Chords for Tayla Lynn performs her original 'Coal Dust' acoustically at the Stars and Stripes Sessions.
Tempo:
144.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
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F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I [E] was born [B] with coal dust in [A] my veins [C#m] and wild [B] mountain laurel in [A] my hair.
many a summer [E] hour [B] on a rockin' old [A] porch swing,
just to hear [B] my grandmother [A]
sing about her daddy.
rivers of [E] Kentucky seem [B] to run right through my [E] drains,
they're a night to [B] carry me [A]
away.
the [E] faces, I [B] can taste the bitter [A] cold,
many a summer [E] hour [B] on a rockin' old [A] porch swing,
just to hear [B] my grandmother [A]
sing about her daddy.
rivers of [E] Kentucky seem [B] to run right through my [E] drains,
they're a night to [B] carry me [A]
away.
the [E] faces, I [B] can taste the bitter [A] cold,
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I _ [E] was born [B] with coal dust in [A] my veins [C#m] and wild [B] mountain laurel in [A] my hair.
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Spent many a summer [E] _ hour [B] on a rockin' old [A] porch swing,
_ [C#m]
just to hear [B] my _ grandmother [A] _
sing _ _ _ about her daddy.
_ _ _ The rivers of [E] Kentucky seem [B] to run right through my [E] drains,
_ [C#m] and they're a night to [B] carry me [A]
away.
_ _ _ I can [C#m] see _ the [E] faces, I [B] can taste the bitter [A] cold,
I can hear [B] the hungry way [E]
they pray.
_ And these cold city [B] streets don't [F#m] mean nothing to [A] me,
me [E] and hard times [B] are long _ [F#m] lost friends.
_ [A] _ If that devil comes [B] a _ -knockin', [F#m] I'll tell him the same,
you can't stop a girl [B] with coal dust in [C#m] her veins.
_ _ _ _ _ Somewhere _ on the [E] pages _ [B] of a very old [A] pen book,
_ _ [C#m]
I have found [B] my name in [A] her _ stories.
_ _ There's [C#m] been times I must [E] confess, _ [B] I've been afraid [A] to look
_ at the only road [B] that lay [A] before me.
_ _ You're never _ ready, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ but I [C#m] am washed in [E] the blood of [B] old _ honky [A]-tonk songs,
_ [C#m]
even a [B] baby waiting [A] in the _ wings.
_ _ _ [C#m] No scrint, [E] linen, _ lace [B] can mask a world [E] of tears,
[C#m] and to never cry [B] when they come to hear [A] you sing.
_ _ _ And [E]
these cold [B] city streets _ [F#m] don't mean nothing [A] to me,
me [E]
and hard times [B] are long [F#m] lost friends.
_ [A] _ _ If [E] that devil [B] comes a _ _ -knockin', [F#m] I'll tell [G#m] him [A] the same,
you can't stop a [B] girl with coal dust in [C#m] her veins.
_ _ _ If [E]
that devil comes [B] a-knockin', I'll [F#m] tell [E] him [A] the _ same,
_ _ you can't stop a girl [B] with coal [B] dust in her [C#m] veins. _
_ _ _ _ _ I [E] was born with [B] coal dust in my [A] veins,
_ [C#m] and wild _ mountain [B] _ laurel in my _ [A] hair.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I _ [E] was born [B] with coal dust in [A] my veins [C#m] and wild [B] mountain laurel in [A] my hair.
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Spent many a summer [E] _ hour [B] on a rockin' old [A] porch swing,
_ [C#m]
just to hear [B] my _ grandmother [A] _
sing _ _ _ about her daddy.
_ _ _ The rivers of [E] Kentucky seem [B] to run right through my [E] drains,
_ [C#m] and they're a night to [B] carry me [A]
away.
_ _ _ I can [C#m] see _ the [E] faces, I [B] can taste the bitter [A] cold,
I can hear [B] the hungry way [E]
they pray.
_ And these cold city [B] streets don't [F#m] mean nothing to [A] me,
me [E] and hard times [B] are long _ [F#m] lost friends.
_ [A] _ If that devil comes [B] a _ -knockin', [F#m] I'll tell him the same,
you can't stop a girl [B] with coal dust in [C#m] her veins.
_ _ _ _ _ Somewhere _ on the [E] pages _ [B] of a very old [A] pen book,
_ _ [C#m]
I have found [B] my name in [A] her _ stories.
_ _ There's [C#m] been times I must [E] confess, _ [B] I've been afraid [A] to look
_ at the only road [B] that lay [A] before me.
_ _ You're never _ ready, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ but I [C#m] am washed in [E] the blood of [B] old _ honky [A]-tonk songs,
_ [C#m]
even a [B] baby waiting [A] in the _ wings.
_ _ _ [C#m] No scrint, [E] linen, _ lace [B] can mask a world [E] of tears,
[C#m] and to never cry [B] when they come to hear [A] you sing.
_ _ _ And [E]
these cold [B] city streets _ [F#m] don't mean nothing [A] to me,
me [E]
and hard times [B] are long [F#m] lost friends.
_ [A] _ _ If [E] that devil [B] comes a _ _ -knockin', [F#m] I'll tell [G#m] him [A] the same,
you can't stop a [B] girl with coal dust in [C#m] her veins.
_ _ _ If [E]
that devil comes [B] a-knockin', I'll [F#m] tell [E] him [A] the _ same,
_ _ you can't stop a girl [B] with coal [B] dust in her [C#m] veins. _
_ _ _ _ _ I [E] was born with [B] coal dust in my [A] veins,
_ [C#m] and wild _ mountain [B] _ laurel in my _ [A] hair.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _