Chords for Townes Van Zandt Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold
Tempo:
109.55 bpm
Chords used:
F#
D
Bm
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I wrote this in North Carolina when I was trapped inside a college guest room by this
terrible lady named Miss Bullitt, who was the [F#] doormother.
[Bm]
[Bm]
[D] [F#]
[Bm]
Well, the wicked king of [D] clubs awoke.
It was to his queen he [Em] turned, his lips were laughing as they spoke.
[F#] His eyes like bullets [B] burned, the sun's upon a gambling day.
[D] This queen smiled low and [E] blissfully, let's make some wretched fool to [F#] pay, and plain
it was she did agree.
[B] He sent his deuce down into diamond, [D] his four to heart, and his trade a [E] spade.
Three kings with their legions [F#] come, and [F#m] preparations soon were made.
[B] They voted club the day's [D] commander, they give him an army face and [Em] number, all but
the outlawed jack of [F#] diamonds and the aces in the sky.
[D] [Bm] [E]
[F#m] [F#] [B]
Will he give his sevens first [Bm] instruction?
Spirit [D] me a game of [E] studs, stakes unscarred, but limitation [F#] between a man named gold and
a man named [Bm] mud.
Club filled gold with greedy vapors till his long green eyes did [Em] glow.
Mud was left with the sighs [F#] and trembles, watching [F#m] his hard earned money [B] go.
Flushes fell on gold [D] like water, tins they paired and paired [Em] again.
But the aces only flew through [F#] heaven in a diamond [F#m] jack called no man [B] friend.
The diamond queen saw [D] mud's ordeal, began to think of her long lost [E] son, fell to her
knees with a [F#] mother's mercy, prayed to [F#m] the angels every [Bm] one.
The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed, and [D] the diamond angel filled mud's [E] hole.
And a wicked king of clubs [F#] himself fell face down in front of [Bm] gold.
Three kings come to club's [D] command, but the angels from the sky did [E] ride.
Three kings up on the streets [F#] of gold, three fireballs on a muddy [B] side.
The club queen heard her husband's [D] call, but lowered that queen of [E] diamonds joy when the
outlaw in the [F#] heavenly hall turned out to be her wandering [B] boy.
And mud he checked and gold [D] bet all, mud he raised and [E] gold it called.
And the smile just melted off [F#] his face when mud turned over that [Bm] diamond ace.
Here's what this story's [D] told, you feel like mud you'll end up [E] gold, feel like lost you'll
end [F#] up found, so amigo lay them raises down.
[Bm]
[A#] That song came to me in a flash, all at once.
It wasn't me that was writing it, it was a giant pencil from the sky.
[N]
terrible lady named Miss Bullitt, who was the [F#] doormother.
[Bm]
[Bm]
[D] [F#]
[Bm]
Well, the wicked king of [D] clubs awoke.
It was to his queen he [Em] turned, his lips were laughing as they spoke.
[F#] His eyes like bullets [B] burned, the sun's upon a gambling day.
[D] This queen smiled low and [E] blissfully, let's make some wretched fool to [F#] pay, and plain
it was she did agree.
[B] He sent his deuce down into diamond, [D] his four to heart, and his trade a [E] spade.
Three kings with their legions [F#] come, and [F#m] preparations soon were made.
[B] They voted club the day's [D] commander, they give him an army face and [Em] number, all but
the outlawed jack of [F#] diamonds and the aces in the sky.
[D] [Bm] [E]
[F#m] [F#] [B]
Will he give his sevens first [Bm] instruction?
Spirit [D] me a game of [E] studs, stakes unscarred, but limitation [F#] between a man named gold and
a man named [Bm] mud.
Club filled gold with greedy vapors till his long green eyes did [Em] glow.
Mud was left with the sighs [F#] and trembles, watching [F#m] his hard earned money [B] go.
Flushes fell on gold [D] like water, tins they paired and paired [Em] again.
But the aces only flew through [F#] heaven in a diamond [F#m] jack called no man [B] friend.
The diamond queen saw [D] mud's ordeal, began to think of her long lost [E] son, fell to her
knees with a [F#] mother's mercy, prayed to [F#m] the angels every [Bm] one.
The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed, and [D] the diamond angel filled mud's [E] hole.
And a wicked king of clubs [F#] himself fell face down in front of [Bm] gold.
Three kings come to club's [D] command, but the angels from the sky did [E] ride.
Three kings up on the streets [F#] of gold, three fireballs on a muddy [B] side.
The club queen heard her husband's [D] call, but lowered that queen of [E] diamonds joy when the
outlaw in the [F#] heavenly hall turned out to be her wandering [B] boy.
And mud he checked and gold [D] bet all, mud he raised and [E] gold it called.
And the smile just melted off [F#] his face when mud turned over that [Bm] diamond ace.
Here's what this story's [D] told, you feel like mud you'll end up [E] gold, feel like lost you'll
end [F#] up found, so amigo lay them raises down.
[Bm]
[A#] That song came to me in a flash, all at once.
It wasn't me that was writing it, it was a giant pencil from the sky.
[N]
Key:
F#
D
Bm
E
B
F#
D
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I wrote this in North Carolina when I was trapped inside a college guest room by this
terrible lady named Miss Bullitt, who was the [F#] doormother.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the wicked king of [D] clubs awoke.
It was to his queen he [Em] turned, his lips were laughing as they spoke.
[F#] His eyes like bullets [B] burned, the sun's upon a gambling day.
[D] This queen smiled low and [E] blissfully, let's make some wretched fool to [F#] pay, and plain
it was she did agree.
[B] He sent his deuce down into diamond, [D] his four to heart, and his trade a [E] spade.
Three kings with their legions [F#] come, and [F#m] preparations soon were made.
[B] They voted club the day's [D] commander, they give him an army face and [Em] number, all but
the outlawed jack of [F#] diamonds and the aces in the sky.
_ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
Will he give his sevens first [Bm] instruction?
Spirit [D] me a game of [E] studs, stakes unscarred, but limitation [F#] between a man named gold and
a man named [Bm] mud.
Club filled gold with greedy vapors till his long green eyes did [Em] glow.
Mud was left with the sighs [F#] and trembles, watching [F#m] his hard earned money [B] go.
Flushes fell on gold [D] like water, tins they paired and paired [Em] again.
But the aces only flew through [F#] heaven in a diamond [F#m] jack called no man [B] friend.
The diamond queen saw [D] mud's ordeal, began to think of her long lost [E] son, fell to her
knees with a [F#] mother's mercy, prayed to [F#m] the angels every [Bm] one.
The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed, and [D] the diamond angel filled mud's [E] hole.
And a wicked king of clubs [F#] himself fell face down in front of [Bm] gold.
Three kings come to club's [D] command, but the angels from the sky did [E] ride.
Three kings up on the streets [F#] of gold, three fireballs on a muddy [B] side.
The club queen heard her husband's [D] call, but lowered that queen of [E] diamonds joy when the
outlaw in the [F#] heavenly hall turned out to be her wandering [B] boy.
And mud he checked and gold [D] bet all, mud he raised and [E] gold it called.
And the smile just melted off [F#] his face when mud turned over that [Bm] diamond ace.
Here's what this story's [D] told, you feel like mud you'll end up [E] gold, feel like lost you'll
end [F#] up found, so amigo lay them raises down.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ That song came to me in a flash, all at once.
It wasn't me that was writing it, it was _ a giant pencil from the sky.
[N] _ _
_ _ I wrote this in North Carolina when I was trapped inside a college guest room by this
terrible lady named Miss Bullitt, who was the [F#] doormother.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the wicked king of [D] clubs awoke.
It was to his queen he [Em] turned, his lips were laughing as they spoke.
[F#] His eyes like bullets [B] burned, the sun's upon a gambling day.
[D] This queen smiled low and [E] blissfully, let's make some wretched fool to [F#] pay, and plain
it was she did agree.
[B] He sent his deuce down into diamond, [D] his four to heart, and his trade a [E] spade.
Three kings with their legions [F#] come, and [F#m] preparations soon were made.
[B] They voted club the day's [D] commander, they give him an army face and [Em] number, all but
the outlawed jack of [F#] diamonds and the aces in the sky.
_ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
Will he give his sevens first [Bm] instruction?
Spirit [D] me a game of [E] studs, stakes unscarred, but limitation [F#] between a man named gold and
a man named [Bm] mud.
Club filled gold with greedy vapors till his long green eyes did [Em] glow.
Mud was left with the sighs [F#] and trembles, watching [F#m] his hard earned money [B] go.
Flushes fell on gold [D] like water, tins they paired and paired [Em] again.
But the aces only flew through [F#] heaven in a diamond [F#m] jack called no man [B] friend.
The diamond queen saw [D] mud's ordeal, began to think of her long lost [E] son, fell to her
knees with a [F#] mother's mercy, prayed to [F#m] the angels every [Bm] one.
The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed, and [D] the diamond angel filled mud's [E] hole.
And a wicked king of clubs [F#] himself fell face down in front of [Bm] gold.
Three kings come to club's [D] command, but the angels from the sky did [E] ride.
Three kings up on the streets [F#] of gold, three fireballs on a muddy [B] side.
The club queen heard her husband's [D] call, but lowered that queen of [E] diamonds joy when the
outlaw in the [F#] heavenly hall turned out to be her wandering [B] boy.
And mud he checked and gold [D] bet all, mud he raised and [E] gold it called.
And the smile just melted off [F#] his face when mud turned over that [Bm] diamond ace.
Here's what this story's [D] told, you feel like mud you'll end up [E] gold, feel like lost you'll
end [F#] up found, so amigo lay them raises down.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ That song came to me in a flash, all at once.
It wasn't me that was writing it, it was _ a giant pencil from the sky.
[N] _ _