Chords for The Rankin Family
Tempo:
133.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] Here comes Mr.
McNeil, the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll feel, after a twister around the vent.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[G]
[D]
[Dm] [D] Look up yonder, it's old McNeil, he's high by now, few we can hardly see.
Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[A]
[D] [G]
[D]
Up spoke fine young Cameron, at the desk at a fearful hammering.
Today, old Stutter and Stammering, they'll be held to pick and platter.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[G]
[D]
[Em] [G]
[E] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E] [A]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [G] [Gm] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [C#m]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A#] [A] [D]
[A] [D] Many write and alike, burning bright every night.
Waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
There they stand by the door, selling bush by the score.
Asking you to buy some more along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
You'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Home I'll go home.
I'm full of the rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll never go again.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll go in the morning.
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] Here comes Mr.
McNeil, the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll feel, after a twister around the vent.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[G]
[D]
[Dm] [D] Look up yonder, it's old McNeil, he's high by now, few we can hardly see.
Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[A]
[D] [G]
[D]
Up spoke fine young Cameron, at the desk at a fearful hammering.
Today, old Stutter and Stammering, they'll be held to pick and platter.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
[G]
[D]
[Em] [G]
[E] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E] [A]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [G] [Gm] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [C#m]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [E] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A#] [A] [D]
[A] [D] Many write and alike, burning bright every night.
Waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
There they stand by the door, selling bush by the score.
Asking you to buy some more along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
You'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Home I'll go home.
I'm full of the rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll never go again.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll go in the morning.
Key:
D
G
A
E
Dm
D
G
A
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
[D] Here comes Mr.
McNeil, the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll feel, after a twister around the vent.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ [D] Look up yonder, it's old McNeil, he's high by now, few we can hardly see.
Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Up spoke fine young Cameron, at the desk at a fearful hammering.
Today, old Stutter and Stammering, they'll be held to pick and platter.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [A#] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] Many write and alike, burning bright every night.
Waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
There they stand by the door, selling bush by the score.
Asking you to buy some more along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
You'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home, I'll go home. _ _ _ _
Home I'll go home.
I'm full of the rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum. _
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll never go again.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll go in the morning. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
[D] Here comes Mr.
McNeil, the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll feel, after a twister around the vent.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ [D] Look up yonder, it's old McNeil, he's high by now, few we can hardly see.
Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Up spoke fine young Cameron, at the desk at a fearful hammering.
Today, old Stutter and Stammering, they'll be held to pick and platter.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [A#] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] Many write and alike, burning bright every night.
Waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
There they stand by the door, selling bush by the score.
Asking you to buy some more along the shores of Hoggema.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
You'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home, I'll go home. _ _ _ _
Home I'll go home.
I'm full of the rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum. _
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home.
Full of the Devil and Full of the Rum.
I'll go home when I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll never go again.
I'll go home, I'll go home, but I'll go in the morning. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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