Chords for William Elliott Whitmore - "Lift My Jug (Song for Hub Cale)" Live @ Pabst Theatre
Tempo:
75.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
C#m
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C#m] [G]
[C]
[G] [A#]
[G] I don't care about my sorrow [Em] I don't care about my [G] woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Put my hands in the water Up to [Em] my elbows [G] in the cold
Let it wash my dirty face Let it cleanse my troubled soul
For my name is Hub Kale And [C] my home is wherever [G] I lay
I was born to ride the rails Ride the rails till judgment day
And [Em] my face is [G] wrinkled and weary And as rough as a railroad tie
When that train come rumbling through this town I lift my jug to the sky
Oh, I lift my jug to the sky Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
And when that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky
[C]
[G]
[Gm] [G]
For I was an engineer Made [Em] my living [G] shoveling coal
And I paid my dues for twelve long years Then one day they let me go
And that time it sure was rough [Em] And the labor sure took [G] its toll
For my lungs are as black As the feathers of a crow
So now [C] I lay underneath [G] the trestle With my jug of homemade rye
And when that train come rumbling through this town [D] I lift it up to [G] the sky
Oh, [E] I lift my jug to the sky [G] Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
When that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky
I don't care about my sorrow I [Em] don't care about [G] my woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Oh, down where that river flows Oh, down [C] where that river [G] flows
[C] [N]
I'm sorry to these folks over here.
You can't see me.
You're not missing anything.
You just need to hear me.
That's all right.
You're not missing anything by not seeing me.
That's okay.
Thank you, folks.
My name is William Elliot Whitmore.
I'm proud to be here in Milwaukee.
Thank you so much.
[C]
[G] [A#]
[G] I don't care about my sorrow [Em] I don't care about my [G] woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Put my hands in the water Up to [Em] my elbows [G] in the cold
Let it wash my dirty face Let it cleanse my troubled soul
For my name is Hub Kale And [C] my home is wherever [G] I lay
I was born to ride the rails Ride the rails till judgment day
And [Em] my face is [G] wrinkled and weary And as rough as a railroad tie
When that train come rumbling through this town I lift my jug to the sky
Oh, I lift my jug to the sky Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
And when that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky
[C]
[G]
[Gm] [G]
For I was an engineer Made [Em] my living [G] shoveling coal
And I paid my dues for twelve long years Then one day they let me go
And that time it sure was rough [Em] And the labor sure took [G] its toll
For my lungs are as black As the feathers of a crow
So now [C] I lay underneath [G] the trestle With my jug of homemade rye
And when that train come rumbling through this town [D] I lift it up to [G] the sky
Oh, [E] I lift my jug to the sky [G] Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
When that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky
I don't care about my sorrow I [Em] don't care about [G] my woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Oh, down where that river flows Oh, down [C] where that river [G] flows
[C] [N]
I'm sorry to these folks over here.
You can't see me.
You're not missing anything.
You just need to hear me.
That's all right.
You're not missing anything by not seeing me.
That's okay.
Thank you, folks.
My name is William Elliot Whitmore.
I'm proud to be here in Milwaukee.
Thank you so much.
Key:
G
C
Em
C#m
A#
G
C
Em
[G] _ [C#m] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ _ [G] _ _ I don't care about my sorrow [Em] I don't care about my [G] woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Put my hands in the water Up to [Em] my elbows [G] in the cold
Let it wash my dirty face Let it cleanse my troubled soul _ _
For my name is Hub Kale And [C] my home is wherever [G] I lay
I was born to ride the rails Ride the rails till judgment day
And [Em] my face is [G] wrinkled and weary And as rough as a railroad tie
When that train come rumbling through this town I lift my jug to the sky
Oh, I lift my jug to the sky Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
And when that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
For I was an engineer Made [Em] my living [G] shoveling coal
And I paid my dues for twelve long years Then one day they let me go _
And that time it sure was rough [Em] And the labor sure took [G] its toll
For my lungs are as black As the feathers of a crow
So now [C] I lay underneath [G] the trestle With my jug of homemade rye
And when that train come rumbling through this town [D] I lift it up to [G] the sky
Oh, [E] I lift my jug to the sky [G] Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
When that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I don't care about my sorrow I [Em] don't care about [G] my woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Oh, down where that river flows Oh, down [C] where that river _ _ [G] flows _ _
[C] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm sorry to these folks over here.
_ _ _ You can't see me.
You're not missing anything.
You just need to hear me.
That's all right.
You're not missing anything by not seeing me.
That's okay.
Thank you, folks.
My name is William Elliot Whitmore.
I'm proud to be here in Milwaukee.
Thank you so much. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ _ [G] _ _ I don't care about my sorrow [Em] I don't care about my [G] woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Put my hands in the water Up to [Em] my elbows [G] in the cold
Let it wash my dirty face Let it cleanse my troubled soul _ _
For my name is Hub Kale And [C] my home is wherever [G] I lay
I was born to ride the rails Ride the rails till judgment day
And [Em] my face is [G] wrinkled and weary And as rough as a railroad tie
When that train come rumbling through this town I lift my jug to the sky
Oh, I lift my jug to the sky Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
And when that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
For I was an engineer Made [Em] my living [G] shoveling coal
And I paid my dues for twelve long years Then one day they let me go _
And that time it sure was rough [Em] And the labor sure took [G] its toll
For my lungs are as black As the feathers of a crow
So now [C] I lay underneath [G] the trestle With my jug of homemade rye
And when that train come rumbling through this town [D] I lift it up to [G] the sky
Oh, [E] I lift my jug to the sky [G] Oh, Lord, well, I lift my jug to the sky
When that number nine come rolling by I lift my jug to the sky _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I don't care about my sorrow I [Em] don't care about [G] my woes
Put my knees down in the sand Oh, down where that river flows
Oh, down where that river flows Oh, down [C] where that river _ _ [G] flows _ _
[C] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm sorry to these folks over here.
_ _ _ You can't see me.
You're not missing anything.
You just need to hear me.
That's all right.
You're not missing anything by not seeing me.
That's okay.
Thank you, folks.
My name is William Elliot Whitmore.
I'm proud to be here in Milwaukee.
Thank you so much. _