Chords for The Settlers A Bottle of Scotch and an Old Guitar
Tempo:
84.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
I've got a bottle [B] of scotch and an old [E] guitar, a beat-up [A] butt, a mobile [E] car, a hankering
to [B] see an evening [E] star appear.
[B] [E] In the dying [B] light of the setting [E] sun, I'll think of [A] all the things I've [E] done, drink,
[B] strum, make a [E] tune appear.
[A] I'm gonna find a [E] mountain ash, [A] I'm gonna sit beneath that tree, [F#] drink the scotch with [B] dash
and make a melody.
[E] I've been [B] around, lent a [E] hand on the tunnels and [A] dams of the snowy land, [E] seen them [B] grow
and I guess I [E] love this place.
[B] [E] Well the time was good [B] but the time is gone [E] and the day has come [A] when I'm travelling [E] on
back to the [B] city, back to the [E] old rat race [A] as you drive out the [E] Alpine way.
[A] Think back to these years [F#] and I guess you'll [B] say we were pioneers.
[E] You recall when [B] Moses turned the tide, [E] pushed back the [A] waters to the other [E] side, saved his
[B] people many [E] years ago.
[B] [E] Well the men of the [B] mountains of the great [E] divide, they pushed the [A] waters to the other
side, [E] a miracle [B] to make the [E] green grass grow [A] and when it grows so [E] green and free.
[A] Think of the men from every [F#] land who made it [B] grow, now understand [E] I'm a rolling [B] stone,
ain't got no mass, [E] just an empty egg [A] and a sense of [E] loss and an empty [B] bottle shining
[E] beneath the moon.
[B] [E] Spirits are a [B]-flying round my head [E] of people I've [A] known and the things they've said, [E] ghosts
are a [B]-closing, I've gotta get [E] moving soon.
I'll leave an empty bottle [B] on Kraken back [E] and the telltale weave [A] of my crazy track,
[E] I've said goodbye [B] in the only way [E] I know.
I can't see much but [B] I must insist, [E] it's not tears [A] it's a mountain mist [E] that makes it hard
[B] to leave these hills [E] and snow.
Oh yeah, being around, [B] lent a hand [E] on the tunnels and dams [A] of the snowy mountains.
[E] [B] [E] [E] [F#m] [N]
I've got a bottle [B] of scotch and an old [E] guitar, a beat-up [A] butt, a mobile [E] car, a hankering
to [B] see an evening [E] star appear.
[B] [E] In the dying [B] light of the setting [E] sun, I'll think of [A] all the things I've [E] done, drink,
[B] strum, make a [E] tune appear.
[A] I'm gonna find a [E] mountain ash, [A] I'm gonna sit beneath that tree, [F#] drink the scotch with [B] dash
and make a melody.
[E] I've been [B] around, lent a [E] hand on the tunnels and [A] dams of the snowy land, [E] seen them [B] grow
and I guess I [E] love this place.
[B] [E] Well the time was good [B] but the time is gone [E] and the day has come [A] when I'm travelling [E] on
back to the [B] city, back to the [E] old rat race [A] as you drive out the [E] Alpine way.
[A] Think back to these years [F#] and I guess you'll [B] say we were pioneers.
[E] You recall when [B] Moses turned the tide, [E] pushed back the [A] waters to the other [E] side, saved his
[B] people many [E] years ago.
[B] [E] Well the men of the [B] mountains of the great [E] divide, they pushed the [A] waters to the other
side, [E] a miracle [B] to make the [E] green grass grow [A] and when it grows so [E] green and free.
[A] Think of the men from every [F#] land who made it [B] grow, now understand [E] I'm a rolling [B] stone,
ain't got no mass, [E] just an empty egg [A] and a sense of [E] loss and an empty [B] bottle shining
[E] beneath the moon.
[B] [E] Spirits are a [B]-flying round my head [E] of people I've [A] known and the things they've said, [E] ghosts
are a [B]-closing, I've gotta get [E] moving soon.
I'll leave an empty bottle [B] on Kraken back [E] and the telltale weave [A] of my crazy track,
[E] I've said goodbye [B] in the only way [E] I know.
I can't see much but [B] I must insist, [E] it's not tears [A] it's a mountain mist [E] that makes it hard
[B] to leave these hills [E] and snow.
Oh yeah, being around, [B] lent a hand [E] on the tunnels and dams [A] of the snowy mountains.
[E] [B] [E] [E] [F#m] [N]
Key:
E
B
A
F#
F#m
E
B
A
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_ I've got a bottle [B] of scotch and an old [E] guitar, a beat-up [A] butt, a mobile [E] car, a hankering
to [B] see an evening [E] star appear.
[B] _ [E] In the dying [B] light of the setting [E] sun, I'll think of [A] all the things I've [E] done, drink,
[B] strum, make a [E] tune appear.
_ [A] I'm gonna find a [E] mountain ash, _ [A] I'm gonna sit beneath that tree, [F#] drink the scotch with [B] dash
and make a melody.
[E] I've been [B] around, lent a [E] hand on the tunnels and [A] dams of the snowy land, [E] seen them [B] grow
and I guess I [E] love this place.
[B] _ [E] Well the time was good [B] but the time is gone [E] and the day has come [A] when I'm travelling [E] on
back to the [B] city, back to the [E] old rat race _ [A] as you drive out the [E] Alpine way.
_ _ [A] Think back to these years [F#] and I guess you'll [B] say we were pioneers.
[E] You recall when [B] Moses turned the tide, [E] pushed back the [A] waters to the other [E] side, saved his
[B] people many [E] years ago.
[B] _ [E] Well the men of the [B] mountains of the great [E] divide, they pushed the [A] waters to the other
side, [E] a miracle [B] to make the [E] green grass grow _ [A] and when it grows so [E] green and free.
_ _ [A] Think of the men from every [F#] land who made it [B] grow, now understand [E] I'm a rolling [B] stone,
ain't got no mass, [E] just an empty egg [A] and a sense of [E] loss and an empty [B] bottle shining
[E] beneath the moon.
[B] _ _ [E] Spirits are a [B]-flying round my head [E] of people I've [A] known and the things they've said, [E] ghosts
are a [B]-closing, I've gotta get [E] moving soon.
_ I'll leave an empty bottle [B] on Kraken back [E] and the telltale weave [A] of my crazy track,
[E] I've said goodbye [B] in the only way [E] I know. _
_ I can't see much but [B] I must insist, [E] it's not tears [A] it's a mountain mist [E] that makes it hard
[B] to leave these hills [E] and snow. _
Oh yeah, being around, [B] lent a hand [E] on the tunnels and dams [A] of the snowy mountains.
_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [N] _ _
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_ I've got a bottle [B] of scotch and an old [E] guitar, a beat-up [A] butt, a mobile [E] car, a hankering
to [B] see an evening [E] star appear.
[B] _ [E] In the dying [B] light of the setting [E] sun, I'll think of [A] all the things I've [E] done, drink,
[B] strum, make a [E] tune appear.
_ [A] I'm gonna find a [E] mountain ash, _ [A] I'm gonna sit beneath that tree, [F#] drink the scotch with [B] dash
and make a melody.
[E] I've been [B] around, lent a [E] hand on the tunnels and [A] dams of the snowy land, [E] seen them [B] grow
and I guess I [E] love this place.
[B] _ [E] Well the time was good [B] but the time is gone [E] and the day has come [A] when I'm travelling [E] on
back to the [B] city, back to the [E] old rat race _ [A] as you drive out the [E] Alpine way.
_ _ [A] Think back to these years [F#] and I guess you'll [B] say we were pioneers.
[E] You recall when [B] Moses turned the tide, [E] pushed back the [A] waters to the other [E] side, saved his
[B] people many [E] years ago.
[B] _ [E] Well the men of the [B] mountains of the great [E] divide, they pushed the [A] waters to the other
side, [E] a miracle [B] to make the [E] green grass grow _ [A] and when it grows so [E] green and free.
_ _ [A] Think of the men from every [F#] land who made it [B] grow, now understand [E] I'm a rolling [B] stone,
ain't got no mass, [E] just an empty egg [A] and a sense of [E] loss and an empty [B] bottle shining
[E] beneath the moon.
[B] _ _ [E] Spirits are a [B]-flying round my head [E] of people I've [A] known and the things they've said, [E] ghosts
are a [B]-closing, I've gotta get [E] moving soon.
_ I'll leave an empty bottle [B] on Kraken back [E] and the telltale weave [A] of my crazy track,
[E] I've said goodbye [B] in the only way [E] I know. _
_ I can't see much but [B] I must insist, [E] it's not tears [A] it's a mountain mist [E] that makes it hard
[B] to leave these hills [E] and snow. _
Oh yeah, being around, [B] lent a hand [E] on the tunnels and dams [A] of the snowy mountains.
_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [N] _ _
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