Chords for The Charlie Daniels Band - You Can't Pick Cotton.wmv
Tempo:
115.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C] [G]
I never will forget the day the law come take my grandpa away.
They found him up on Sugar Hill making bootleg liquor in a moonshine still.
Uncle Bill said, Grandpa, you better run.
High Sheriff's coming with a posse and a gun.
Grandpa didn't want to go to jail.
He took off running down the Covered Roof [C] Trail.
They said, hey, hey, I better get my bridges on.
The High Sheriff's coming to take me to town.
Hey, hey, I better get a move on.
I better get a move on down.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
[G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[C] [G]
Two weeks later, he was back in town in a Cadillac car with a top rolled down.
Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, money in the sack.
Sitting in the back seat, jumping like a frog, grinning like a popsicle, putting on the dog.
New suit, new hat, twinkle in his eye.
Playing on the fiddle before the people passing [C] by.
He said, hey, hey, give me a drink of water.
Now the sun's getting hotter and I think I'm getting dry.
Hey, hey, doing what I ought to.
Now I'm telling you the [D] reason why.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't [F] go driving if the wheels [G] don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
[G] Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
Here's a long time ago, daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy and [C] his wife, they still [G] need love.
Daddy and his wife, they still need love.
Can't pick cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[C]
[G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[N]
[C] [G]
I never will forget the day the law come take my grandpa away.
They found him up on Sugar Hill making bootleg liquor in a moonshine still.
Uncle Bill said, Grandpa, you better run.
High Sheriff's coming with a posse and a gun.
Grandpa didn't want to go to jail.
He took off running down the Covered Roof [C] Trail.
They said, hey, hey, I better get my bridges on.
The High Sheriff's coming to take me to town.
Hey, hey, I better get a move on.
I better get a move on down.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
[G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[C] [G]
Two weeks later, he was back in town in a Cadillac car with a top rolled down.
Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, money in the sack.
Sitting in the back seat, jumping like a frog, grinning like a popsicle, putting on the dog.
New suit, new hat, twinkle in his eye.
Playing on the fiddle before the people passing [C] by.
He said, hey, hey, give me a drink of water.
Now the sun's getting hotter and I think I'm getting dry.
Hey, hey, doing what I ought to.
Now I'm telling you the [D] reason why.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't [F] go driving if the wheels [G] don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
[G] Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
[F] [G]
Here's a long time ago, daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy and [C] his wife, they still [G] need love.
Daddy and his wife, they still need love.
Can't pick cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[C]
[G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
[N]
Key:
G
C
F
D
G
C
F
D
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ I never will forget the day the law come take my grandpa away.
They found him up on Sugar Hill making bootleg liquor in a moonshine still.
Uncle Bill said, Grandpa, you better run.
High Sheriff's coming with a posse and a gun.
Grandpa didn't want to go to jail.
He took off running down the Covered Roof [C] Trail.
They said, hey, hey, I better get my bridges on.
The High Sheriff's coming to take me to town.
Hey, hey, I better get a move on.
I better get a move on down.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
_ [G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Two weeks later, he was back in town in a Cadillac car with a top rolled down.
Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, money in the sack.
Sitting in the back seat, jumping like a frog, grinning like a popsicle, putting on the dog.
New suit, new hat, twinkle in his eye.
Playing on the fiddle before the people passing [C] by.
He said, hey, hey, give me a drink of water.
Now the sun's getting hotter and I think I'm getting dry.
Hey, hey, doing what I ought to.
Now I'm telling you the [D] reason why.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't [F] go driving if the wheels [G] don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Here's a long time ago, daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy and [C] his wife, they still [G] need love.
Daddy and _ _ _ _ his wife, they still _ _ need _ _ love.
Can't pick cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I never will forget the day the law come take my grandpa away.
They found him up on Sugar Hill making bootleg liquor in a moonshine still.
Uncle Bill said, Grandpa, you better run.
High Sheriff's coming with a posse and a gun.
Grandpa didn't want to go to jail.
He took off running down the Covered Roof [C] Trail.
They said, hey, hey, I better get my bridges on.
The High Sheriff's coming to take me to town.
Hey, hey, I better get a move on.
I better get a move on down.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round.
_ [G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Two weeks later, he was back in town in a Cadillac car with a top rolled down.
Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, money in the sack.
Sitting in the back seat, jumping like a frog, grinning like a popsicle, putting on the dog.
New suit, new hat, twinkle in his eye.
Playing on the fiddle before the people passing [C] by.
He said, hey, hey, give me a drink of water.
Now the sun's getting hotter and I think I'm getting dry.
Hey, hey, doing what I ought to.
Now I'm telling you the [D] reason why.
[G] Can't hit cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't [F] go driving if the wheels [G] don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels [C] go round. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _
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[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Here's a long time ago, daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy worked a man named Scott Nassau.
Daddy and [C] his wife, they still [G] need love.
Daddy and _ _ _ _ his wife, they still _ _ need _ _ love.
Can't pick cotton if the fields ain't wide.
Can't stay sober on a Saturday night.
Can't go croaking if you get too low.
Can't go driving if the wheels don't roll.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down.
Bring back money, make the wheels go round.
Play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I'm gonna play my fiddle till the sun goes down. _ _ _ _
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