Chords for Tom T. Hall (with Jimmy Martin) - Jimmy Martin's Life Story
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
Yeah, when you're telling a story, you have [Bbm] to make sure everybody knows what you're [A] talking about.
If you don't watch, between me and you, I hate to say this, but that record's real [Em] solid [A] right there with that rhythm and stuff.
[Em] We [A] can pick.
Huh?
[E]
We can pick pretty good.
[Em] Yeah.
You're [D] a professional, but I [A] can pick with you.
[Ab] And you're going to [A] go
Yeah.
And then do your talking.
[Db] And then do your talking, and [A] then I'll do the same.
[Bb] You rolling?
We're [B] rolling.
[A]
You know, one day, me and Tom T.
Hall and Miss Dixie was sitting around my home.
Tom T.
decided he'd start writing a story about me.
And all three of us sit there, and this is what we wrote.
And Tom T.'s. going to sing it for you. In 1927, [Dm] with the hard times on the [A] land, he was [Am] born in [E] Sneedville, Tennessee. [Am] In his heart there was [D] song, and it didn't take him [A] long to figure [E] what he wanted [A] to be. His stepfather [Dm] said, you can sing [A] in the church and sing at the funeral [E] too, but don't [A] sing them songs [D] of the people [A] gone wrong. Don't sing the heart-drank in blue. His life [D] story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. Now listen [A] up real [D] close, and you'll hear the songs he [A] wrote. You'll hear him. He sold his possum hide for a quarter or more to buy strings for his old [E] guitar. [A] Strings cost a dime, he [D] bought them one at a [A] time. He [E] hoped they would make him a [A] star. Got a job slinging paint in the city of White. He sung all the time [E] while he worked. [A] They fired him one [D] day for his singing, they'd [A] say. They never knew how much it hurt. His [D] life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. Now listen up [A] real close, [D] and you'll hear [Am] the songs he [A] wrote. Your lady ain't no mule. So he took his guitar [D] down to Nashville one [A] night. Walked up to [E] Mr. Monroe. [A] He said, I'm the [D] man who can work in your [A] band. Matched him right there, note for note. Well, he stayed there for a [D] while, then went out on his own. [Am] They said, Jimmy, [E] you'll starve to death. [A] He said, wait and [D] see, and the rest is history. [A] He proved [E] he was [A] one of the best. [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. Now listen up [A] real close, and you'll hear the words he wrote. Your lady ain't no mule. Well, people ask him [D] why he's not on the opera [A] show. Ain't good enough is what he'll [E] laugh and say. [A] But the song that he's sung [D] and the work that he's [A] done, it's in the book that can't take that away. [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. [A] Now listen up real close, and you'll hear the songs he wrote. Your lady [Am] ain't no mule. [A] Was that better? [Em] I think we're both in the mic better. Was that better? Huh? Good, good. They say it's better. If it gets any better, we can't stand it.
Yeah, when you're telling a story, you have [Bbm] to make sure everybody knows what you're [A] talking about.
If you don't watch, between me and you, I hate to say this, but that record's real [Em] solid [A] right there with that rhythm and stuff.
[Em] We [A] can pick.
Huh?
[E]
We can pick pretty good.
[Em] Yeah.
You're [D] a professional, but I [A] can pick with you.
[Ab] And you're going to [A] go
Yeah.
And then do your talking.
[Db] And then do your talking, and [A] then I'll do the same.
[Bb] You rolling?
We're [B] rolling.
[A]
You know, one day, me and Tom T.
Hall and Miss Dixie was sitting around my home.
Tom T.
decided he'd start writing a story about me.
And all three of us sit there, and this is what we wrote.
