Chords for Tom Rush with Buskin & Batteau at WUMB's Capital Campaign Gala
Tempo:
102.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Dm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
I come from New Hampshire.
I'm a New Hampshire boy.
Live [G] free or die.
[Bm] Those are your choices.
Think fast.
[Dm] I'm [G]
still [D] upset about the old man in the mountain, you know, face fell off.
It's just, it's creepy.
It's creepy to outlive a geological feature.
I am older than the hills.
That one anyway.
[G] But New Hampshire, New Hampshire is New Hampshire.
They still go to the place, the parking lot, and they [N] get out of the car and they stand there and they look up at
where it used to be.
[G] [Am] [N] Very New Hampshire.
[B] [Em] In Concord, New [Dm] Hampshire, the
state hospital, [G] the state mental institution, is on Fruit Street.
[D]
It's a great place.
My [Dm] musical career actually [D] started at the at the Concord State Hospital.
My mother [G] donated me.
She was always giving stuff to the state hospital.
It was a family joke.
If you couldn't find something,
where's the dog?
Mom gave it to the state hospital.
And she gave me to the state hospital.
Somebody there was saying, you know,
we've got a lot of musicians in the inmate population.
Someone should form a band.
And mom's little eyes lit up.
My boy Tommy.
And next thing I know, I'm 16 years old.
I'm headed down to the hospital with my little cardboard guitar case to organize a band of [C] inmates.
And at that age, you don't know what's weird.
You don't.
You don't.
At that age, everything's weird and you just try to be cool.
But looking back on it, this was a profoundly strange experience.
It was partly because they were doing this thing at the time where they didn't believe in uniforms.
Uniforms were degrading to somebody.
So the doctors and the staff and the patients all just wore street clothes.
And you couldn't tell who was whom.
[Ab] [B] And you'd chat with people in the hallways and on the paths outside trying to figure out where they fit into the overall scheme of things.
[E] And you couldn't tell.
[Em] This was exacerbated by the fact that they had this kind of
closed, this revolving door thing going on where
patients would sometimes get better, but they'd have no place to go home to so they couldn't discharge them.
So they'd make them orderlies.
And meanwhile, the staff was overworked and stressed out and would sometimes become patients.
They had this [Bb] sort of hermetically sealed
mental health terrarium
[N] going on.
And it was in this context that I organized my first band.
And it probably doesn't mean a thing, but all the musicians, it's just chance,
I'm sure, but as chance would have it, all the musicians were in the forensics wing, the
criminally insane.
And I had an axe murderer on lead guitar,
an arsonist on drums.
[D]
Nobody knew what the bass player was in for because he never spoke.
Seldom played the same song as the rest of us.
But looking back on it,
they weren't that different
[Dm]
from other bands that [G] [D] I've
Thanks for coming, guys.
[G]
[D] [G] Way
[D] up north
by the ice-bound ocean, [C] I was born, [G] I [D] was born
way up north
in the Merrimack County.
[G] That's my home.
[D] That's my home.
[G]
[D] [Dm]
[G] [D] When I was younger and in my school,
I [G] walked the mountains made [D] of stone.
The distant sang about tomorrow.
I [G] did wish I was grown [D] and gone.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] As I grew, indeed, I ran
out [G] along the open [D] road.
There I learned the rainbow's sun.
It's truly [G] sad.
That's a sign [D] of the storm.
[Cm] [G]
[D] [G]
[D]
And I'm old.
My dreams, they want far [G] away.
[D] And yesterday
I'm going home
to the Merrimack County
to [G] find the grass.
[D] That hides my grief.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
So let the birds fly down the valley.
You let the [C] [G] stones roam on [D] the sea.
I was born
to the rainbow's circle.
[C] Stony [G] Mountain, [D] that's home to me.
Stony [C] Mountain, [G] that's home [D] to me.
[C] [G] Stony Mountain, that's home [D] to me.
[Dm] [G]
[D]
[N] Mr.
David Buskin, Robin Bateau.
Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much.
I come from New Hampshire.
I'm a New Hampshire boy.
Live [G] free or die.
[Bm] Those are your choices.
Think fast.
[Dm] I'm [G]
still [D] upset about the old man in the mountain, you know, face fell off.
It's just, it's creepy.
It's creepy to outlive a geological feature.
I am older than the hills.
That one anyway.
[G] But New Hampshire, New Hampshire is New Hampshire.
They still go to the place, the parking lot, and they [N] get out of the car and they stand there and they look up at
where it used to be.
[G] [Am] [N] Very New Hampshire.
[B] [Em] In Concord, New [Dm] Hampshire, the
state hospital, [G] the state mental institution, is on Fruit Street.
[D]
It's a great place.
My [Dm] musical career actually [D] started at the at the Concord State Hospital.
My mother [G] donated me.
She was always giving stuff to the state hospital.
It was a family joke.
If you couldn't find something,
where's the dog?
Mom gave it to the state hospital.
And she gave me to the state hospital.
Somebody there was saying, you know,
we've got a lot of musicians in the inmate population.
Someone should form a band.
And mom's little eyes lit up.
My boy Tommy.
And next thing I know, I'm 16 years old.
I'm headed down to the hospital with my little cardboard guitar case to organize a band of [C] inmates.
And at that age, you don't know what's weird.
You don't.
You don't.
At that age, everything's weird and you just try to be cool.
But looking back on it, this was a profoundly strange experience.
It was partly because they were doing this thing at the time where they didn't believe in uniforms.
Uniforms were degrading to somebody.
So the doctors and the staff and the patients all just wore street clothes.
And you couldn't tell who was whom.
[Ab] [B] And you'd chat with people in the hallways and on the paths outside trying to figure out where they fit into the overall scheme of things.
[E] And you couldn't tell.
[Em] This was exacerbated by the fact that they had this kind of
closed, this revolving door thing going on where
patients would sometimes get better, but they'd have no place to go home to so they couldn't discharge them.
So they'd make them orderlies.
And meanwhile, the staff was overworked and stressed out and would sometimes become patients.
They had this [Bb] sort of hermetically sealed
mental health terrarium
[N] going on.
And it was in this context that I organized my first band.
And it probably doesn't mean a thing, but all the musicians, it's just chance,
I'm sure, but as chance would have it, all the musicians were in the forensics wing, the
criminally insane.
And I had an axe murderer on lead guitar,
an arsonist on drums.
[D]
Nobody knew what the bass player was in for because he never spoke.
Seldom played the same song as the rest of us.
But looking back on it,
they weren't that different
[Dm]
from other bands that [G] [D] I've
Thanks for coming, guys.
[G]
[D] [G] Way
[D] up north
by the ice-bound ocean, [C] I was born, [G] I [D] was born
way up north
in the Merrimack County.
[G] That's my home.
[D] That's my home.
[G]
[D] [Dm]
[G] [D] When I was younger and in my school,
I [G] walked the mountains made [D] of stone.
The distant sang about tomorrow.
I [G] did wish I was grown [D] and gone.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] As I grew, indeed, I ran
out [G] along the open [D] road.
There I learned the rainbow's sun.
It's truly [G] sad.
That's a sign [D] of the storm.
[Cm] [G]
[D] [G]
[D]
And I'm old.
My dreams, they want far [G] away.
[D] And yesterday
I'm going home
to the Merrimack County
to [G] find the grass.
[D] That hides my grief.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
So let the birds fly down the valley.
You let the [C] [G] stones roam on [D] the sea.
I was born
to the rainbow's circle.
[C] Stony [G] Mountain, [D] that's home to me.
Stony [C] Mountain, [G] that's home [D] to me.
[C] [G] Stony Mountain, that's home [D] to me.
[Dm] [G]
[D]
[N] Mr.
David Buskin, Robin Bateau.
Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much.
Key:
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Dm
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D
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I come from New Hampshire.
I'm a New Hampshire boy. _ _ _ _
_ Live [G] free or die.
_ [Bm] Those are your choices.
