Chords for Tony Logue - Deadwood
Tempo:
88.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
Dm
F
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
There's a little patch of dead wood just below the timber line
Fesh hooks hang by barbed wire strung up about head high
It sits down in a hollow you can't see from the road
It's a godforsaken piece of ground but the greenest grass it grows
[B] And it's [Am] hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
[Dm] [B] And if it [F] be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living [Dm] off the land
Got this piece of ground on the day I turned [D] eighteen
Granddad on his deathbed signed my name upon
He said son it ain't much count but it's all that's left of me
For five generations it's fed your family
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days [D] with an honest hand
[Dm] [F] And if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living off
[D] You
[Dm] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[D] and boys were white trash lived out on Thompson Pass
Had chickens in the front yard, pet bulls tied up in the back
My cousin Frankie heard the brothers had a plan
They were waiting on a full moon to come and raid my land
[Dm] [D]
Frankie and I were waiting when the brothers both arrived
[Dm] Daddy and Roe were silent they turned off all the lights
They had the back of knives in hand and a couple of burlap [D] sacks
And as they crossed the fence Frankie put the hammer back
Their bullet cases flying my ears ringing like a bell
Buckshot falling round me I turned to Frankie
I crawled through the rope ditch laid a rifle on the hood
Put a beat on the youngest and talked him where he stood
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living [D] off You
[F]
[C] [D] [Dm]
[D] We buried Frankie by his brother on the hill
It's been six months now Lord knows I miss him still
[Dm] Word is Tom Ewing was sitting there for a night
Me and Frankie's brother were going down the hill tonight
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime
[C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine
[C] making a living off [D] You
So [F] it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [Dm] honest hand
And
[F] if it be me I'm doing fine
[C] making a living off [D] You
[Dm] [D]
[Bb]
Fesh hooks hang by barbed wire strung up about head high
It sits down in a hollow you can't see from the road
It's a godforsaken piece of ground but the greenest grass it grows
[B] And it's [Am] hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
[Dm] [B] And if it [F] be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living [Dm] off the land
Got this piece of ground on the day I turned [D] eighteen
Granddad on his deathbed signed my name upon
He said son it ain't much count but it's all that's left of me
For five generations it's fed your family
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days [D] with an honest hand
[Dm] [F] And if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living off
[D] You
[Dm] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[D] and boys were white trash lived out on Thompson Pass
Had chickens in the front yard, pet bulls tied up in the back
My cousin Frankie heard the brothers had a plan
They were waiting on a full moon to come and raid my land
[Dm] [D]
Frankie and I were waiting when the brothers both arrived
[Dm] Daddy and Roe were silent they turned off all the lights
They had the back of knives in hand and a couple of burlap [D] sacks
And as they crossed the fence Frankie put the hammer back
Their bullet cases flying my ears ringing like a bell
Buckshot falling round me I turned to Frankie
I crawled through the rope ditch laid a rifle on the hood
Put a beat on the youngest and talked him where he stood
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living [D] off You
[F]
[C] [D] [Dm]
[D] We buried Frankie by his brother on the hill
It's been six months now Lord knows I miss him still
[Dm] Word is Tom Ewing was sitting there for a night
Me and Frankie's brother were going down the hill tonight
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime
[C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine
[C] making a living off [D] You
So [F] it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [Dm] honest hand
And
[F] if it be me I'm doing fine
[C] making a living off [D] You
[Dm] [D]
[Bb]
Key:
D
C
Dm
F
B
D
C
Dm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a little patch of dead wood just below the timber line
Fesh hooks hang by barbed wire strung up about head high
It sits down in a hollow you can't see from the road
It's a godforsaken piece of ground but the greenest grass it grows
[B] And it's [Am] hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ [B] And if it [F] be me I'm doing fine [C] _ making a living [Dm] off the land
Got _ _ _ _ this piece of ground on the day I turned [D] eighteen
Granddad on his deathbed signed my name upon
He said son it ain't much count but it's all that's left of me
For five generations it's fed your family
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days [D] with an honest hand _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ [F] And if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living off
[D] You _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] and boys were white trash lived out on Thompson Pass
Had chickens in the front yard, pet bulls tied up in the back
My cousin Frankie heard the brothers had a plan
They were waiting on a full moon to come and raid my land
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Frankie and I were waiting when the brothers both arrived
[Dm] Daddy and Roe were silent they turned off all the lights
They had the back of knives in hand and a couple of burlap [D] sacks
And as they crossed the fence Frankie put the hammer back _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Their bullet cases flying my ears ringing like a bell
Buckshot falling round me I turned to Frankie
I _ crawled through the rope ditch laid a rifle on the hood
Put a beat on the youngest and talked him where he stood
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And _ _ _ [F] if it be me I'm doing fine [C] _ making a living [D] off You _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ We buried Frankie by his brother on the hill
It's been six months now Lord knows I miss him still
[Dm] Word is Tom Ewing was sitting there for a night
Me and Frankie's brother were going down the hill tonight
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime _
[C] these days with an [D] honest hand _ _
_ _ And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine _
[C] making a living off [D] You _ _ _
_ _ So [F] it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [Dm] honest hand
And _
_ _ _ [F] if it be me I'm doing fine _
[C] making a living off [D] You
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a little patch of dead wood just below the timber line
Fesh hooks hang by barbed wire strung up about head high
It sits down in a hollow you can't see from the road
It's a godforsaken piece of ground but the greenest grass it grows
[B] And it's [Am] hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ [B] And if it [F] be me I'm doing fine [C] _ making a living [Dm] off the land
Got _ _ _ _ this piece of ground on the day I turned [D] eighteen
Granddad on his deathbed signed my name upon
He said son it ain't much count but it's all that's left of me
For five generations it's fed your family
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days [D] with an honest hand _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ [F] And if it be me I'm doing fine [C] making a living off
[D] You _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] and boys were white trash lived out on Thompson Pass
Had chickens in the front yard, pet bulls tied up in the back
My cousin Frankie heard the brothers had a plan
They were waiting on a full moon to come and raid my land
[Dm] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Frankie and I were waiting when the brothers both arrived
[Dm] Daddy and Roe were silent they turned off all the lights
They had the back of knives in hand and a couple of burlap [D] sacks
And as they crossed the fence Frankie put the hammer back _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Their bullet cases flying my ears ringing like a bell
Buckshot falling round me I turned to Frankie
I _ crawled through the rope ditch laid a rifle on the hood
Put a beat on the youngest and talked him where he stood
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [D] honest hand
And _ _ _ [F] if it be me I'm doing fine [C] _ making a living [D] off You _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ We buried Frankie by his brother on the hill
It's been six months now Lord knows I miss him still
[Dm] Word is Tom Ewing was sitting there for a night
Me and Frankie's brother were going down the hill tonight
[F] And it's hard to turn a dime _
[C] these days with an [D] honest hand _ _
_ _ And [F] if it be me I'm doing fine _
[C] making a living off [D] You _ _ _
_ _ So [F] it's hard to turn a dime [C] these days with an [Dm] honest hand
And _
_ _ _ [F] if it be me I'm doing fine _
[C] making a living off [D] You
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _