Willie Jones Chords by The Charlie Daniels Band
Tempo:
111 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [D] [G]
[A] [D] [G] [D]
[G]
[D]
Willie Jones was a man I [G] met in a living Baltimore.
[Em] I was a guard, he wasn't [A] in town.
[D] In the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie Jones [A] was a friend [D] of mine.
He used [C] to say, [D] buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven for a [D] sailor, and he talked about the south land.
[G] Though he drifted from this shore, [Em] I never [A] seen a man who [D] loved it more.
[G] [A] [D]
He talked about the wood brew [G] whales in the Alabama [D] night.
[Em]
Honey suckle, vine and [A] sugar cane.
[D]
Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles in the early morning frost.
[Em]
Sleeping [A] under a tin [D] roof when it rained.
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pine.
[Em]
And a girl with wavy long [A] chested brown hair.
[D]
Talked about the beauty [G] of his mid-mountain home.
[Em]
Damn [A] near made me think [D] that I was there.
Buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[E]
Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
This man ain't got no freedom.
[G] Time sure passes [Em] slow.
[A] Willie Jones had ten [D] long years to go.
It's been almost a year [G] now since that hot night in July.
[Bm] [Em] Willie hit the guard [A] and just left.
[D] Had my rifle ready [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] Shot over [A] his head and went [D] to his men.
Then last week the [G] postman brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address and [A] no reply.
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy [Bm] again.
[Em] But if ever [A] down our way won't you [D] please drop by?
Buddy you know where I'm [G] going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
Talked about the Southland.
[G] Oh, he said, from Missouri.
[Em] I've never [A] seen a man who [D] looked more like.
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [G] [D]
[G]
[D]
Willie Jones was a man I [G] met in a living Baltimore.
[Em] I was a guard, he wasn't [A] in town.
[D] In the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie Jones [A] was a friend [D] of mine.
He used [C] to say, [D] buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven for a [D] sailor, and he talked about the south land.
[G] Though he drifted from this shore, [Em] I never [A] seen a man who [D] loved it more.
[G] [A] [D]
He talked about the wood brew [G] whales in the Alabama [D] night.
[Em]
Honey suckle, vine and [A] sugar cane.
[D]
Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles in the early morning frost.
[Em]
Sleeping [A] under a tin [D] roof when it rained.
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pine.
[Em]
And a girl with wavy long [A] chested brown hair.
[D]
Talked about the beauty [G] of his mid-mountain home.
[Em]
Damn [A] near made me think [D] that I was there.
Buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[E]
Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
This man ain't got no freedom.
[G] Time sure passes [Em] slow.
[A] Willie Jones had ten [D] long years to go.
It's been almost a year [G] now since that hot night in July.
[Bm] [Em] Willie hit the guard [A] and just left.
[D] Had my rifle ready [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] Shot over [A] his head and went [D] to his men.
Then last week the [G] postman brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address and [A] no reply.
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy [Bm] again.
[Em] But if ever [A] down our way won't you [D] please drop by?
Buddy you know where I'm [G] going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
Talked about the Southland.
[G] Oh, he said, from Missouri.
[Em] I've never [A] seen a man who [D] looked more like.
[G] [D]
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_ _ Willie Jones was a man I [G] met in a living Baltimore.
_ [Em] I was a guard, he wasn't [A] in town.
_ [D] In the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie Jones [A] was a friend [D] of mine.
He used [C] to say, [D] buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven for a [D] sailor, and he talked about the south land.
[G] Though he drifted from this shore, _ [Em] I never [A] seen a man who [D] loved it more.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He talked about the wood brew [G] whales in the Alabama [D] night.
[Em]
Honey suckle, vine and [A] sugar cane.
_ _ [D]
Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles in the early morning frost.
[Em]
Sleeping [A] under a tin [D] roof when it rained. _ _
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pine.
[Em]
And a girl with wavy long [A] chested brown hair.
_ [D]
Talked about the beauty [G] of his mid-mountain home.
[Em]
Damn [A] near made me think [D] that I was there. _ _
Buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[E] _
_ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
This man ain't got no freedom.
[G] Time sure passes [Em] slow.
[A] Willie Jones had ten [D] long years to go. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's been almost a year [G] now since that hot night in July.
[Bm] _ [Em] Willie hit the guard [A] and just left.
_ _ [D] Had my rifle ready [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] Shot over [A] his head and went [D] to his men.
_ _ Then last week the [G] postman brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address and [A] no reply.
_ [D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy [Bm] again.
[Em] But if ever [A] down our way won't you [D] please drop by?
_ _ Buddy you know where I'm [G] going when they let me out of here?
[D] _ [E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
Talked about the Southland.
[G] Oh, he said, from Missouri.
[Em] I've never [A] seen a man who [D] looked more like.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Willie Jones was a man I [G] met in a living Baltimore.
_ [Em] I was a guard, he wasn't [A] in town.
_ [D] In the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie Jones [A] was a friend [D] of mine.
He used [C] to say, [D] buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[D] [E] Alabama could be [A] heaven for a [D] sailor, and he talked about the south land.
[G] Though he drifted from this shore, _ [Em] I never [A] seen a man who [D] loved it more.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He talked about the wood brew [G] whales in the Alabama [D] night.
[Em]
Honey suckle, vine and [A] sugar cane.
_ _ [D]
Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles in the early morning frost.
[Em]
Sleeping [A] under a tin [D] roof when it rained. _ _
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pine.
[Em]
And a girl with wavy long [A] chested brown hair.
_ [D]
Talked about the beauty [G] of his mid-mountain home.
[Em]
Damn [A] near made me think [D] that I was there. _ _
Buddy you know where [G] I'm going when they let me out of here?
[E] _
_ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
This man ain't got no freedom.
[G] Time sure passes [Em] slow.
[A] Willie Jones had ten [D] long years to go. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's been almost a year [G] now since that hot night in July.
[Bm] _ [Em] Willie hit the guard [A] and just left.
_ _ [D] Had my rifle ready [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] Shot over [A] his head and went [D] to his men.
_ _ Then last week the [G] postman brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address and [A] no reply.
_ [D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy [Bm] again.
[Em] But if ever [A] down our way won't you [D] please drop by?
_ _ Buddy you know where I'm [G] going when they let me out of here?
[D] _ [E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was [D] there.
Talked about the Southland.
[G] Oh, he said, from Missouri.
[Em] I've never [A] seen a man who [D] looked more like.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _