart [F]-searching _ [Gm] as Thomas A.
Dorsey.
_ [Bb] They come out of experience in him, that's what he says.
[B] _ There's no [C] song that could equal [F] Precious Lord.
_ [G] He wrote Precious Lord when he was [C] discouraged and his spirit was broken.
_ Anyway, I was in _ _ a _ [B] _ revival _ and my wife was to become a mother.
I went away with a feeling that she would make a lovely, lovely [Bb] mother when I came back.
[B] I knew my people were well when I left home.
_ _ And they [Bb] sent for me to come to the door.
I said, boy, I brought them in [B] the telegram.
I took it and read it. _
I almost fell out.
It says, hurry home. _
Your wife just died.
_ I don't know how you would accept that, but I [Bm] couldn't accept it at [Bb] all. _ _
_ [B] And a friend of mine put me in the car and took me right home.
I got home, I jumped out and [A] ran in _
[Bb] to see if it was really true.
And one of the girls [B] started crying and said, Nettie just died, Nettie just [B] died, Nettie just died and fell in the floor. _ _
The baby was left alive, but in the next two days the baby died.
_ Now what should I do then and there?
_ And then they tried to tell me the things that would be soothing to me.
_ But none of it's never been soothing to me from that [Bb] day to this day.
But two fellows come by, I forget [Gb] their names, they were friends of mine.
_ _ And they were telling me [A] about it.
And I says, I don't [B] know what to do and I don't know how to do. _
_ _ _ And I just tried to make my little talk to the Lord, but it was [Bb] wasted, I think.
_ _ And I called the Lord to one thing and one of the others says, no, that's not his name, say precious Lord.
_ _ I said, that does sound good.
And I got several amens on, precious Lord.
_ And ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, _ I started singing right then and there.
Precious _ _ Lord, _ take _ _ my _ _ hand.
_ _ Lead _ _ _ _ me on _ _ _ and let _ me stand.
I _ _ am tired, _ _ I am weak, I _ _ _ am [G] lonely. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] I don't know anyone that has written songs as heart [F]-searching _ [Gm] as Thomas A.
Dorsey.
_ [Bb] They come out of experience in him, that's what he says.
[B] _ There's no [C] song that could equal [F] Precious Lord.
_ [G] He wrote Precious Lord when he was [C] discouraged and his spirit was broken.
_ Anyway, I was in _ _ a _ [B] _ revival _ and my wife was to become a mother.
I went away with a feeling that she would make a lovely, lovely [Bb] mother when I came back.
[B] I knew my people were well when I left home.
_ _ And they [Bb] sent for me to come to the door.
I said, boy, I brought them in [B] the telegram.
I took it and read it. _
I almost fell out.
It says, hurry home. _
Your wife just died.
_ I don't know how you would accept that, but I [Bm] couldn't accept it at [Bb] all. _ _
_ [B] And a friend of mine put me in the car and took me right home.
I got home, I jumped out and [A] ran in _
[Bb] to see if it was really true.
And one of the girls [B] started crying and said, Nettie just died, Nettie just [B] died, Nettie just died and fell in the floor. _ _
The baby was left alive, but in the next two days the baby died.
_ Now what should I do then and there?
_ And then they tried to tell me the things that would be soothing to me.
_ But none of it's never been soothing to me from that [Bb] day to this day.
But two fellows come by, I forget [Gb] their names, they were friends of mine.
_ _ And they were telling me [A] about it.
And I says, I don't [B] know what to do and I don't know how to do. _
_ _ _ And I just tried to make my little talk to the Lord, but it was [Bb] wasted, I think.
_ _ And I called the Lord to one thing and one of the others says, no, that's not his name, say precious Lord.
_ _ I said, that does sound good.
And I got several amens on, precious Lord.
_ And ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, _ I started singing right then and there.
Precious _ _ Lord, _ take _ _ my _ _ hand.
_ _ Lead _ _ _ _ me on _ _ _ and let _ me stand.
I _ _ am tired, _ _ I am weak, I _ _ _ am [G] lonely. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _