Chords for The Apple Tree (Easter Brothers)
Tempo:
81.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#m
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Bm] [C#m] Coming home, [D] coming [A] home, never more [E] to roam.
[A] One Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, [B] a westbound train pulled out [D] from Baltimore, Maryland.
It was heading toward a small mining [A] town in West Virginia.
[E] And on this [A] train, there was a young man who was trying to find a seat.
Finally, he sat down beside an old gray-haired minister who was reading a [A] Bible.
And on their journey, [D] the old minister kept looking across his shoulder at the young man.
And once in a [A] while, he'd see a tear in the young man's eyes.
And finally, [E] he said, [A] Son, [E] I see that you are troubled about something.
Perhaps [A] I can be of some help.
You see, I'm a minister, and sometimes it helps to talk [D] about things.
The young man burst into tears.
And he said, [A] Sir, I'm so glad that you asked me [E] about this,
[A] because I just can't keep it bottled up inside of me any longer.
[E] [F#m] You see, sir, [A] three years ago today, I was living at home with Mom and Dad.
[E] They were a good [D] Christian, Mom and Dad.
They carried me to church every time the church doors [A] opened,
tried their very best with everything that they knew how to [E] raise me into a life of Christianity.
[F#m] And I [E] started running around [A] with a bunch of mean boys in our neighborhood,
started coming in all hours of the [D] night, using all kinds of filthy language,
drinking, [A] taking dope, just about [E] anything that you [A] could think of that was mean.
I was in that category.
This went on for months.
One night I came home, and my dad was waiting up for me.
It [E] was very late.
[D] I was drinking very heavy.
Dad and I got into a [A] terrible argument.
One word led to another, and finally I hit my dad.
[E] I'll never forget the look on his face.
He said, Son, you're [A] breaking your mother's heart.
If this is the very best that you can live, [D] I'd rather you just pack your clothes and leave home.
Just leave us alone [A] and let us live our life in peace.
So early the [E] next morning, I [A] packed my clothes and I left.
I didn't have [F#m] anywhere to go.
I [A] just went in one direction.
I wound up in a city called Baltimore [D] in the state of Maryland.
I got a job there, and about six months later [A] I was married to a young girl.
She was a young Christian girl and [E] went to church quite often.
One weekend they were having revival there at the [A] church where my wife attended.
My wife persuaded me to go to [D] church with her there on a Friday night.
While I was there, God convicted me and saved [A] my soul.
I went back home and I got [E] to thinking how good it would [A] be if I could see Mom and [F#m] Dad one more time.
[A] So I wrote a letter to Mom last week.
In this letter I said, Mom, [Em] I'm coming [D] home next Sunday for a visit.
I don't know if I'm still welcome, and I [A] wouldn't blame you if I wasn't,
but I just want you and Dad to know that [E] God has saved my soul and I'm living a new [E] life.
[A] Mom, I want to come home for just a little while.
[Em] If I'm [D] forgiven and it's all right, I want you to go out in the front yard and hang a white rag from [A] that old apple tree
so that I can see it from the train.
[E] [A] If I see the white rag, I'll get off the train and come in for [E] just a little [A] while.
If I don't see the white rag, I'll just go on.
The young [D] man with tears still rolling down his face looked again at the old minister,
[A] and he said, Sir, I'd like for you to be my eyes for just a [E] moment,
for just around that next curve is where I left home three years ago.
[A] And I can't bear the thought to look.
I'm going to bow my [D] head and pray, and I want you to tell me if you see the white rag that I wrote Mom [A] about.
So the young [E] man bowed his head and began to pray.
[A] And as the train went around the curve, the old minister [E] [A] began to wipe the moisture off the window so he could see out clearly.
And [D] all at once the old minister himself burst into tears,
and he said, Son, I [A] want you to raise your head.
You've just got to see this.
I can't describe it to you.
[E] You don't have a thing to worry about.
There's not just one rag in that old apple [A] tree, but, Son, there's a white rag hanging from every limb.
And [D] that's not all.
There's an old mom and dad out in the front yard.
They're waving the biggest [E] bed sheet I've ever saw with the words wrote on it.
Welcome home, [A] Son.
Welcome home.
Open [Am] [D] wide, I am [A] armed of love.
Lord, [E] I'm coming [A]
home.
[A] One Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, [B] a westbound train pulled out [D] from Baltimore, Maryland.
It was heading toward a small mining [A] town in West Virginia.
[E] And on this [A] train, there was a young man who was trying to find a seat.
Finally, he sat down beside an old gray-haired minister who was reading a [A] Bible.
And on their journey, [D] the old minister kept looking across his shoulder at the young man.
And once in a [A] while, he'd see a tear in the young man's eyes.
And finally, [E] he said, [A] Son, [E] I see that you are troubled about something.
Perhaps [A] I can be of some help.
You see, I'm a minister, and sometimes it helps to talk [D] about things.
The young man burst into tears.
And he said, [A] Sir, I'm so glad that you asked me [E] about this,
[A] because I just can't keep it bottled up inside of me any longer.
[E] [F#m] You see, sir, [A] three years ago today, I was living at home with Mom and Dad.
[E] They were a good [D] Christian, Mom and Dad.
They carried me to church every time the church doors [A] opened,
tried their very best with everything that they knew how to [E] raise me into a life of Christianity.
[F#m] And I [E] started running around [A] with a bunch of mean boys in our neighborhood,
started coming in all hours of the [D] night, using all kinds of filthy language,
drinking, [A] taking dope, just about [E] anything that you [A] could think of that was mean.
I was in that category.
This went on for months.
One night I came home, and my dad was waiting up for me.
It [E] was very late.
[D] I was drinking very heavy.
Dad and I got into a [A] terrible argument.
One word led to another, and finally I hit my dad.
[E] I'll never forget the look on his face.
He said, Son, you're [A] breaking your mother's heart.
If this is the very best that you can live, [D] I'd rather you just pack your clothes and leave home.
Just leave us alone [A] and let us live our life in peace.
So early the [E] next morning, I [A] packed my clothes and I left.
I didn't have [F#m] anywhere to go.
I [A] just went in one direction.
I wound up in a city called Baltimore [D] in the state of Maryland.
I got a job there, and about six months later [A] I was married to a young girl.
She was a young Christian girl and [E] went to church quite often.
One weekend they were having revival there at the [A] church where my wife attended.
My wife persuaded me to go to [D] church with her there on a Friday night.
While I was there, God convicted me and saved [A] my soul.
I went back home and I got [E] to thinking how good it would [A] be if I could see Mom and [F#m] Dad one more time.
[A] So I wrote a letter to Mom last week.
In this letter I said, Mom, [Em] I'm coming [D] home next Sunday for a visit.
I don't know if I'm still welcome, and I [A] wouldn't blame you if I wasn't,
but I just want you and Dad to know that [E] God has saved my soul and I'm living a new [E] life.
[A] Mom, I want to come home for just a little while.
[Em] If I'm [D] forgiven and it's all right, I want you to go out in the front yard and hang a white rag from [A] that old apple tree
so that I can see it from the train.
[E] [A] If I see the white rag, I'll get off the train and come in for [E] just a little [A] while.
If I don't see the white rag, I'll just go on.
The young [D] man with tears still rolling down his face looked again at the old minister,
[A] and he said, Sir, I'd like for you to be my eyes for just a [E] moment,
for just around that next curve is where I left home three years ago.
[A] And I can't bear the thought to look.
I'm going to bow my [D] head and pray, and I want you to tell me if you see the white rag that I wrote Mom [A] about.
So the young [E] man bowed his head and began to pray.
[A] And as the train went around the curve, the old minister [E] [A] began to wipe the moisture off the window so he could see out clearly.
And [D] all at once the old minister himself burst into tears,
and he said, Son, I [A] want you to raise your head.
You've just got to see this.
I can't describe it to you.
[E] You don't have a thing to worry about.
There's not just one rag in that old apple [A] tree, but, Son, there's a white rag hanging from every limb.
And [D] that's not all.
There's an old mom and dad out in the front yard.
They're waving the biggest [E] bed sheet I've ever saw with the words wrote on it.
Welcome home, [A] Son.
Welcome home.
Open [Am] [D] wide, I am [A] armed of love.
Lord, [E] I'm coming [A]
home.