Think fast.
[Dm] _ _ I'm [G] _ _
_ _ still [D] upset about the old man in the mountain, you know, face fell off.
_ _ It's just, it's creepy.
_ It's creepy to outlive a geological feature.
_ _ _ _ _ I am older than the hills.
_ _ That one anyway.
_ [G] _ _ But New Hampshire, New Hampshire is New Hampshire.
They still go to the place, the parking lot, and they [N] get out of the car and they stand there and they look up at
where it used to be. _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [N] Very New Hampshire.
_ _ _ [B] _ [Em] In Concord, New [Dm] Hampshire, the
_ state hospital, [G] the state mental institution, is on Fruit Street.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ It's a great place.
_ _ My [Dm] musical career actually [D] started at the at the Concord State Hospital.
My _ mother [G] donated me.
_ She was always giving stuff to the state hospital.
It was a family joke.
If you couldn't find something,
where's the dog?
Mom gave it to the state hospital.
_ And she gave me to the state hospital.
Somebody there was saying, you know,
we've got a lot of musicians in the inmate population.
Someone should form a band.
And mom's little eyes lit up.
My boy Tommy.
And next thing I know, I'm 16 years old.
I'm headed down to the hospital with my little cardboard guitar case to organize a band of [C] inmates.
_ _ And at that age, you don't know what's weird.
You don't.
You don't.
At that age, everything's weird and you just try to be cool.
_ But looking back on it, this was a profoundly strange experience.
It was partly because they were doing this thing at the time where they didn't believe in uniforms.
_ _ Uniforms were degrading to somebody.
So the doctors and the staff and the patients all just wore street clothes.
_ And you couldn't tell who was whom.
[Ab] [B] And you'd chat with people in the hallways and on the paths outside trying to figure out where they fit into the overall scheme of things.
[E] And you couldn't tell.
_ _ [Em] This was exacerbated by the fact that they had this kind of
closed, this revolving door thing going on where
patients would sometimes get better, but they'd have no place to go home to so they couldn't discharge them.
So they'd make them orderlies. _
_ And meanwhile, the staff was overworked and stressed out and would sometimes become patients.
_ _ _ They had this [Bb] sort of hermetically sealed
mental health terrarium
_ [N] going _ _ on.
And it was in this context that I organized my first band. _ _
And it probably doesn't mean a thing, but all the musicians, it's just chance,
I'm sure, but as chance would have it, all the musicians were in the forensics wing, the
criminally insane.
And I had an axe murderer on lead guitar,
_ _ an arsonist on drums.
[D] _
Nobody knew what the bass player was in for because he never spoke. _
Seldom played the same song as the rest of us.
_ But looking back on it,
_ _ they weren't that different
[Dm] _
_ _ from other bands that [G] [D] I've_
Thanks for coming, guys.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] Way _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ up north
by the ice-bound ocean, [C] I was born, [G] I [D] was born
way up north
in the Merrimack County.
_ [G] That's my home.
_ [D] That's my home.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ When I was younger and in my school,
I [G] walked the mountains made [D] of stone.
The distant sang about tomorrow.
_ I [G] did wish I was grown [D] and gone.
_ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ As I grew, _ indeed, I ran
_ out [G] along the open [D] road.
There I learned the rainbow's sun.
It's truly [G] sad.
That's a sign [D] of the storm.
_ _ [Cm] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
And I'm old.
My dreams, they want far [G] away.
_ [D] And yesterday _
I'm going home
to the Merrimack County
to [G] find the grass.
[D] That hides my grief.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
So let the birds fly down the valley. _
You let the [C] [G] stones roam on [D] the sea. _
I was born
to the rainbow's circle.
[C] Stony [G] Mountain, [D] that's home to me. _
Stony [C] Mountain, [G] _ that's home [D] to me. _
_ _ [C] [G] Stony Mountain, that's home [D] to me.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ Mr.
David Buskin, _ Robin Bateau. _
Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I come from New Hampshire.
I'm a New Hampshire boy. _ _ _ _
_ Live [G] free or die.
_ [Bm] Those are your choices.
Think fast.
[Dm] _ _ I'm [G] _ _
_ _ still [D] upset about the old man in the mountain, you know, face fell off.
_ _ It's just, it's creepy.
_ It's creepy to outlive a geological feature.
_ _ _ _ _ I am older than the hills.
_ _ That one anyway.
_ [G] _ _ But New Hampshire, New Hampshire is New Hampshire.
They still go to the place, the parking lot, and they [N] get out of the car and they stand there and they look up at
where it used to be. _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [N] Very New Hampshire.
_ _ _ [B] _ [Em] In Concord, New [Dm] Hampshire, the
_ state hospital, [G] the state mental institution, is on Fruit Street.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ It's a great place.
_ _ My [Dm] musical career actually [D] started at the at the Concord State Hospital.
My _ mother [G] donated me.
_ She was always giving stuff to the state hospital.
It was a family joke.
If you couldn't find something,
where's the dog?
Mom gave it to the state hospital.
_ And she gave me to the state hospital.
Somebody there was saying, you know,
we've got a lot of musicians in the inmate population.
Someone should form a band.
And mom's little eyes lit up.
My boy Tommy.
And next thing I know, I'm 16 years old.
I'm headed down to the hospital with my little cardboard guitar case to organize a band of [C] inmates.
_ _ And at that age, you don't know what's weird.
You don't.
You don't.
At that age, everything's weird and you just try to be cool.
_ But looking back on it, this was a profoundly strange experience.
It was partly because they were doing this thing at the time where they didn't believe in uniforms.
_ _ Uniforms were degrading to somebody.
So the doctors and the staff and the patients all just wore street clothes.
_ And you couldn't tell who was whom.
[Ab] [B] And you'd chat with people in the hallways and on the paths outside trying to figure out where they fit into the overall scheme of things.
[E] And you couldn't tell.
_ _ [Em] This was exacerbated by the fact that they had this kind of
closed, this revolving door thing going on where
patients would sometimes get better, but they'd have no place to go home to so they couldn't discharge them.
So they'd make them orderlies. _
_ And meanwhile, the staff was overworked and stressed out and would sometimes become patients.
_ _ _ They had this [Bb] sort of hermetically sealed
mental health terrarium
_ [N] going _ _ on.
And it was in this context that I organized my first band. _ _
And it probably doesn't mean a thing, but all the musicians, it's just chance,
I'm sure, but as chance would have it, all the musicians were in the forensics wing, the
criminally insane.
And I had an axe murderer on lead guitar,
_ _ an arsonist on drums.
[D] _
Nobody knew what the bass player was in for because he never spoke. _
Seldom played the same song as the rest of us.
_ But looking back on it,
_ _ they weren't that different
[Dm] _
_ _ from other bands that [G] [D] I've_
Thanks for coming, guys.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] Way _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ up north
by the ice-bound ocean, [C] I was born, [G] I [D] was born
way up north
in the Merrimack County.
_ [G] That's my home.
_ [D] That's my home.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ When I was younger and in my school,
I [G] walked the mountains made [D] of stone.
The distant sang about tomorrow.
_ I [G] did wish I was grown [D] and gone.
_ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ As I grew, _ indeed, I ran
_ out [G] along the open [D] road.
There I learned the rainbow's sun.
It's truly [G] sad.
That's a sign [D] of the storm.
_ _ [Cm] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
And I'm old.
My dreams, they want far [G] away.
_ [D] And yesterday _
I'm going home
to the Merrimack County
to [G] find the grass.
[D] That hides my grief.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
So let the birds fly down the valley. _
You let the [C] [G] stones roam on [D] the sea. _
I was born
to the rainbow's circle.
[C] Stony [G] Mountain, [D] that's home to me. _
Stony [C] Mountain, [G] _ that's home [D] to me. _
_ _ [C] [G] Stony Mountain, that's home [D] to me.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ Mr.
David Buskin, _ Robin Bateau. _
Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _