Chords for The Ballad of St. Anne's Reel - Jason McGilligan
Tempo:
108.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] [A] [D]
He was stranded in some tiny [G] town on Fair Prince [D] Edward Isle, waiting for a ship to [A] come and find him.
[G] One horse [A] placed a friendly [D] face on top, [G] and a tiny [D] trace of fiddling [A] in the distance [D] far behind him.
A dime across the counter [G] then, a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, a walk along the street in [A] wintry weather.
[G] A yellow [A] light in open [D] door, a welcome [G] friend, there's room for [D] more, and they're standing [A] there [D] inside together.
They [A] said I've heard that song before somewhere, [G] but I can't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly shore, [G] did I hear it [Bm] in the wind?
Was it [D] written [A] on the sky above, [G] did I hear it from [D] someone I love?
Well I [G] never [A] heard a sound so [D] sweet since then.
[Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] Now his feet begin to tap, [G] the little boy says [D] I'll take your hat.
He's caught up in the magic of [A] her smile.
[G] And bleep, the [A] heart inside him went, [D] and up across [G] the floor, he sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful [D] as a child.
He said [A] there's magic in the fiddler's arm, [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] There's magic in the dancer's feet, [G] and the way they set [Bm] them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, lots of hair, [G] and laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gowns.
[Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, [G] the old [D] piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on [A] the rack.
[G] Those empty chairs, [A] the wooden floor, [D] that feels the touch of [G] shoes no more, [D] just waiting for [A] the dancers to [D] come back.
And [A] the fiddle's in the closet of [G] some daughter in [D] this town.
[A] The strings are broken, the bow is gone, and [G] the cover's [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] But sometimes on [A] December nights, [G] when the air is cold [D] and the wind is right, [G] there's a melody [A] that passes through [D] this town.
[A] [D] [Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
He was stranded in some tiny [G] town on Fair Prince [D] Edward Isle, waiting for a ship to [A] come and find him.
[G] One horse [A] placed a friendly [D] face on top, [G] and a tiny [D] trace of fiddling [A] in the distance [D] far behind him.
A dime across the counter [G] then, a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, a walk along the street in [A] wintry weather.
[G] A yellow [A] light in open [D] door, a welcome [G] friend, there's room for [D] more, and they're standing [A] there [D] inside together.
They [A] said I've heard that song before somewhere, [G] but I can't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly shore, [G] did I hear it [Bm] in the wind?
Was it [D] written [A] on the sky above, [G] did I hear it from [D] someone I love?
Well I [G] never [A] heard a sound so [D] sweet since then.
[Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] Now his feet begin to tap, [G] the little boy says [D] I'll take your hat.
He's caught up in the magic of [A] her smile.
[G] And bleep, the [A] heart inside him went, [D] and up across [G] the floor, he sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful [D] as a child.
He said [A] there's magic in the fiddler's arm, [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] There's magic in the dancer's feet, [G] and the way they set [Bm] them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, lots of hair, [G] and laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gowns.
[Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, [G] the old [D] piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on [A] the rack.
[G] Those empty chairs, [A] the wooden floor, [D] that feels the touch of [G] shoes no more, [D] just waiting for [A] the dancers to [D] come back.
And [A] the fiddle's in the closet of [G] some daughter in [D] this town.
[A] The strings are broken, the bow is gone, and [G] the cover's [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] But sometimes on [A] December nights, [G] when the air is cold [D] and the wind is right, [G] there's a melody [A] that passes through [D] this town.
[A] [D] [Em] [D]
[Em] [A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
Key:
D
A
G
Em
Bm
D
A
G
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ He was stranded in some tiny [G] town on Fair Prince [D] Edward Isle, waiting for a ship to [A] come and find him.
_ [G] One horse [A] placed a friendly [D] face on top, [G] and a tiny [D] trace of fiddling [A] in the distance [D] far behind him.
A dime across the counter [G] then, a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, a walk along the street in [A] wintry weather.
_ [G] A yellow [A] light in open [D] door, a welcome [G] friend, there's room for [D] more, and they're standing [A] there [D] inside together.
They [A] said I've heard that song before somewhere, [G] but I can't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly shore, [G] did I hear it [Bm] in the wind?
Was it [D] written [A] on the sky above, [G] did I hear it from [D] someone I love?
Well I [G] never [A] heard a sound so [D] sweet since then. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ Now his feet begin to tap, [G] the little boy says [D] I'll take your hat.
He's caught up in the magic of [A] her smile.
_ [G] And bleep, the [A] heart inside him went, [D] and up across [G] the floor, he sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful [D] as a child.
He said [A] there's magic in the fiddler's arm, [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] There's magic in the dancer's feet, [G] and the way they set [Bm] them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, lots of hair, [G] and laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gowns. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, [G] the old [D] piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on [A] the rack.
_ _ [G] Those empty chairs, [A] the wooden floor, [D] that feels the touch of [G] shoes no more, [D] just waiting for [A] the dancers to [D] come back.
And [A] the fiddle's in the closet of [G] some daughter in [D] this town.
[A] The strings are broken, the bow is gone, and [G] the cover's [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] But sometimes on [A] December nights, [G] when the air is cold [D] and the wind is right, [G] there's a melody [A] that passes through [D] this town.
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He was stranded in some tiny [G] town on Fair Prince [D] Edward Isle, waiting for a ship to [A] come and find him.
_ [G] One horse [A] placed a friendly [D] face on top, [G] and a tiny [D] trace of fiddling [A] in the distance [D] far behind him.
A dime across the counter [G] then, a shy hello, [D] a brand new friend, a walk along the street in [A] wintry weather.
_ [G] A yellow [A] light in open [D] door, a welcome [G] friend, there's room for [D] more, and they're standing [A] there [D] inside together.
They [A] said I've heard that song before somewhere, [G] but I can't [D] remember when.
[A] Was it on some other friendly shore, [G] did I hear it [Bm] in the wind?
Was it [D] written [A] on the sky above, [G] did I hear it from [D] someone I love?
Well I [G] never [A] heard a sound so [D] sweet since then. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ Now his feet begin to tap, [G] the little boy says [D] I'll take your hat.
He's caught up in the magic of [A] her smile.
_ [G] And bleep, the [A] heart inside him went, [D] and up across [G] the floor, he sent [D] his clumsy [A] body graceful [D] as a child.
He said [A] there's magic in the fiddler's arm, [G] there's magic in [D] this town.
[A] There's magic in the dancer's feet, [G] and the way they set [Bm] them down.
[D] People [A] smiling everywhere, [G] boots and [D] ribbons, lots of hair, [G] and laughter, old [A] blue suits and [D] Easter gowns. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, [G] the old [D] piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on [A] the rack.
_ _ [G] Those empty chairs, [A] the wooden floor, [D] that feels the touch of [G] shoes no more, [D] just waiting for [A] the dancers to [D] come back.
And [A] the fiddle's in the closet of [G] some daughter in [D] this town.
[A] The strings are broken, the bow is gone, and [G] the cover's [Bm] buttoned down.
[D] But sometimes on [A] December nights, [G] when the air is cold [D] and the wind is right, [G] there's a melody [A] that passes through [D] this town.
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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