Chords for Texas Lullaby
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
[D] [A]
Sitting by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field, it's growing [A] without a sound.
I was a boy raised in the country, it's still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a beautiful [A] memory.
[Em] Rise with the sun, at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] Sitting under an old oak tree, picking my guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading over my head is the closest friend I made.
Just me and some [D] lonely wood music [A] floating through the air.
The grass is a [D] rustling, the birds are singing, and my [A] heart don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, smoking on my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the [A] steels.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old contemptous land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished [Bm] working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
Chores at home to be done, yeah.
[Em] [G] [A] [G]
[A] So I was [D] always hearing music, [A] always want to play me some.
As a full-time [D] friend, oh, way to ease the end of a [A] woman who swam in the sun.
Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
Times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me [Em] home.
Sun burning down through the trees.
It's so hard to bring a working man to his [A] knees.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, [D] part of a melody.
[A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
There was chores at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Em] [G]
[E] [D]
[E] [F#] [D]
[E] [D] [G]
[G] [A]
Stayed in [D] Eden on the front porch, [A] sun is setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang [A] what we liked best.
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singing out the tales of blues.
Simple [D] folks and we like it that way, got [A] nothing left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on the [D] open Texas [A] land.
Looking at the cattle and the silver horse running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just cared if days were done.
[A]
When you finished working in [Bm] the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, part of a melody.
Hands are clapping and people [Bm] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was [A] work at home to be [Bm] done, singing [A] a lullaby.
[G] [F#] [F]
[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A]
[D] [A]
Sitting by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field, it's growing [A] without a sound.
I was a boy raised in the country, it's still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a beautiful [A] memory.
[Em] Rise with the sun, at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] Sitting under an old oak tree, picking my guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading over my head is the closest friend I made.
Just me and some [D] lonely wood music [A] floating through the air.
The grass is a [D] rustling, the birds are singing, and my [A] heart don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, smoking on my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the [A] steels.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old contemptous land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished [Bm] working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
Chores at home to be done, yeah.
[Em] [G] [A] [G]
[A] So I was [D] always hearing music, [A] always want to play me some.
As a full-time [D] friend, oh, way to ease the end of a [A] woman who swam in the sun.
Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
Times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me [Em] home.
Sun burning down through the trees.
It's so hard to bring a working man to his [A] knees.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, [D] part of a melody.
[A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
There was chores at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Em] [G]
[E] [D]
[E] [F#] [D]
[E] [D] [G]
[G] [A]
Stayed in [D] Eden on the front porch, [A] sun is setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang [A] what we liked best.
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singing out the tales of blues.
Simple [D] folks and we like it that way, got [A] nothing left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on the [D] open Texas [A] land.
Looking at the cattle and the silver horse running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just cared if days were done.
[A]
When you finished working in [Bm] the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, part of a melody.
Hands are clapping and people [Bm] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was [A] work at home to be [Bm] done, singing [A] a lullaby.
[G] [F#] [F]
[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A]
Key:
A
D
G
Em
Bm
A
D
G
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Sitting by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field, it's growing [A] without a sound.
I was a boy raised in the country, it's still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a beautiful [A] memory.
[Em] _ Rise with the sun, at the break of day.
_ Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] _ Sitting under an old oak tree, picking my guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading over my head is the closest friend I made.
Just me and some [D] lonely wood music [A] floating through the air.
The grass is a [D] rustling, the birds are singing, and my [A] heart don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, smoking on my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the [A] steels.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old contemptous land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished [Bm] working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
Chores at home to be done, yeah.
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [G] _
[A] So I was [D] always hearing music, [A] always want to play me some.
As a full-time [D] friend, oh, way to ease the end of a [A] woman who swam in the sun.
Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
Times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me [Em] home.
Sun burning down through the trees.
It's so hard to bring a working man to his [A] knees.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, [D] part of a melody.
_ [A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
There was chores at home to be done, [G] yeah.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
Stayed in [D] Eden on the front porch, [A] sun is setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang [A] what we liked best.
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singing out the tales of blues.
Simple [D] folks and we like it that way, got [A] nothing left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on the [D] open Texas [A] land.
Looking at the cattle and the silver horse running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just cared if days were done.
[A]
When you finished working in [Bm] the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, part of a melody. _
Hands are clapping and people [Bm] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was [A] work at home to be [Bm] done, singing [A] a lullaby.
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Sitting by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field, it's growing [A] without a sound.
I was a boy raised in the country, it's still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a beautiful [A] memory.
[Em] _ Rise with the sun, at the break of day.
_ Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] _ Sitting under an old oak tree, picking my guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading over my head is the closest friend I made.
Just me and some [D] lonely wood music [A] floating through the air.
The grass is a [D] rustling, the birds are singing, and my [A] heart don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, smoking on my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the [A] steels.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old contemptous land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished [Bm] working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
Chores at home to be done, yeah.
[Em] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [G] _
[A] So I was [D] always hearing music, [A] always want to play me some.
As a full-time [D] friend, oh, way to ease the end of a [A] woman who swam in the sun.
Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
Times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me [Em] home.
Sun burning down through the trees.
It's so hard to bring a working man to his [A] knees.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, [D] part of a melody.
_ [A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, you just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
There was chores at home to be done, [G] yeah.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
Stayed in [D] Eden on the front porch, [A] sun is setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang [A] what we liked best.
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singing out the tales of blues.
Simple [D] folks and we like it that way, got [A] nothing left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on the [D] open Texas [A] land.
Looking at the cattle and the silver horse running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just cared if days were done.
[A]
When you finished working in [Bm] the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
Part of a heart, part of a soul, part of a melody. _
Hands are clapping and people [Bm] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, just [D] cared if days were done.
[A] When you finished working in the field, there was chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was [A] work at home to be [Bm] done, singing [A] a lullaby.
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _