Chords for The great STONEWALL JACKSON talks about and sings BJ THE DJ
Tempo:
102.1 bpm
Chords used:
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C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
BJ's DJ Hugh X Lewis wrote this song and it is a true story.
It happened to a friend of his.
You know they get up really early in the morning and get there before everybody else is even thinking about getting out of bed and starting
because they're the ones supposed to wake you up or when your clock goes off that's supposed to be like the first thing you hear.
So they're out there on the road early and sometimes they might not have the best tires in the world
and he happened to have two good tires on the left side of his car and that happened to him.
So he wrote this song.
Can I stand up and do this?
Sure.
Well thank the disc jockeys one more time for playing our kind of music.
[A] [D]
Story about a pal of mine, worked down near the Georgia line.
He was DJing in a little [A] country station.
Everybody loved him dear.
He played what they liked.
He built himself up quite a [D] reputation.
At the record hops he stayed out late.
And his mom would always wait to see if he had made it [A] home alive.
Warned against his lawful fleet, driving fast in that old heat, that he had to be at work by [D] five.
BJ the DJ, you're living much too [A] fast.
And if you don't change your ways, I don't see how you can [D] last.
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roam.
Overslept and he would [A] play it again.
Then at break next week he'd drive, sign the station on at five.
[A] He had lots of records he [D] must spend.
His mom'd sit by the radio, until his voice told her hello.
She knew then that he'd made it there [A] alright.
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe when he was there.
She'd wait up for him, [D] again to die.
It hadn't gone cold and rainy more, all four tires were badly worn.
Still he scratched off just as [A] fast as time.
BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve.
He signed off down near [D] Georgia Line.
Mom'd sit by the radio, the more she heard she didn't know.
BJ had never been this late [A] before.
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait a while before she'd call.
But then she heard that knock at the [D] door.
BJ the DJ, only twenty [A]-four.
Wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the hits no more.
And we all thank you for that one.
[D] [C] [N]
It happened to a friend of his.
You know they get up really early in the morning and get there before everybody else is even thinking about getting out of bed and starting
because they're the ones supposed to wake you up or when your clock goes off that's supposed to be like the first thing you hear.
So they're out there on the road early and sometimes they might not have the best tires in the world
and he happened to have two good tires on the left side of his car and that happened to him.
So he wrote this song.
Can I stand up and do this?
Sure.
Well thank the disc jockeys one more time for playing our kind of music.
[A] [D]
Story about a pal of mine, worked down near the Georgia line.
He was DJing in a little [A] country station.
Everybody loved him dear.
He played what they liked.
He built himself up quite a [D] reputation.
At the record hops he stayed out late.
And his mom would always wait to see if he had made it [A] home alive.
Warned against his lawful fleet, driving fast in that old heat, that he had to be at work by [D] five.
BJ the DJ, you're living much too [A] fast.
And if you don't change your ways, I don't see how you can [D] last.
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roam.
Overslept and he would [A] play it again.
Then at break next week he'd drive, sign the station on at five.
[A] He had lots of records he [D] must spend.
His mom'd sit by the radio, until his voice told her hello.
She knew then that he'd made it there [A] alright.
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe when he was there.
She'd wait up for him, [D] again to die.
It hadn't gone cold and rainy more, all four tires were badly worn.
Still he scratched off just as [A] fast as time.
BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve.
He signed off down near [D] Georgia Line.
Mom'd sit by the radio, the more she heard she didn't know.
BJ had never been this late [A] before.
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait a while before she'd call.
But then she heard that knock at the [D] door.
BJ the DJ, only twenty [A]-four.
Wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the hits no more.
And we all thank you for that one.
[D] [C] [N]
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BJ's DJ Hugh X Lewis wrote this song and it is a true story.
It happened to a friend of his.
You know they get up really early in the morning and get there before everybody else is even thinking about getting out of bed and starting
because they're the ones supposed to wake you up or when your clock goes off that's supposed to be like the first thing you hear.
So they're out there on the road early and sometimes they might not have the best tires in the world
and he happened to have two good tires on the left side of his car and that happened to him.
So he wrote this song.
Can I stand up and do this?
Sure.
Well thank the disc jockeys one more time for playing our kind of music.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Story about a pal of mine, worked down near the Georgia line.
He was DJing in a little [A] country station. _ _
_ Everybody loved him dear.
He played what they liked.
He built himself up quite a [D] reputation. _ _
At the record hops he stayed out late.
And his mom would always wait to see if he had made it [A] home alive. _ _
Warned against his lawful fleet, driving fast in that old heat, that he had to be at work by [D] five. _
BJ the DJ, you're living much too [A] fast.
And if you don't change your ways, I don't see how you can [D] last.
_ Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roam.
Overslept and he would [A] play it again. _
Then at break next week he'd drive, sign the station on at five.
[A] He had lots of records he [D] must spend. _
His mom'd sit by the radio, until his voice told her hello.
She knew then that he'd made it there [A] alright. _ _
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe when he was there.
She'd wait up for him, [D] again to die. _ _
It hadn't gone cold and rainy more, all four tires were badly worn.
Still he scratched off just as [A] fast as time. _ _
BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve.
He signed off down near [D] Georgia Line. _
Mom'd sit by the radio, the more she heard she didn't know.
BJ had never been this late [A] before. _
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait a while before she'd call.
But then she heard that knock at the [D] door. _ _
BJ the DJ, only twenty [A]-four.
Wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the hits no more.
And we all thank you for that one.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [N] _ _
It happened to a friend of his.
You know they get up really early in the morning and get there before everybody else is even thinking about getting out of bed and starting
because they're the ones supposed to wake you up or when your clock goes off that's supposed to be like the first thing you hear.
So they're out there on the road early and sometimes they might not have the best tires in the world
and he happened to have two good tires on the left side of his car and that happened to him.
So he wrote this song.
Can I stand up and do this?
Sure.
Well thank the disc jockeys one more time for playing our kind of music.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Story about a pal of mine, worked down near the Georgia line.
He was DJing in a little [A] country station. _ _
_ Everybody loved him dear.
He played what they liked.
He built himself up quite a [D] reputation. _ _
At the record hops he stayed out late.
And his mom would always wait to see if he had made it [A] home alive. _ _
Warned against his lawful fleet, driving fast in that old heat, that he had to be at work by [D] five. _
BJ the DJ, you're living much too [A] fast.
And if you don't change your ways, I don't see how you can [D] last.
_ Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roam.
Overslept and he would [A] play it again. _
Then at break next week he'd drive, sign the station on at five.
[A] He had lots of records he [D] must spend. _
His mom'd sit by the radio, until his voice told her hello.
She knew then that he'd made it there [A] alright. _ _
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe when he was there.
She'd wait up for him, [D] again to die. _ _
It hadn't gone cold and rainy more, all four tires were badly worn.
Still he scratched off just as [A] fast as time. _ _
BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve.
He signed off down near [D] Georgia Line. _
Mom'd sit by the radio, the more she heard she didn't know.
BJ had never been this late [A] before. _
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait a while before she'd call.
But then she heard that knock at the [D] door. _ _
BJ the DJ, only twenty [A]-four.
Wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the hits no more.
And we all thank you for that one.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [N] _ _