And Tom T.'s. going to sing it for you. In 1927, [Dm] with the hard times on the [A] land, he was [Am] born in [E] Sneedville, Tennessee. [Am] In his heart there was [D] song, and it didn't take him [A] long to figure [E] what he wanted [A] to be. His stepfather [Dm] said, you can sing [A] in the church and sing at the funeral [E] too, but don't [A] sing them songs [D] of the people [A] gone wrong. Don't sing the heart-drank in blue. His life [D] story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. Now listen [A] up real [D] close, and you'll hear the songs he [A] wrote. You'll hear him. He sold his possum hide for a quarter or more to buy strings for his old [E] guitar. [A] Strings cost a dime, he [D] bought them one at a [A] time. He [E] hoped they would make him a [A] star. Got a job slinging paint in the city of White. He sung all the time [E] while he worked. [A] They fired him one [D] day for his singing, they'd [A] say. They never knew how much it hurt. His [D] life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. Now listen up [A] real close, [D] and you'll hear [Am] the songs he [A] wrote. Your lady ain't no mule. So he took his guitar [D] down to Nashville one [A] night. Walked up to [E] Mr. Monroe. [A] He said, I'm the [D] man who can work in your [A] band. Matched him right there, note for note. Well, he stayed there for a [D] while, then went out on his own. [Am] They said, Jimmy, [E] you'll starve to death. [A] He said, wait and [D] see, and the rest is history. [A] He proved [E] he was [A] one of the best. [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. Now listen up [A] real close, and you'll hear the words he wrote. Your lady ain't no mule. Well, people ask him [D] why he's not on the opera [A] show. Ain't good enough is what he'll [E] laugh and say. [A] But the song that he's sung [D] and the work that he's [A] done, it's in the book that can't take that away. [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. [A] Now listen up real close, and you'll hear the songs he wrote. Your lady [Am] ain't no mule. [A] Was that better? [Em] I think we're both in the mic better. Was that better? Huh? Good, good. They say it's better. If it gets any better, we can't stand it.
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, when you're telling a story, you have [Bbm] to make sure everybody knows what you're [A] talking about.
If you don't watch, between me and you, I hate to say this, but that record's real [Em] solid [A] right there with that rhythm and stuff. _ _
[Em] _ We [A] can pick.
Huh?
_ [E]
We can pick pretty good.
_ [Em] Yeah.
You're [D] a professional, but I [A] can pick with you. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] And you're going to [A] go_
Yeah.
_ And then do your talking.
_ _ _ _ [Db] And then do your talking, and [A] then I'll do the same.
_ _ _ [Bb] You rolling?
We're [B] rolling.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You know, one day, me and Tom T.
Hall and Miss Dixie _ was sitting around my home.
Tom T.
decided he'd start writing a story about me.
_ And all three of us sit there, and this is what we wrote.
_ And Tom T.'s. going to sing it for you. _ _ _ _ In _ 1927, [Dm] with the hard times on the [A] land, _ _ he was [Am] born in [E] Sneedville, Tennessee. _ _ [Am] In his heart there was [D] song, and it didn't take him [A] long to figure [E] what he wanted [A] to be. _ His stepfather [Dm] said, you can sing [A] in the church and sing at the funeral [E] too, _ but don't [A] sing them songs [D] of the people [A] gone wrong. Don't sing the heart-drank in blue. _ His life [D] story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. _ Now listen [A] up real [D] close, and you'll hear the songs he [A] wrote. _ _ You'll hear him. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He sold his possum hide for a quarter or more to buy strings for his old [E] guitar. _ _ [A] _ Strings cost a dime, he [D] bought them one at a [A] time. He [E] hoped they would make him a [A] star. _ _ _ _ Got a job slinging paint in the city of White. He sung all the time [E] while he worked. _ [A] They fired him one [D] day for his singing, they'd [A] say. They never knew how much it hurt. _ His [D] life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ _ We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. _ Now listen up [A] real close, [D] and you'll hear [Am] the songs he [A] wrote. _ Your lady ain't no mule. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ So he took his guitar [D] down to Nashville one [A] night. Walked up to [E] Mr. Monroe. _ _ [A] He said, I'm the [D] man who can work in your [A] band. Matched him right there, note for note. _ _ _ Well, he stayed there for a [D] while, then went out on his own. [Am] They said, Jimmy, [E] you'll starve to death. _ [A] He said, wait and [D] see, and the rest is history. [A] He proved [E] he was [A] one of the best. _ [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ _ We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. _ Now listen up [A] real close, and you'll hear the words he wrote. _ Your lady _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ain't _ _ no mule. Well, people ask him [D] why he's not on the opera [A] show. Ain't good enough is what he'll [E] laugh and say. _ [A] But the song that he's sung [D] and the work that he's [A] done, it's in the book that can't take that away. _ [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. [A] Now listen up real close, and you'll hear the songs he wrote. _ _ Your lady _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ ain't no mule. _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Was that better? _ [Em] _ _ I think we're both in the mic better. _ _ Was that better? _ _ Huh? _ Good, good. They say it's better. _ _ If it gets any better, we can't stand it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, when you're telling a story, you have [Bbm] to make sure everybody knows what you're [A] talking about.
If you don't watch, between me and you, I hate to say this, but that record's real [Em] solid [A] right there with that rhythm and stuff. _ _
[Em] _ We [A] can pick.
Huh?
_ [E]
We can pick pretty good.
_ [Em] Yeah.
You're [D] a professional, but I [A] can pick with you. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] And you're going to [A] go_
Yeah.
_ And then do your talking.
_ _ _ _ [Db] And then do your talking, and [A] then I'll do the same.
_ _ _ [Bb] You rolling?
We're [B] rolling.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You know, one day, me and Tom T.
Hall and Miss Dixie _ was sitting around my home.
Tom T.
decided he'd start writing a story about me.
_ And all three of us sit there, and this is what we wrote.
_ And Tom T.'s. going to sing it for you. _ _ _ _ In _ 1927, [Dm] with the hard times on the [A] land, _ _ he was [Am] born in [E] Sneedville, Tennessee. _ _ [Am] In his heart there was [D] song, and it didn't take him [A] long to figure [E] what he wanted [A] to be. _ His stepfather [Dm] said, you can sing [A] in the church and sing at the funeral [E] too, _ but don't [A] sing them songs [D] of the people [A] gone wrong. Don't sing the heart-drank in blue. _ His life [D] story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. _ Now listen [A] up real [D] close, and you'll hear the songs he [A] wrote. _ _ You'll hear him. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He sold his possum hide for a quarter or more to buy strings for his old [E] guitar. _ _ [A] _ Strings cost a dime, he [D] bought them one at a [A] time. He [E] hoped they would make him a [A] star. _ _ _ _ Got a job slinging paint in the city of White. He sung all the time [E] while he worked. _ [A] They fired him one [D] day for his singing, they'd [A] say. They never knew how much it hurt. _ His [D] life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ _ We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. _ Now listen up [A] real close, [D] and you'll hear [Am] the songs he [A] wrote. _ Your lady ain't no mule. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ So he took his guitar [D] down to Nashville one [A] night. Walked up to [E] Mr. Monroe. _ _ [A] He said, I'm the [D] man who can work in your [A] band. Matched him right there, note for note. _ _ _ Well, he stayed there for a [D] while, then went out on his own. [Am] They said, Jimmy, [E] you'll starve to death. _ [A] He said, wait and [D] see, and the rest is history. [A] He proved [E] he was [A] one of the best. _ [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ _ We've got to learn to be all [E] we can be. _ Now listen up [A] real close, and you'll hear the words he wrote. _ Your lady _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ain't _ _ no mule. Well, people ask him [D] why he's not on the opera [A] show. Ain't good enough is what he'll [E] laugh and say. _ [A] But the song that he's sung [D] and the work that he's [A] done, it's in the book that can't take that away. _ [D] His life story ain't no different [A] than our own. _ We've got to learn to be [E] all we can be. [A] Now listen up real close, and you'll hear the songs he wrote. _ _ Your lady _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ ain't no mule. _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Was that better? _ [Em] _ _ I think we're both in the mic better. _ _ Was that better? _ _ Huh? _ Good, good. They say it's better. _ _ If it gets any better, we can't stand it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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