Key:
A
E
D
F#m
Em
A
E
D
[A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] [C#m] Coming home, [D] coming _ _ _ [A] home, never _ more [E] to roam. _ _
[A] One Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, [B] a westbound train pulled out [D] from Baltimore, Maryland.
It was heading toward a small mining [A] town in West Virginia.
[E] And on this [A] train, there was a young man who was trying to find a seat.
Finally, he sat down beside an old gray-haired minister who was reading a [A] Bible.
And on their journey, [D] the old minister kept looking across his shoulder at the young man.
And once in a [A] while, he'd see a tear in the young man's eyes.
And finally, [E] he said, [A] Son, [E] I see that you are troubled about something.
Perhaps [A] I can be of some help.
You see, I'm a minister, and sometimes it helps to talk [D] about things.
The young man burst into tears.
And he said, [A] Sir, I'm so glad that you asked me [E] about this,
[A] because I just can't keep it bottled up inside of me any longer.
[E] [F#m] You see, sir, [A] three years ago today, I was living at home with Mom and Dad.
[E] They were a good [D] Christian, Mom and Dad.
They carried me to church every time the church doors [A] opened,
tried their very best with everything that they knew how to [E] raise me into a life of Christianity.
[F#m] And I [E] started running around [A] with a bunch of mean boys in our neighborhood,
started coming in all hours of the [D] night, using all kinds of filthy language,
drinking, [A] taking dope, just about [E] anything that you [A] could think of that was mean.
I was in that category.
This went on for months.
One night I came home, and my dad was waiting up for me.
It [E] was very late.
[D] I was drinking very heavy.
Dad and I got into a [A] terrible argument.
One word led to another, and finally I hit my dad.
[E] I'll never forget the look on his face.
He said, Son, you're [A] breaking your mother's heart.
If this is the very best that you can live, [D] I'd rather you just pack your clothes and leave home.
Just leave us alone [A] and let us live our life in peace.
So early the [E] next morning, I [A] packed my clothes and I left.
I didn't have [F#m] anywhere to go.
I [A] just went in one direction.
I wound up in a city called Baltimore [D] in the state of Maryland.
I got a job there, and about six months later [A] I was married to a young girl.
She was a young Christian girl and [E] went to church quite often.
One weekend they were having revival there at the [A] church where my wife attended.
My wife persuaded me to go to [D] church with her there on a Friday night.
While I was there, God convicted me and saved [A] my soul.
I went back home and I got [E] to thinking how good it would [A] be if I could see Mom and [F#m] Dad one more time.
[A] So I wrote a letter to Mom last week.
In this letter I said, Mom, [Em] I'm coming [D] home next Sunday for a visit.
I don't know if I'm still welcome, and I [A] wouldn't blame you if I wasn't,
but I just want you and Dad to know that [E] God has saved my soul and I'm living a new [E] life.
_ [A] Mom, I want to come home for just a little while.
[Em] If I'm [D] forgiven and it's all right, I want you to go out in the front yard and hang a white rag from [A] that old apple tree
so that I can see it from the train.
[E] [A] If I see the white rag, I'll get off the train and come in for [E] just a little [A] while.
If I don't see the white rag, I'll just go on.
The young [D] man with tears still rolling down his face looked again at the old minister,
[A] and he said, Sir, I'd like for you to be my eyes for just a [E] moment,
for just around that next curve is where I left home three years ago.
[A] And I can't bear the thought to look.
I'm going to bow my [D] head and pray, and I want you to tell me if you see the white rag that I wrote Mom [A] about.
So the young [E] man bowed his head and began to pray.
[A] And as the train went around the curve, the old minister [E] [A] began to wipe the moisture off the window so he could see out clearly.
And [D] all at once the old minister himself burst into tears,
and he said, Son, I [A] want you to raise your head.
You've just got to see this.
I can't describe it to you.
[E] You don't have a thing to worry about.
There's not just one rag in that old apple [A] tree, but, Son, there's a white rag hanging from every limb.
And [D] that's not all.
There's an old mom and dad out in the front yard.
They're waving the biggest [E] bed sheet I've ever saw with the words wrote on it.
Welcome home, [A] Son.
Welcome home.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Open [Am] [D] wide, I am [A] armed of _ love.
Lord, [E] I'm coming _ [A]
home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A] One Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, [B] a westbound train pulled out [D] from Baltimore, Maryland.
It was heading toward a small mining [A] town in West Virginia.
[E] And on this [A] train, there was a young man who was trying to find a seat.
Finally, he sat down beside an old gray-haired minister who was reading a [A] Bible.
And on their journey, [D] the old minister kept looking across his shoulder at the young man.
And once in a [A] while, he'd see a tear in the young man's eyes.
And finally, [E] he said, [A] Son, [E] I see that you are troubled about something.
Perhaps [A] I can be of some help.
You see, I'm a minister, and sometimes it helps to talk [D] about things.
The young man burst into tears.
And he said, [A] Sir, I'm so glad that you asked me [E] about this,
[A] because I just can't keep it bottled up inside of me any longer.
[E] [F#m] You see, sir, [A] three years ago today, I was living at home with Mom and Dad.
[E] They were a good [D] Christian, Mom and Dad.
They carried me to church every time the church doors [A] opened,
tried their very best with everything that they knew how to [E] raise me into a life of Christianity.
[F#m] And I [E] started running around [A] with a bunch of mean boys in our neighborhood,
started coming in all hours of the [D] night, using all kinds of filthy language,
drinking, [A] taking dope, just about [E] anything that you [A] could think of that was mean.
I was in that category.
This went on for months.
One night I came home, and my dad was waiting up for me.
It [E] was very late.
[D] I was drinking very heavy.
Dad and I got into a [A] terrible argument.
One word led to another, and finally I hit my dad.
[E] I'll never forget the look on his face.
He said, Son, you're [A] breaking your mother's heart.
If this is the very best that you can live, [D] I'd rather you just pack your clothes and leave home.
Just leave us alone [A] and let us live our life in peace.
So early the [E] next morning, I [A] packed my clothes and I left.
I didn't have [F#m] anywhere to go.
I [A] just went in one direction.
I wound up in a city called Baltimore [D] in the state of Maryland.
I got a job there, and about six months later [A] I was married to a young girl.
She was a young Christian girl and [E] went to church quite often.
One weekend they were having revival there at the [A] church where my wife attended.
My wife persuaded me to go to [D] church with her there on a Friday night.
While I was there, God convicted me and saved [A] my soul.
I went back home and I got [E] to thinking how good it would [A] be if I could see Mom and [F#m] Dad one more time.
[A] So I wrote a letter to Mom last week.
In this letter I said, Mom, [Em] I'm coming [D] home next Sunday for a visit.
I don't know if I'm still welcome, and I [A] wouldn't blame you if I wasn't,
but I just want you and Dad to know that [E] God has saved my soul and I'm living a new [E] life.
_ [A] Mom, I want to come home for just a little while.
[Em] If I'm [D] forgiven and it's all right, I want you to go out in the front yard and hang a white rag from [A] that old apple tree
so that I can see it from the train.
[E] [A] If I see the white rag, I'll get off the train and come in for [E] just a little [A] while.
If I don't see the white rag, I'll just go on.
The young [D] man with tears still rolling down his face looked again at the old minister,
[A] and he said, Sir, I'd like for you to be my eyes for just a [E] moment,
for just around that next curve is where I left home three years ago.
[A] And I can't bear the thought to look.
I'm going to bow my [D] head and pray, and I want you to tell me if you see the white rag that I wrote Mom [A] about.
So the young [E] man bowed his head and began to pray.
[A] And as the train went around the curve, the old minister [E] [A] began to wipe the moisture off the window so he could see out clearly.
And [D] all at once the old minister himself burst into tears,
and he said, Son, I [A] want you to raise your head.
You've just got to see this.
I can't describe it to you.
[E] You don't have a thing to worry about.
There's not just one rag in that old apple [A] tree, but, Son, there's a white rag hanging from every limb.
And [D] that's not all.
There's an old mom and dad out in the front yard.
They're waving the biggest [E] bed sheet I've ever saw with the words wrote on it.
Welcome home, [A] Son.
Welcome home.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Open [Am] [D] wide, I am [A] armed of _ love.
Lord, [E] I'm coming _ [A]
home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _