Chords for The Steel Woods - Rock That Says My Name [Acoustic]
Tempo:
159.05 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
A
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] One, two, [G] three.
[E] [Bm]
[D]
[A]
[Em] [A] [G] [Em]
[G]
[E] [G]
[D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
I talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones.
[A] [Am]
Imagining they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em]
I pick up the broken flowers, [G] sometimes I dig a hole
[Am] to welcome in the new ones and introduce them to the [E]
[Em] old.
[G] [Em]
[G] [D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em]
I can use a chisel, [D] and a polisher to sand.
[Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under a [Em] name.
I'll put on my suit, [G]
make sure [D] my tie's straight.
Lend [Am] a hand to the mourn, sending loved ones on [Em] their way.
Well, [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] you know where I'll [Am] go.
There I'll live forever on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[F#m] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain.
[A] Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] [E]
[Em] [G]
[D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
I heard on high school [D] in 1968, [Am] my wife and I picked out a spot right up by [Em] the gate.
It ain't much, but every morning [D] the [G] sun shines on [D] that ground.
[Am] One of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm laying [Em]
down.
[G] Well, I ain't afraid of dying, [Am]
you know where I'll go.
There I'll live forever on the streets [Em] made of gold.
[G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[D] [G]
[Am]
[Em]
[G]
[Am]
[Em]
Oh, [D] born in Alabama, [Am] June 1, 1954,
grow [Em] the dirt on top of me, sow [G] the seed, let it [C] grow.
[G] Well, [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] you know where I'll go.
There I'll live forever [A] on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[B] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
[Am] Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] Someday when I'm
[Am] old, you'll do the same.
Stop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] [Em]
[G] [D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
[E] [Bm]
[D]
[A]
[Em] [A] [G] [Em]
[G]
[E] [G]
[D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
I talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones.
[A] [Am]
Imagining they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em]
I pick up the broken flowers, [G] sometimes I dig a hole
[Am] to welcome in the new ones and introduce them to the [E]
[Em] old.
[G] [Em]
[G] [D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em]
I can use a chisel, [D] and a polisher to sand.
[Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under a [Em] name.
I'll put on my suit, [G]
make sure [D] my tie's straight.
Lend [Am] a hand to the mourn, sending loved ones on [Em] their way.
Well, [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] you know where I'll [Am] go.
There I'll live forever on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[F#m] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain.
[A] Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] [E]
[Em] [G]
[D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
I heard on high school [D] in 1968, [Am] my wife and I picked out a spot right up by [Em] the gate.
It ain't much, but every morning [D] the [G] sun shines on [D] that ground.
[Am] One of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm laying [Em]
down.
[G] Well, I ain't afraid of dying, [Am]
you know where I'll go.
There I'll live forever on the streets [Em] made of gold.
[G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[D] [G]
[Am]
[Em]
[G]
[Am]
[Em]
Oh, [D] born in Alabama, [Am] June 1, 1954,
grow [Em] the dirt on top of me, sow [G] the seed, let it [C] grow.
[G] Well, [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] you know where I'll go.
There I'll live forever [A] on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[B] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
[Am] Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] Someday when I'm
[Am] old, you'll do the same.
Stop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[G] [Em]
[G] [D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[D]
[A]
[Em] [A]
[G] [Em]
Key:
Em
G
A
Am
D
Em
G
A
[E] _ One, two, [G] three. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I talk to the people [G] _ that lie beneath these stones.
_ [A] _ _ [Am]
Imagining they listen makes me feel less [E] _ alone.
[Em] _ _ _ _
I pick up the broken flowers, _ [G] sometimes I dig a hole _
_ [Am] to welcome in the new ones and introduce them to the [E] _
[Em] old.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I can use a chisel, _ [D] and a polisher to sand.
_ _ _ [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under a [Em] name. _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll put on my suit, [G]
make sure [D] my tie's straight.
Lend [Am] a hand to the mourn, sending loved ones on [Em] their _ _ way.
_ Well, [G] I ain't afraid of dying, _ [A] you know where I'll [Am] go.
_ _ There I'll live _ _ forever on the streets made of [Em] _ gold. _ _ _
[F#m] _ [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me _ complain.
_ [A] _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my _ name.
_ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I heard on high school [D] in _ 1968, _ _ _ [Am] my wife and I picked out a spot right up by [Em] the gate. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It ain't much, but every morning [D] the [G] sun shines on [D] that ground.
_ [Am] One of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm laying [Em] _
down.
_ _ _ [G] Well, I ain't afraid of dying, _ [Am]
you know where I'll _ go.
There I'll live forever on the streets [Em] made of _ gold. _
_ _ [G] _ Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
_ _ _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says [Em] my _ _ _ name. _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, [D] _ born in _ Alabama, _ [Am] June 1, _ 1954,
grow [Em] the dirt on top of me, sow [G] the seed, let it [C] grow. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] you know _ where _ _ _ I'll go.
There I'll live forever [A] on the streets made of [Em] _ gold. _
_ [B] _ [G] _ Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
[Am] _ _ _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Someday when I'm _ _
_ [Am] old, you'll do the same.
Stop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I talk to the people [G] _ that lie beneath these stones.
_ [A] _ _ [Am]
Imagining they listen makes me feel less [E] _ alone.
[Em] _ _ _ _
I pick up the broken flowers, _ [G] sometimes I dig a hole _
_ [Am] to welcome in the new ones and introduce them to the [E] _
[Em] old.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I can use a chisel, _ [D] and a polisher to sand.
_ _ _ [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under a [Em] name. _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll put on my suit, [G]
make sure [D] my tie's straight.
Lend [Am] a hand to the mourn, sending loved ones on [Em] their _ _ way.
_ Well, [G] I ain't afraid of dying, _ [A] you know where I'll [Am] go.
_ _ There I'll live _ _ forever on the streets made of [Em] _ gold. _ _ _
[F#m] _ [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me _ complain.
_ [A] _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my _ name.
_ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I heard on high school [D] in _ 1968, _ _ _ [Am] my wife and I picked out a spot right up by [Em] the gate. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It ain't much, but every morning [D] the [G] sun shines on [D] that ground.
_ [Am] One of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm laying [Em] _
down.
_ _ _ [G] Well, I ain't afraid of dying, _ [Am]
you know where I'll _ go.
There I'll live forever on the streets [Em] made of _ gold. _
_ _ [G] _ Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
_ _ _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says [Em] my _ _ _ name. _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, [D] _ born in _ Alabama, _ [Am] June 1, _ 1954,
grow [Em] the dirt on top of me, sow [G] the seed, let it [C] grow. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Well, [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] you know _ where _ _ _ I'll go.
There I'll live forever [A] on the streets made of [Em] _ gold. _
_ [B] _ [G] _ Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me complain.
[Am] _ _ _ Every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Someday when I'm _ _
_ [Am] old, you'll do the same.
Stop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _