Chords for The Dillards - Old Blue (long version)
Tempo:
84.825 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
C#
Bm
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This song is a folk song that you probably heard done lots of times before.
It's about a dog and the name of the song is Old Blue.
And Rodney does a pretty good job of singing this, but I would like to say one thing.
He may not sing it the way you're used to, because we didn't know it was ever done any other way except ours
until last year when we heard Joan Baez sing this at a festival we played at.
And she had everybody crying and frothing at the mouth.
And Rodney bit Pete Seeger on the leg.
[E] It's just a real emotional and moving experience about this old [N] dog.
But this song we do a lot different and I think it's because we got a little different attitude about dogs down home.
I know we got a lot different attitude about dogs than they do in Los Angeles.
Because we don't shave them up in little balls like they do [E] in Beverly Hills and Diane Lavender and stuff.
[C#] And you may not know this, but [Bm] we don't put rhinestone collars on them too much.
[E]
You know, if there's a rhinestone collar to spare around the house, it went on mommy.
Dogs are a status symbol down home.
And you need four or five of them in the summertime laying out there in the front yard scratching for the tourists and all.
What I started to tell you though, I think the real reason we do this song so much different is we got privies down home.
I don't know if you know what those [B] are.
If not, [G#] lots of luck.
They're a little, kind of a little pine shed usually which sits about [N] 100 yards out behind the house in the Ozarks.
Which in the wintertime is [B] of course 100 yards too far.
But in the summertime it's about 100 yards to near.
It's like everything else, you have to have sort of a compromise there.
And the thing is [Fm] people run foxhounds down there.
Well a foxhound, I don't even know what that is either.
But these hounds run in packs of 10 or 20.
[B] And they don't have any sense.
They're just like, you know.
[E] They run, they'll run.
They won't just run all night, they'll run for a week.
Until finally their paws give out, you know.
And they get starved to death and cold and especially in the winter.
And they'll lay up and the first place they can find it's out of the wind.
Which if you've left the door open, is your privy.
And you talk about something will [Bm] shake your day up.
[B] This has happened to all of us at different times.
You have to get up maybe in the middle of a cold winter night.
A little skiff of snow on the ground.
And everything outside of course just [N] slicker and deer guts on a doorknob.
[B] You have to go out there for some reason or another, you know.
Let me put it this way.
If you're up that time of the morning, that kind of weather, it's an emergency thing with you.
And you get out there to the privy finally.
[D] Through maybe five or six inches of snow.
And you open the [B] door and here's a big blue tick hound of somebody's curled up in there going.
Like he built it.
[E]
And I'll tell you the long and the short of it is.
I figure that anybody that's been growled out of their own privy five or six times in the winter.
Is not going to sing old blue [C#] like Joan Baez did.
[N]
[E] [B]
[E]
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
[B] [E]
They cut the grass and cut it brown.
Made them sweet tears running around.
When old blue died, he died so hard.
He took the poor's love on the arm.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
I dug his grave with a soldier's spade.
And laid him down with a golden chain.
But when he did, the heavenly curse fell to him.
I bled my heart and I called for blood.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
It's about a dog and the name of the song is Old Blue.
And Rodney does a pretty good job of singing this, but I would like to say one thing.
He may not sing it the way you're used to, because we didn't know it was ever done any other way except ours
until last year when we heard Joan Baez sing this at a festival we played at.
And she had everybody crying and frothing at the mouth.
And Rodney bit Pete Seeger on the leg.
[E] It's just a real emotional and moving experience about this old [N] dog.
But this song we do a lot different and I think it's because we got a little different attitude about dogs down home.
I know we got a lot different attitude about dogs than they do in Los Angeles.
Because we don't shave them up in little balls like they do [E] in Beverly Hills and Diane Lavender and stuff.
[C#] And you may not know this, but [Bm] we don't put rhinestone collars on them too much.
[E]
You know, if there's a rhinestone collar to spare around the house, it went on mommy.
Dogs are a status symbol down home.
And you need four or five of them in the summertime laying out there in the front yard scratching for the tourists and all.
What I started to tell you though, I think the real reason we do this song so much different is we got privies down home.
I don't know if you know what those [B] are.
If not, [G#] lots of luck.
They're a little, kind of a little pine shed usually which sits about [N] 100 yards out behind the house in the Ozarks.
Which in the wintertime is [B] of course 100 yards too far.
But in the summertime it's about 100 yards to near.
It's like everything else, you have to have sort of a compromise there.
And the thing is [Fm] people run foxhounds down there.
Well a foxhound, I don't even know what that is either.
But these hounds run in packs of 10 or 20.
[B] And they don't have any sense.
They're just like, you know.
[E] They run, they'll run.
They won't just run all night, they'll run for a week.
Until finally their paws give out, you know.
And they get starved to death and cold and especially in the winter.
And they'll lay up and the first place they can find it's out of the wind.
Which if you've left the door open, is your privy.
And you talk about something will [Bm] shake your day up.
[B] This has happened to all of us at different times.
You have to get up maybe in the middle of a cold winter night.
A little skiff of snow on the ground.
And everything outside of course just [N] slicker and deer guts on a doorknob.
[B] You have to go out there for some reason or another, you know.
Let me put it this way.
If you're up that time of the morning, that kind of weather, it's an emergency thing with you.
And you get out there to the privy finally.
[D] Through maybe five or six inches of snow.
And you open the [B] door and here's a big blue tick hound of somebody's curled up in there going.
Like he built it.
[E]
And I'll tell you the long and the short of it is.
I figure that anybody that's been growled out of their own privy five or six times in the winter.
Is not going to sing old blue [C#] like Joan Baez did.
[N]
[E] [B]
[E]
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
[B] [E]
They cut the grass and cut it brown.
Made them sweet tears running around.
When old blue died, he died so hard.
He took the poor's love on the arm.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
I dug his grave with a soldier's spade.
And laid him down with a golden chain.
But when he did, the heavenly curse fell to him.
I bled my heart and I called for blood.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Key:
E
B
C#
Bm
G#
E
B
C#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This song is a folk song that you probably heard done lots of times before.
It's about a dog and the name of the song is Old Blue.
And Rodney does a pretty good job of singing this, but I would like to say one thing.
He may not sing it the way you're used to, because we didn't know it was ever done any other way except ours
until last year when we heard Joan Baez sing this at a festival we played at.
And she had everybody crying and frothing at the mouth.
_ And Rodney bit Pete Seeger on the leg.
_ _ _ [E] It's just a real emotional and moving experience about this old [N] dog.
But this song we do a lot different and I think it's because we got a little different attitude about dogs down home.
I know we got a lot different attitude about dogs than they do in Los Angeles.
Because we don't shave them up in little balls like they do [E] _ _ in Beverly Hills and Diane Lavender and stuff.
[C#] And you may not know this, but [Bm] we don't put rhinestone collars on them too much.
[E] _
_ _ _ _ _ You know, if there's a rhinestone collar to spare around the house, it went on mommy. _ _ _ _
Dogs are a status symbol down home.
And you need four or five of them in the summertime laying out there in the front yard scratching for the tourists and all.
_ What I started to tell you though, I think the real reason we do this song so much different is we got privies down home.
I don't know if you know what those [B] are.
If not, [G#] lots of luck.
_ They're a little, kind of a little pine shed usually which sits about [N] 100 yards out behind the house in the Ozarks.
Which in the wintertime is [B] of course 100 yards too far.
_ _ But in the summertime it's about 100 yards to near. _ _ _ _
It's like everything else, you have to have sort of a compromise there.
And the thing is [Fm] people run foxhounds down there.
Well a foxhound, I don't even know what that is either.
But these hounds run in packs of 10 or 20.
[B] And they don't have any sense.
They're just like, you know.
_ _ [E] They run, they'll run.
They won't just run all night, they'll run for a week.
Until finally their paws give out, you know.
And they get starved to death and cold and especially in the winter.
And they'll lay up and the first place they can find it's out of the wind.
Which if you've left the door open, is your privy. _
And you talk about something will [Bm] shake your day up.
_ [B] This has happened to all of us at different times.
You have to get up maybe in the middle of a cold winter night.
A little skiff of snow on the ground.
And everything outside of course just [N] slicker and deer guts on a doorknob. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ You have to go out there for some reason or another, you know.
_ _ Let me put it this way.
If you're up that time of the morning, that kind of weather, it's an emergency thing with you. _ _ _
_ And you get out there to the privy finally.
[D] Through maybe five or six inches of snow.
And you open the [B] door and here's a big blue tick hound of somebody's curled up in there going.
_ _ Like he built it.
_ _ _ [E]
And I'll tell you the long and the short of it is.
I figure that anybody that's been growled out of their own privy five or six times in the winter.
Is not going to sing old blue [C#] like Joan Baez did.
_ _ [N] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ They cut the grass and cut it brown.
Made them sweet tears running around.
When old blue died, he died so hard. _ _ _ _
He took the poor's love on the arm.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
_ Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I dug his grave with a soldier's spade.
And laid him down with a golden chain.
But when he did, the heavenly curse fell to him. _ _ _
_ I bled my heart and I called for blood. _
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you. _ _ _
This song is a folk song that you probably heard done lots of times before.
It's about a dog and the name of the song is Old Blue.
And Rodney does a pretty good job of singing this, but I would like to say one thing.
He may not sing it the way you're used to, because we didn't know it was ever done any other way except ours
until last year when we heard Joan Baez sing this at a festival we played at.
And she had everybody crying and frothing at the mouth.
_ And Rodney bit Pete Seeger on the leg.
_ _ _ [E] It's just a real emotional and moving experience about this old [N] dog.
But this song we do a lot different and I think it's because we got a little different attitude about dogs down home.
I know we got a lot different attitude about dogs than they do in Los Angeles.
Because we don't shave them up in little balls like they do [E] _ _ in Beverly Hills and Diane Lavender and stuff.
[C#] And you may not know this, but [Bm] we don't put rhinestone collars on them too much.
[E] _
_ _ _ _ _ You know, if there's a rhinestone collar to spare around the house, it went on mommy. _ _ _ _
Dogs are a status symbol down home.
And you need four or five of them in the summertime laying out there in the front yard scratching for the tourists and all.
_ What I started to tell you though, I think the real reason we do this song so much different is we got privies down home.
I don't know if you know what those [B] are.
If not, [G#] lots of luck.
_ They're a little, kind of a little pine shed usually which sits about [N] 100 yards out behind the house in the Ozarks.
Which in the wintertime is [B] of course 100 yards too far.
_ _ But in the summertime it's about 100 yards to near. _ _ _ _
It's like everything else, you have to have sort of a compromise there.
And the thing is [Fm] people run foxhounds down there.
Well a foxhound, I don't even know what that is either.
But these hounds run in packs of 10 or 20.
[B] And they don't have any sense.
They're just like, you know.
_ _ [E] They run, they'll run.
They won't just run all night, they'll run for a week.
Until finally their paws give out, you know.
And they get starved to death and cold and especially in the winter.
And they'll lay up and the first place they can find it's out of the wind.
Which if you've left the door open, is your privy. _
And you talk about something will [Bm] shake your day up.
_ [B] This has happened to all of us at different times.
You have to get up maybe in the middle of a cold winter night.
A little skiff of snow on the ground.
And everything outside of course just [N] slicker and deer guts on a doorknob. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ You have to go out there for some reason or another, you know.
_ _ Let me put it this way.
If you're up that time of the morning, that kind of weather, it's an emergency thing with you. _ _ _
_ And you get out there to the privy finally.
[D] Through maybe five or six inches of snow.
And you open the [B] door and here's a big blue tick hound of somebody's curled up in there going.
_ _ Like he built it.
_ _ _ [E]
And I'll tell you the long and the short of it is.
I figure that anybody that's been growled out of their own privy five or six times in the winter.
Is not going to sing old blue [C#] like Joan Baez did.
_ _ [N] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ They cut the grass and cut it brown.
Made them sweet tears running around.
When old blue died, he died so hard. _ _ _ _
He took the poor's love on the arm.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
_ Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I dug his grave with a soldier's spade.
And laid him down with a golden chain.
But when he did, the heavenly curse fell to him. _ _ _
_ I bled my heart and I called for blood. _
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you.
Blue, blue, you can talk to you. _ _ _