Chords for The Prava Sessions: AJ Lee - "A Song For Noah"
Tempo:
97.85 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Gm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I write songs sometimes it's for myself, from personal experience or just like a funny song.
I'll write a funny song for my nephews just around the house.
And other times I'll, I'll want to, you know, like remember [Bb] something.
It's something in history because in songs when you sing something people might not always
notice it but there's always something emotional that you can't explain that happens when you
hear a song.
Songs always connect with someone so instead of writing something down on a document or
something in history if you put it in a song the emotional attachment will always be there.
She waded into the river in the woods with Luke and Paul and John.
She said, my boys I am no good a mother, you can't have a mother so wrong.
One by one she held them down until her life slipped away.
And Mary crying was pulled in too, now the river too was Mary's grave.
Noah, [Gm] Noah the last [Bb] of those whose souls had gone up high,
came to his mother what happened to Mary and ran through the trees for his life.
She caught up to him and dragged him down and held him by Mary's side.
Mother I'm sorry is all that he could say for she drowned him no matter his cries.
The father came home right away to his sons and daughter he had loved.
Only to find their bodies cold and no life to his babies love.
He screamed at his wife what have you done, what have you done to them.
And now the babies are laid in their graves and [Eb] there's no [Bb] more pain in the end.
[N]
I'll write a funny song for my nephews just around the house.
And other times I'll, I'll want to, you know, like remember [Bb] something.
It's something in history because in songs when you sing something people might not always
notice it but there's always something emotional that you can't explain that happens when you
hear a song.
Songs always connect with someone so instead of writing something down on a document or
something in history if you put it in a song the emotional attachment will always be there.
She waded into the river in the woods with Luke and Paul and John.
She said, my boys I am no good a mother, you can't have a mother so wrong.
One by one she held them down until her life slipped away.
And Mary crying was pulled in too, now the river too was Mary's grave.
Noah, [Gm] Noah the last [Bb] of those whose souls had gone up high,
came to his mother what happened to Mary and ran through the trees for his life.
She caught up to him and dragged him down and held him by Mary's side.
Mother I'm sorry is all that he could say for she drowned him no matter his cries.
The father came home right away to his sons and daughter he had loved.
Only to find their bodies cold and no life to his babies love.
He screamed at his wife what have you done, what have you done to them.
And now the babies are laid in their graves and [Eb] there's no [Bb] more pain in the end.
[N]
Key:
Bb
Gm
Eb
Bb
Gm
Eb
Bb
Gm
I write songs sometimes it's for myself, from personal experience or just like a funny song.
I'll write a funny song for my nephews just around the house.
And other times I'll, I'll want to, you know, like remember [Bb] something.
It's something in history because in songs when you sing something people might not always
notice it but there's always something emotional that you can't explain that happens when you
hear a song.
Songs always connect with someone so instead of writing something down on a document or
something in history if you put it in a song the emotional attachment will always be there. _ _
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_ She waded into the river in the woods with Luke and Paul and John. _
She said, my boys I am no good a mother, you can't have a mother so wrong.
_ One by one she held them down until her life slipped _ away.
And Mary crying was pulled in too, now the river too was Mary's grave. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Noah, _ [Gm] Noah the last [Bb] of those whose souls had gone up high, _
came to his mother what happened to Mary and ran through the trees for his life.
_ She caught up to him and dragged him down and held him by Mary's side.
_ Mother I'm sorry is all that he could say for she drowned him no matter his cries. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The father came home right away to his sons and daughter he had loved.
_ _ Only to find their bodies cold and no life to his babies love.
He screamed at his wife what have you done, what have you done to them.
_ And now the babies are laid in their graves and [Eb] there's no [Bb] more pain in the end. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
I'll write a funny song for my nephews just around the house.
And other times I'll, I'll want to, you know, like remember [Bb] something.
It's something in history because in songs when you sing something people might not always
notice it but there's always something emotional that you can't explain that happens when you
hear a song.
Songs always connect with someone so instead of writing something down on a document or
something in history if you put it in a song the emotional attachment will always be there. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ She waded into the river in the woods with Luke and Paul and John. _
She said, my boys I am no good a mother, you can't have a mother so wrong.
_ One by one she held them down until her life slipped _ away.
And Mary crying was pulled in too, now the river too was Mary's grave. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Noah, _ [Gm] Noah the last [Bb] of those whose souls had gone up high, _
came to his mother what happened to Mary and ran through the trees for his life.
_ She caught up to him and dragged him down and held him by Mary's side.
_ Mother I'm sorry is all that he could say for she drowned him no matter his cries. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The father came home right away to his sons and daughter he had loved.
_ _ Only to find their bodies cold and no life to his babies love.
He screamed at his wife what have you done, what have you done to them.
_ And now the babies are laid in their graves and [Eb] there's no [Bb] more pain in the end. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _