Chords for Vince Gill "This Old Guitar and Me" Guitar Center OnStage Finals
Tempo:
66.4 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
F
Cm
Bb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I'll be 60 in April and I still feel and hear myself getting better.
like you start getting worse.
the next half of your life trying to edit it
and what all these kids are going to experience
play.
[Eb] everybody gets their proper due and their proper place.
and the things that we've been through
back in 1942
like you start getting worse.
the next half of your life trying to edit it
and what all these kids are going to experience
play.
[Eb] everybody gets their proper due and their proper place.
and the things that we've been through
back in 1942
100% ➙ 66BPM
Eb
F
Cm
Bb
E
Eb
F
Cm
I'll be 60 in April and I still feel and hear myself getting better.
It's not like you start getting worse.
You spend your whole life acquiring all this knowledge
and then you spend the next half of your life trying to edit it
and eliminate what you don't need.
And that's the beauty of music and what all these kids are going to experience
is playing music with people that know when not to play.
It's so much more important than anybody could ever imagine.
When everybody's listening to each other and [Eb] everybody gets their proper due and their proper place.
This old guitar and me and the things that we've been through
C.F. Martin built it back in 1942
I remember when we met I was only 17
I spent all my college money on a half a dozen strings
I thought my folks would kill me but I found out I was wrong
I said your future's written on your face and you sing those traveling songs
So we headed for Kentucky with a suitcase full of dreams
We'll rough out boots, a few t-shirts, and worn out pair of jeans _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This old guitar and me, we spent a lot of nights alone
Sometimes we'd get lucky and take a barnaid home
One night stands for breakfast, two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning and both feel a little used
_ Home was just a highway but we'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flat top not caring where [Bb] we're bound
[Eb] From Maine to California with a five-piece traveling band
Singing songs about the hard times we faced the common man
_ _ [F] _ _
[Eb] Ooooooo
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] Oooooooo
_ _ [Eb] _ Ooooooo _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ This old guitar and me, Lord we did the best we could
One was born a sinner and one a piece of wood
God sent a wooden angel to guide me on my way.
We were meant to be together till my dying day.
_ Now my dearest old companion lies underneath my bed.
Our traveling days are over, but the memories fill my head.
I've settled with my family back in the hills of Tennessee.
I teach my children as children about this old guitar and me.
_ _ [F] _ Ooooooh.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Ooooooh.
_ _ [F] _ Ooooooh.
[Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ Thank you very [N] much.
It's not like you start getting worse.
You spend your whole life acquiring all this knowledge
and then you spend the next half of your life trying to edit it
and eliminate what you don't need.
And that's the beauty of music and what all these kids are going to experience
is playing music with people that know when not to play.
It's so much more important than anybody could ever imagine.
When everybody's listening to each other and [Eb] everybody gets their proper due and their proper place.
This old guitar and me and the things that we've been through
C.F. Martin built it back in 1942
I remember when we met I was only 17
I spent all my college money on a half a dozen strings
I thought my folks would kill me but I found out I was wrong
I said your future's written on your face and you sing those traveling songs
So we headed for Kentucky with a suitcase full of dreams
We'll rough out boots, a few t-shirts, and worn out pair of jeans _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This old guitar and me, we spent a lot of nights alone
Sometimes we'd get lucky and take a barnaid home
One night stands for breakfast, two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning and both feel a little used
_ Home was just a highway but we'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flat top not caring where [Bb] we're bound
[Eb] From Maine to California with a five-piece traveling band
Singing songs about the hard times we faced the common man
_ _ [F] _ _
[Eb] Ooooooo
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] Oooooooo
_ _ [Eb] _ Ooooooo _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ This old guitar and me, Lord we did the best we could
One was born a sinner and one a piece of wood
God sent a wooden angel to guide me on my way.
We were meant to be together till my dying day.
_ Now my dearest old companion lies underneath my bed.
Our traveling days are over, but the memories fill my head.
I've settled with my family back in the hills of Tennessee.
I teach my children as children about this old guitar and me.
_ _ [F] _ Ooooooh.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Ooooooh.
_ _ [F] _ Ooooooh.
[Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ Thank you very [N] much.
