The Son Of Clayton Delaney Chords by Tom T. Hall
Tempo:
92.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
On 4th Street in Louisville in [A] 1978, [E]
stranded in a honky-tonk somewhere [B] between days.
There was a little [E] band playing [A] as I sip [E] my beer, but I never thought that [B] I'd hear what I'd hear.
There was a young man picking [A] electric [E] guitar, smoking and a-sniffing, learning how to be a [B] star.
He had a big blue bandana [A] tied [E] around his head, a laid-back bass [B] and a drummer [E] named Red.
Well his hair was cut long in [A] the fashion of the time, sandpaper bocal but he milked [B] every line.
His [E] fingers like lightning [A] on the guitar [E] that he played, he did lay down [B] Sally and Hank didn't do [E] it this way.
Well [A] [E]
[Bm] [B]
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [E]
I sat there and listened for over an hour, and the closest thing to country was a rockin' [B] wildwood flower.
[E] And I got that [A] feeling that I had been there [E] before, but I knew [B] I had never been through [E] that door.
Well the jukebox [Em] was turned on [A] and the band took [E] a break, I made my way up front to out in [Bm] shape.
I [E] said, son I like your music [A] and I kinda like your [E] style, but it seemed [B] to me that I had [E] seen that smile.
Well he stood there for a moment and he [A] laughed and he slapped [E] his knee.
He said, you are one man I [B] wanted to see.
[E] He said, I know you, [A] you storytelling son [Em] of a gun, [E] and you know [B] me, I'm Clayton [E] Delaney's son.
stranded in a honky-tonk somewhere [B] between days.
There was a little [E] band playing [A] as I sip [E] my beer, but I never thought that [B] I'd hear what I'd hear.
There was a young man picking [A] electric [E] guitar, smoking and a-sniffing, learning how to be a [B] star.
He had a big blue bandana [A] tied [E] around his head, a laid-back bass [B] and a drummer [E] named Red.
Well his hair was cut long in [A] the fashion of the time, sandpaper bocal but he milked [B] every line.
His [E] fingers like lightning [A] on the guitar [E] that he played, he did lay down [B] Sally and Hank didn't do [E] it this way.
Well [A] [E]
[Bm] [B]
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [E]
I sat there and listened for over an hour, and the closest thing to country was a rockin' [B] wildwood flower.
[E] And I got that [A] feeling that I had been there [E] before, but I knew [B] I had never been through [E] that door.
Well the jukebox [Em] was turned on [A] and the band took [E] a break, I made my way up front to out in [Bm] shape.
I [E] said, son I like your music [A] and I kinda like your [E] style, but it seemed [B] to me that I had [E] seen that smile.
Well he stood there for a moment and he [A] laughed and he slapped [E] his knee.
He said, you are one man I [B] wanted to see.
[E] He said, I know you, [A] you storytelling son [Em] of a gun, [E] and you know [B] me, I'm Clayton [E] Delaney's son.
Key:
E
A
B
Bm
Em
E
A
B
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On 4th Street in Louisville in [A] 1978, [E] _
stranded in a honky-tonk somewhere [B] between days. _
There was a little [E] band playing [A] as I sip [E] my beer, but I never thought that [B] I'd hear what I'd hear.
There was a young man picking [A] electric [E] guitar, smoking and a-sniffing, learning how to be a [B] star. _
He had a big blue bandana [A] tied [E] around his head, a laid-back bass [B] and a drummer [E] named Red.
Well his hair was cut long in [A] the fashion of the time, _ sandpaper bocal but he milked [B] every line.
His [E] fingers like lightning [A] on the guitar [E] that he played, he did lay down [B] Sally and Hank didn't do [E] it this way.
Well _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
I sat there and listened for over an hour, and the closest thing to country was a rockin' [B] wildwood flower.
_ [E] And I got that [A] feeling that I had been there [E] before, but I knew [B] I had never been through [E] that door.
Well the jukebox [Em] was turned on [A] and the band took [E] a break, I made my way up front to out in [Bm] shape.
I [E] said, son I like your music [A] and I kinda like your [E] style, but it seemed [B] to me that I had [E] seen that smile.
Well he stood there for a moment and he [A] laughed and he slapped [E] his knee.
He said, you are one man I [B] wanted to see.
_ [E] He said, I know you, [A] you storytelling son [Em] of a gun, [E] and you know [B] me, I'm Clayton [E] Delaney's son.
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On 4th Street in Louisville in [A] 1978, [E] _
stranded in a honky-tonk somewhere [B] between days. _
There was a little [E] band playing [A] as I sip [E] my beer, but I never thought that [B] I'd hear what I'd hear.
There was a young man picking [A] electric [E] guitar, smoking and a-sniffing, learning how to be a [B] star. _
He had a big blue bandana [A] tied [E] around his head, a laid-back bass [B] and a drummer [E] named Red.
Well his hair was cut long in [A] the fashion of the time, _ sandpaper bocal but he milked [B] every line.
His [E] fingers like lightning [A] on the guitar [E] that he played, he did lay down [B] Sally and Hank didn't do [E] it this way.
Well _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
I sat there and listened for over an hour, and the closest thing to country was a rockin' [B] wildwood flower.
_ [E] And I got that [A] feeling that I had been there [E] before, but I knew [B] I had never been through [E] that door.
Well the jukebox [Em] was turned on [A] and the band took [E] a break, I made my way up front to out in [Bm] shape.
I [E] said, son I like your music [A] and I kinda like your [E] style, but it seemed [B] to me that I had [E] seen that smile.
Well he stood there for a moment and he [A] laughed and he slapped [E] his knee.
He said, you are one man I [B] wanted to see.
_ [E] He said, I know you, [A] you storytelling son [Em] of a gun, [E] and you know [B] me, I'm Clayton [E] Delaney's son.
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