Chords for Tommy Faile...Brown Mountain Lights
Tempo:
110.7 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
A
Fm
Eb
Gbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Way out on old Linville [Fm] Mountain, where the Bear and the Catamount [Ab] range,
there a strange ghostly light [Ab] can be seen every night,
which no [Db] scientist or hunter [Ab] can explain.
[F] [Fm]
In the mountains of North Carolina near [G] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon called the [Eb] Brown Mountain Lights.
[F] On a clear night, these lights will appear and move about in a ghost-like [Bbm] manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[Eb] These lights have been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to this day, [Ab] no one can explain their mystery.
[Dbm] Even scientists who come from various parts of the world can offer no solution.
[Eb] Uncle Faith Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, [Ab] used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true [F] as any other tale ever told, [Bbm] about [Eb] the legend of [Ab] the Brown Mountain Lights.
In the days of the old covered wagon, when [Fm] they camped on the flat for [Ab] the night,
with [Fm] the stars growing dim on [Ab] the old high-gorge rim, they'd watch for that brown mountain light.
High on the mountain,
[Fm] down in the [Ab] canyon below, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[Fm] and fades as the mist comes [Eb] and goes.
[Ab] Way over yonder,
[Gb] night after night [Ab] until dawn, while a faithful [Fm] old slave [Ab] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, searching, [Gb] searching [Ab] for his master [Eb] who's long, [Ab] long gone.
[Eb]
[Ab] [E] [A] Long years ago, a southern planter [Gbm] came hunting in this wild land [A] alone,
[Gbm] and to hear so they say, [A] the hunter lost his way and never [D] returned to [A] his own.
While his trusty old slave brought a lantern, [Gbm] and he searched but in vain [A] day and night.
Now [Gbm] the old slave is gone, [A] but his spirit wanders on, and the old [D] lantern still [A] casts its light.
Well high on the mountain, [Gbm] then down in the canyon [A] below, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[Gbm] and fades as the mist [E] comes and goes.
[A] Way over yonder, [G] night after night [A] until dawn, while a faithful [Gbm] old slave [A] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, [G] searching, searching [D]
[A] for his master [E] who's long, [A] long gone.
there a strange ghostly light [Ab] can be seen every night,
which no [Db] scientist or hunter [Ab] can explain.
[F] [Fm]
In the mountains of North Carolina near [G] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon called the [Eb] Brown Mountain Lights.
[F] On a clear night, these lights will appear and move about in a ghost-like [Bbm] manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[Eb] These lights have been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to this day, [Ab] no one can explain their mystery.
[Dbm] Even scientists who come from various parts of the world can offer no solution.
[Eb] Uncle Faith Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, [Ab] used to tell this story,
which to me could be as true [F] as any other tale ever told, [Bbm] about [Eb] the legend of [Ab] the Brown Mountain Lights.
In the days of the old covered wagon, when [Fm] they camped on the flat for [Ab] the night,
with [Fm] the stars growing dim on [Ab] the old high-gorge rim, they'd watch for that brown mountain light.
High on the mountain,
[Fm] down in the [Ab] canyon below, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[Fm] and fades as the mist comes [Eb] and goes.
[Ab] Way over yonder,
[Gb] night after night [Ab] until dawn, while a faithful [Fm] old slave [Ab] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, searching, [Gb] searching [Ab] for his master [Eb] who's long, [Ab] long gone.
[Eb]
[Ab] [E] [A] Long years ago, a southern planter [Gbm] came hunting in this wild land [A] alone,
[Gbm] and to hear so they say, [A] the hunter lost his way and never [D] returned to [A] his own.
While his trusty old slave brought a lantern, [Gbm] and he searched but in vain [A] day and night.
Now [Gbm] the old slave is gone, [A] but his spirit wanders on, and the old [D] lantern still [A] casts its light.
Well high on the mountain, [Gbm] then down in the canyon [A] below, it shines like the crown of an angel,
[Gbm] and fades as the mist [E] comes and goes.
[A] Way over yonder, [G] night after night [A] until dawn, while a faithful [Gbm] old slave [A] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, [G] searching, searching [D]
[A] for his master [E] who's long, [A] long gone.
Key:
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_ _ Way out on old Linville [Fm] Mountain, where the Bear and the Catamount [Ab] range,
there a strange ghostly light [Ab] can be seen every night,
which no [Db] scientist or hunter [Ab] can explain.
_ [F] _ _ [Fm]
In the mountains of North Carolina near [G] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon called the [Eb] Brown Mountain Lights.
[F] On a clear night, these lights will appear and move about in a ghost-like [Bbm] manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[Eb] These lights have been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to this day, [Ab] no one can explain their mystery.
_ [Dbm] Even scientists who come from various parts of the world can offer no solution.
[Eb] Uncle Faith Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, [Ab] used to tell this story,
_ which to me could be as true [F] as any other tale ever told, [Bbm] about [Eb] the legend of [Ab] the Brown Mountain Lights. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the days of the old covered wagon, _ when [Fm] they camped on the flat for [Ab] the night, _
with [Fm] the stars growing dim on [Ab] the old high-gorge rim, they'd watch for that brown mountain light. _
_ _ High on the mountain, _
_ [Fm] down in the [Ab] canyon below, _ _ it shines like the crown of an angel, _
[Fm] and fades as the mist comes [Eb] and goes.
_ [Ab] Way over yonder, _
_ [Gb] night after night [Ab] until dawn, while a faithful [Fm] old slave [Ab] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, searching, [Gb] searching _ _ _ _ [Ab] for his master [Eb] who's long, [Ab] long gone.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] Long years ago, a southern planter [Gbm] _ came hunting in this wild land [A] alone,
_ [Gbm] and to hear so they say, [A] the hunter lost his way and never [D] returned to [A] his own.
While his trusty old slave brought a lantern, _ [Gbm] and he searched but in vain [A] day and night.
Now [Gbm] the old slave is gone, [A] but his spirit wanders on, and the old [D] lantern still [A] casts its light.
Well high _ on the mountain, _ [Gbm] then down in the canyon [A] below, _ it shines like the crown of an angel,
_ [Gbm] and fades as the mist [E] comes and goes.
[A] Way _ over _ yonder, [G] night after night [A] until dawn, while a faithful [Gbm] old slave [A] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, _ [G] searching, searching _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] for his master [E] who's long, [A] long gone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
there a strange ghostly light [Ab] can be seen every night,
which no [Db] scientist or hunter [Ab] can explain.
_ [F] _ _ [Fm]
In the mountains of North Carolina near [G] Linville, there exists a strange phenomenon called the [Eb] Brown Mountain Lights.
[F] On a clear night, these lights will appear and move about in a ghost-like [Bbm] manner on the mountain top and down in the valley.
[Eb] These lights have been observed since the early days of the covered wagon, and to this day, [Ab] no one can explain their mystery.
_ [Dbm] Even scientists who come from various parts of the world can offer no solution.
[Eb] Uncle Faith Wiseman, who spent his entire 80 years in these mountains, [Ab] used to tell this story,
_ which to me could be as true [F] as any other tale ever told, [Bbm] about [Eb] the legend of [Ab] the Brown Mountain Lights. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the days of the old covered wagon, _ when [Fm] they camped on the flat for [Ab] the night, _
with [Fm] the stars growing dim on [Ab] the old high-gorge rim, they'd watch for that brown mountain light. _
_ _ High on the mountain, _
_ [Fm] down in the [Ab] canyon below, _ _ it shines like the crown of an angel, _
[Fm] and fades as the mist comes [Eb] and goes.
_ [Ab] Way over yonder, _
_ [Gb] night after night [Ab] until dawn, while a faithful [Fm] old slave [Ab] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, searching, [Gb] searching _ _ _ _ [Ab] for his master [Eb] who's long, [Ab] long gone.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] Long years ago, a southern planter [Gbm] _ came hunting in this wild land [A] alone,
_ [Gbm] and to hear so they say, [A] the hunter lost his way and never [D] returned to [A] his own.
While his trusty old slave brought a lantern, _ [Gbm] and he searched but in vain [A] day and night.
Now [Gbm] the old slave is gone, [A] but his spirit wanders on, and the old [D] lantern still [A] casts its light.
Well high _ on the mountain, _ [Gbm] then down in the canyon [A] below, _ it shines like the crown of an angel,
_ [Gbm] and fades as the mist [E] comes and goes.
[A] Way _ over _ yonder, [G] night after night [A] until dawn, while a faithful [Gbm] old slave [A] comes back from the grave,
while he's searching, _ [G] searching, searching _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] for his master [E] who's long, [A] long gone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _