Texas Lullaby Chords by The Doobie Brothers
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Bm
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] Sitting by myself [D] in the summertime, when the heat [A] is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field just growing [A] without a [D] sound.
[A] I was a [D] boy raised in a country that's [A] still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a [A] beautiful memory.
[Em] Rise with the sun at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] Sitting by that old oak tree, [D] picking my [A] guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading [D] over my head is the closest [A] friend I made.
Just me and some [D] Hollywood [B] music floating [A] through the air.
Grass is [D] a rustling, the birds are singing, and my heart [A] don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, soaking up my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the fields.
[A] Watching the sun settle down on my [D] open Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you're [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working [Bm] in the field, there was chores [A] at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
[Bm] Chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[A] So I was always [D] hearing music, always [A] want to play me some.
As a full [D]-time friend, oh, way to ease the end [Bm] of a woman [A] who swayed [D] me some.
[A] Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
The times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me home.
[Em] Sun burning down through the trees.
Gets so hot, bring a working man to his knees.
[A] Part of my heart, part of my soul, [D] part of a melody.
[A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in [A] simple harmony.
Life was different in the old days, you're just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was work [A] at home to be [D] done.
There was chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Bm] [G]
[F#] [E] [D]
[E] [Bm] [D]
[E] [A] [E] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[A] Stayed in the evening on the [D] front porch, the sun [A] setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang what we [A] liked best.
Sing about a wife, [D] sing about a children, [A] singing out the tales of blues.
Simple folks and we [D] like it that way, got nothing [A] left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the silver horse flying wild [A] as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in [D] the field, there was chores at [A] home to be done.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part [D] of a melody.
[A]
Hands were clapping and people [D] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A]
But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be [D] done, [A] singing a lullaby.
[G] [F#] [F]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] Sitting by myself [D] in the summertime, when the heat [A] is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field just growing [A] without a [D] sound.
[A] I was a [D] boy raised in a country that's [A] still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a [A] beautiful memory.
[Em] Rise with the sun at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
[A] Sitting by that old oak tree, [D] picking my [A] guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading [D] over my head is the closest [A] friend I made.
Just me and some [D] Hollywood [B] music floating [A] through the air.
Grass is [D] a rustling, the birds are singing, and my heart [A] don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, soaking up my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the fields.
[A] Watching the sun settle down on my [D] open Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you're [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working [Bm] in the field, there was chores [A] at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
[Bm] Chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[A] So I was always [D] hearing music, always [A] want to play me some.
As a full [D]-time friend, oh, way to ease the end [Bm] of a woman [A] who swayed [D] me some.
[A] Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
The times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me home.
[Em] Sun burning down through the trees.
Gets so hot, bring a working man to his knees.
[A] Part of my heart, part of my soul, [D] part of a melody.
[A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in [A] simple harmony.
Life was different in the old days, you're just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was work [A] at home to be [D] done.
There was chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Bm] [G]
[F#] [E] [D]
[E] [Bm] [D]
[E] [A] [E] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[A] Stayed in the evening on the [D] front porch, the sun [A] setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang what we [A] liked best.
Sing about a wife, [D] sing about a children, [A] singing out the tales of blues.
Simple folks and we [D] like it that way, got nothing [A] left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the silver horse flying wild [A] as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in [D] the field, there was chores at [A] home to be done.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part [D] of a melody.
[A]
Hands were clapping and people [D] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A]
But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be [D] done, [A] singing a lullaby.
[G] [F#] [F]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
Key:
A
D
Bm
G
E
A
D
Bm
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
[A] Sitting by myself [D] in the summertime, when the heat [A] is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field just growing [A] without a [D] sound.
[A] I was a [D] boy raised in a country that's [A] still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a [A] beautiful memory.
_ [Em] Rise with the sun at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
_ [A] Sitting by that old oak tree, [D] picking my [A] guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading [D] over my head is the closest [A] friend I made.
Just me and some [D] Hollywood [B] music floating [A] through the air.
Grass is [D] a rustling, the birds are singing, and my heart [A] don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, soaking up my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the fields.
[A] Watching the sun settle down on my [D] open Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you're [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working [Bm] in the field, there was chores [A] at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
[Bm] Chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] So I was always [D] hearing music, always [A] want to play me some.
As a full [D]-time friend, oh, way to ease the end [Bm] of a woman [A] who swayed [D] me some.
[A] Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
The times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me home.
[Em] Sun burning down through the trees.
Gets so hot, bring a working man to his knees.
[A] Part of my heart, part of my soul, [D] part of a melody.
_ [A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in [A] simple harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, you're just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was work [A] at home to be [D] done.
There was chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Bm] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ [A] Stayed in the evening on the [D] front porch, the sun [A] setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang what we [A] liked best.
Sing about a wife, [D] sing about a children, [A] singing out the tales of blues.
Simple folks and we [D] like it that way, got nothing [A] left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the silver horse flying wild [A] as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in [D] the field, there was chores at [A] home to be done.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part [D] of a melody.
[A] _
Hands were clapping and people [D] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A]
But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be [D] done, [A] singing a lullaby.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
[A] Sitting by myself [D] in the summertime, when the heat [A] is burning down.
Watching the golden [D] crops in the field just growing [A] without a [D] sound.
[A] I was a [D] boy raised in a country that's [A] still a part of me.
See, no matter [D] where I go, it's a [A] beautiful memory.
_ [Em] Rise with the sun at the break of day.
Looking out my window, it's the same as yesterday.
_ [A] Sitting by that old oak tree, [D] picking my [A] guitar in the shade.
That old tree spreading [D] over my head is the closest [A] friend I made.
Just me and some [D] Hollywood [B] music floating [A] through the air.
Grass is [D] a rustling, the birds are singing, and my heart [A] don't have a care.
[Em] Still another day finds me in the field.
Sweaty, soaking up my ragged clothes, but I'd rather work the fields.
[A] Watching the sun settle down on my [D] open Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the horses running wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days, you're [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working [Bm] in the field, there was chores [A] at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
[Bm] Chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] So I was always [D] hearing music, always [A] want to play me some.
As a full [D]-time friend, oh, way to ease the end [Bm] of a woman [A] who swayed [D] me some.
[A] Hearing those [D] tunes always had a way of [A] soothing out my soul.
The times got [D] hard and work was slow, [A] music could get me home.
[Em] Sun burning down through the trees.
Gets so hot, bring a working man to his knees.
[A] Part of my heart, part of my soul, [D] part of a melody.
_ [A] Hands are clapping and people swaying in [A] simple harmony.
_ Life was different in the old days, you're just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
[Bm] There was work [A] at home to be [D] done.
There was chores [A] at home to be done, [G] yeah.
[Bm] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
_ [A] Stayed in the evening on the [D] front porch, the sun [A] setting in the west.
Me and the [D] boys passed around the bottle and sang what we [A] liked best.
Sing about a wife, [D] sing about a children, [A] singing out the tales of blues.
Simple folks and we [D] like it that way, got nothing [A] left to lose, no.
Watching the sun settle down on my [D] old Texas land.
[A] Looking at the cattle and the silver horse flying wild [A] as they can.
Life was different in the old days, [D] just scared of day's work done.
[A] But when you finished working in [D] the field, there was chores at [A] home to be done.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part [D] of a melody.
[A] _
Hands were clapping and people [D] swaying, singing [A] in harmony.
Life was different in the old days, just [D] scared of day's work done.
[A]
But when you finished working in the field, there was [A] chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be [D] done, [A] singing a lullaby.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _