The Maine Christmas Song (Original Version) Chords
Tempo:
90 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] There was a time when roads were made of crushed rock and [A] earth, and the only tracks through
the whitest of snow were those with [A] footprints and paw prints and hoof prints, [E] and the long
straight lines of the sleigh.
[A] It was a time when the gifts [G#m] of Christmas were made [C#m] by loving hands, [F#] and the holidays
a holy time of giving and [B] sharing.
Neighbors with more gave to [A] neighbors with less, [E] and the hopes of heaven [G#m] and peace on
[E] earth shared by all.
[F#] Time has passed and much has [B] changed, but [C#m] there is still a small corner [E] of the earth
where old [F#] values have not been lost, [E] where neighbors [C#m] still share with neighbors, [A] and
children still [B] believe that to [E] give is greater than to receive.
There's still meaning [Bm] in the magic [E] of Christmas, [A] in the state [F#] where the Christmas [E] trees grow,
[A] where neighbors [B] still drop by [G#m] with cookies, [C#m] breads, and pies, [F#] and warm themselves beside
the [B] kitchen stove.
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, [G#m] and caring, [B] hanging [F#] wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, [A] from her mountains [B] to her great [E] Atlantic shore.
[A] You can find a [B] farmer hitching up [E] his horses to [A] the sleigh [B] that the families [E] had for years,
[A] to give the [B] children rides through [G#m] the snow-white [C#m] countryside [F#] and the forest filled with timid
white [B]-tailed deer.
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [F#m] her mountains to [B] her great [E] Atlantic shore.
[A] Families still [B] invite their friends [E] and neighbors in [A] their search for [B] the perfect Christmas [E] tree.
[A] Walking across [B] the frozen fields [G#m] and rivers, [F#] oftentimes in snow above [B] their knees.
It's [A] the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
That's [A] the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
That's [A] the spirit [B] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
the whitest of snow were those with [A] footprints and paw prints and hoof prints, [E] and the long
straight lines of the sleigh.
[A] It was a time when the gifts [G#m] of Christmas were made [C#m] by loving hands, [F#] and the holidays
a holy time of giving and [B] sharing.
Neighbors with more gave to [A] neighbors with less, [E] and the hopes of heaven [G#m] and peace on
[E] earth shared by all.
[F#] Time has passed and much has [B] changed, but [C#m] there is still a small corner [E] of the earth
where old [F#] values have not been lost, [E] where neighbors [C#m] still share with neighbors, [A] and
children still [B] believe that to [E] give is greater than to receive.
There's still meaning [Bm] in the magic [E] of Christmas, [A] in the state [F#] where the Christmas [E] trees grow,
[A] where neighbors [B] still drop by [G#m] with cookies, [C#m] breads, and pies, [F#] and warm themselves beside
the [B] kitchen stove.
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, [G#m] and caring, [B] hanging [F#] wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, [A] from her mountains [B] to her great [E] Atlantic shore.
[A] You can find a [B] farmer hitching up [E] his horses to [A] the sleigh [B] that the families [E] had for years,
[A] to give the [B] children rides through [G#m] the snow-white [C#m] countryside [F#] and the forest filled with timid
white [B]-tailed deer.
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [F#m] her mountains to [B] her great [E] Atlantic shore.
[A] Families still [B] invite their friends [E] and neighbors in [A] their search for [B] the perfect Christmas [E] tree.
[A] Walking across [B] the frozen fields [G#m] and rivers, [F#] oftentimes in snow above [B] their knees.
It's [A] the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
That's [A] the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
That's [A] the spirit [B] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
Key:
E
A
B
F#
C#m
E
A
B
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[E] _ _ _ _ There was a time when roads were made of crushed rock and [A] earth, and the only tracks through
the whitest of snow were those with [A] footprints and paw prints and hoof prints, [E] and the long
straight lines of the sleigh.
[A] _ It was a time when the gifts [G#m] of Christmas were made [C#m] by loving hands, [F#] and the holidays
a holy time of giving and [B] sharing.
Neighbors with more gave to [A] neighbors with less, [E] and the hopes of heaven [G#m] and peace on
[E] earth shared by all. _
[F#] Time has passed and much has [B] changed, but [C#m] there is still a small corner [E] of the earth
where old [F#] values have not been lost, [E] where neighbors [C#m] still share with neighbors, [A] and
children still [B] believe that to [E] give is greater than to receive. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's still meaning [Bm] in the magic [E] of Christmas, _ [A] in the state [F#] where the Christmas [E] trees grow,
_ [A] where neighbors [B] still drop by [G#m] with cookies, [C#m] breads, and pies, [F#] and warm themselves beside
the [B] kitchen stove.
_ [A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, [G#m] and caring, [B] hanging [F#] wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
_ [A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, [A] from her mountains [B] to her great [E] Atlantic shore. _ _ _ _ _
[A] You can find a [B] farmer hitching up [E] his horses to [A] the sleigh [B] that the families [E] had for years,
[A] to give the [B] children rides through [G#m] the snow-white [C#m] countryside [F#] and the forest filled with timid
white [B]-tailed deer. _
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door. _
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [F#m] her mountains to [B] her great [E] Atlantic shore. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Families still [B] invite their friends [E] and neighbors in [A] their search for [B] the perfect Christmas [E] tree.
_ [A] Walking across [B] the frozen fields [G#m] and rivers, _ _ [F#] oftentimes in snow above [B] their knees.
It's [A] the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
That's [A] the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
_ That's [A] the spirit [B] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore. _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ There was a time when roads were made of crushed rock and [A] earth, and the only tracks through
the whitest of snow were those with [A] footprints and paw prints and hoof prints, [E] and the long
straight lines of the sleigh.
[A] _ It was a time when the gifts [G#m] of Christmas were made [C#m] by loving hands, [F#] and the holidays
a holy time of giving and [B] sharing.
Neighbors with more gave to [A] neighbors with less, [E] and the hopes of heaven [G#m] and peace on
[E] earth shared by all. _
[F#] Time has passed and much has [B] changed, but [C#m] there is still a small corner [E] of the earth
where old [F#] values have not been lost, [E] where neighbors [C#m] still share with neighbors, [A] and
children still [B] believe that to [E] give is greater than to receive. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's still meaning [Bm] in the magic [E] of Christmas, _ [A] in the state [F#] where the Christmas [E] trees grow,
_ [A] where neighbors [B] still drop by [G#m] with cookies, [C#m] breads, and pies, [F#] and warm themselves beside
the [B] kitchen stove.
_ [A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, [G#m] and caring, [B] hanging [F#] wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
_ [A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, [A] from her mountains [B] to her great [E] Atlantic shore. _ _ _ _ _
[A] You can find a [B] farmer hitching up [E] his horses to [A] the sleigh [B] that the families [E] had for years,
[A] to give the [B] children rides through [G#m] the snow-white [C#m] countryside [F#] and the forest filled with timid
white [B]-tailed deer. _
[A] It's the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door. _
[A] That's the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [F#m] her mountains to [B] her great [E] Atlantic shore. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Families still [B] invite their friends [E] and neighbors in [A] their search for [B] the perfect Christmas [E] tree.
_ [A] Walking across [B] the frozen fields [G#m] and rivers, _ _ [F#] oftentimes in snow above [B] their knees.
It's [A] the spirit of sharing, [E] giving, and caring, [F#] hanging wreaths upon the [B] neighbor's door.
That's [A] the spirit [F#m] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore.
_ That's [A] the spirit [B] of Maine [E] at Christmas [C#m] time, from [A] her mountains to [B] her great Atlantic [E] shore. _ _ _ _ _
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