Chords for Woody Guthrie (Live July 7, 1944)
Tempo:
114.15 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
F
Bb
C
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [Ab] Hello children.
There's another program of songs from the United States of America.
This afternoon we've got in the studio Woody Guthrie, who's a very well-known [Abm] singer of folk songs over here.
He tells me that he's been in 45 of the 48 states.
So at the moment you're in the Merchant Navy, aren't you Woody?
[E] That's right.
Worshipping dishes on [Ab] a liberty ship.
And during his [Abm] leave, Woody has come in to make a program [Ab] for you.
Let's [Abm] hear a bit more about your travel.
Where did you start?
How did it come that you were
Well, I got started in Oklahoma.
[Ab] That's where I was born.
[D] Population down [Ab] there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
So I hit the road when I was about 13 years old, doing all kinds [C] of odd jobs all over the country
and traveling [Abm] amongst all these kind of people and actually picked up a lot of songs.
A lot of funny different versions of a lot of folk [Ab] songs and ballads.
And I've [B] been traveling all around at depots and bus stations and waterfronts and cafes and everything else.
[Abm] Saloons, [Bb] picking up nickels.
[Ab] Well, Woody said that he'd like to sing your program about trains.
So, shall we have the first one, Woody?
What was it going to be?
The first one's going to be [D] about the best [Abm] train song that I know right now in the United [Ab] States that's being sung.
The name of it is the [Db] Wabash Cannonball.
[F]
I stood [Ab] on the wide Atlantic and the broad Pacific shore,
[C] Saw the queen of the [Ab] flowing mountains, the South bell by the door.
She's long and tall and handsome [Bb] and she's loved one and all,
[C] And a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar as [G] she comes around the woodlands, the lakes and [C] by the [F] shore.
Hear that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
She's [Cm] rolling through the jungle on that [Ab] Wabash Cannonball.
[F]
Well, she [Ab] rolled down to Memphis [Bb] on a cold December day,
When [Ab] she pulled into the station you could hear the [C] people say,
There's that gal [Ab] from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall,
Just rolled down to Memphis on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
[Ab] Well, your eastern states are dandy, the [Bb] western people [Ab] say,
From New York to St.
Louis, Chicago by the way,
Through the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,
And you find them by no other than the [F] Wabash Cannonball.
There's the daddy Claxton, may [Bb] his name forever stand,
[G] He's honored and respected all over [F] Dixieland.
If his earthly race is over and [Bb] the curtains round him fall,
[G] We'll ship him [Ab] back to glory on [C] that Wabash [F] Cannonball.
So listen to the jingle, [Bb] the rumble and the roar,
[C] She glides along the woodlands, the lakes and by the [F] shore.
Hear [D] that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
[C] She's rolling through the jungle on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
[Ab]
Thank you.
What are you going to sing to us next?
Next song I'm going to sing is one of the oldest, [E] longest, lonesomest songs I've heard.
I heard [D] this years ago.
[Abm] I used to hear my dad sing it,
And I've heard Indians sing it, and [Ab] Negroes sing versions of it.
And the name of it's 900 Miles From Home.
[Bbm] [Ebm] Well, I'll [Ab] pawn you my wagon and I'll pawn you my chain,
Pawn you my [Eb] watch and my chain,
[Ab] If this train runs right I'll see my woman Saturday night,
I'm tired [Db] of living this [Ab] way,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle [Eb] blow.
[Ab] Well, that train I ride on, she's a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train's [Gb] on time I'll see that little [Ab] woman of mine,
Cause I'm tired of living [Eb] all alone,
[Gb] And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Well, I'm walking down this track, I've got tears in my eyes,
Trying to read a letter from my home,
If this train don't jump the track,
To my woman it'll carry me back,
Cause I'm tired of living like a dog.
There's another program of songs from the United States of America.
This afternoon we've got in the studio Woody Guthrie, who's a very well-known [Abm] singer of folk songs over here.
He tells me that he's been in 45 of the 48 states.
So at the moment you're in the Merchant Navy, aren't you Woody?
[E] That's right.
Worshipping dishes on [Ab] a liberty ship.
And during his [Abm] leave, Woody has come in to make a program [Ab] for you.
Let's [Abm] hear a bit more about your travel.
Where did you start?
How did it come that you were
Well, I got started in Oklahoma.
[Ab] That's where I was born.
[D] Population down [Ab] there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
So I hit the road when I was about 13 years old, doing all kinds [C] of odd jobs all over the country
and traveling [Abm] amongst all these kind of people and actually picked up a lot of songs.
A lot of funny different versions of a lot of folk [Ab] songs and ballads.
And I've [B] been traveling all around at depots and bus stations and waterfronts and cafes and everything else.
[Abm] Saloons, [Bb] picking up nickels.
[Ab] Well, Woody said that he'd like to sing your program about trains.
So, shall we have the first one, Woody?
What was it going to be?
The first one's going to be [D] about the best [Abm] train song that I know right now in the United [Ab] States that's being sung.
The name of it is the [Db] Wabash Cannonball.
[F]
I stood [Ab] on the wide Atlantic and the broad Pacific shore,
[C] Saw the queen of the [Ab] flowing mountains, the South bell by the door.
She's long and tall and handsome [Bb] and she's loved one and all,
[C] And a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar as [G] she comes around the woodlands, the lakes and [C] by the [F] shore.
Hear that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
She's [Cm] rolling through the jungle on that [Ab] Wabash Cannonball.
[F]
Well, she [Ab] rolled down to Memphis [Bb] on a cold December day,
When [Ab] she pulled into the station you could hear the [C] people say,
There's that gal [Ab] from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall,
Just rolled down to Memphis on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
[Ab] Well, your eastern states are dandy, the [Bb] western people [Ab] say,
From New York to St.
Louis, Chicago by the way,
Through the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,
And you find them by no other than the [F] Wabash Cannonball.
There's the daddy Claxton, may [Bb] his name forever stand,
[G] He's honored and respected all over [F] Dixieland.
If his earthly race is over and [Bb] the curtains round him fall,
[G] We'll ship him [Ab] back to glory on [C] that Wabash [F] Cannonball.
So listen to the jingle, [Bb] the rumble and the roar,
[C] She glides along the woodlands, the lakes and by the [F] shore.
Hear [D] that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
[C] She's rolling through the jungle on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
[Ab]
Thank you.
What are you going to sing to us next?
Next song I'm going to sing is one of the oldest, [E] longest, lonesomest songs I've heard.
I heard [D] this years ago.
[Abm] I used to hear my dad sing it,
And I've heard Indians sing it, and [Ab] Negroes sing versions of it.
And the name of it's 900 Miles From Home.
[Bbm] [Ebm] Well, I'll [Ab] pawn you my wagon and I'll pawn you my chain,
Pawn you my [Eb] watch and my chain,
[Ab] If this train runs right I'll see my woman Saturday night,
I'm tired [Db] of living this [Ab] way,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle [Eb] blow.
[Ab] Well, that train I ride on, she's a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train's [Gb] on time I'll see that little [Ab] woman of mine,
Cause I'm tired of living [Eb] all alone,
[Gb] And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Well, I'm walking down this track, I've got tears in my eyes,
Trying to read a letter from my home,
If this train don't jump the track,
To my woman it'll carry me back,
Cause I'm tired of living like a dog.
Key:
Ab
F
Bb
C
Abm
Ab
F
Bb
[N] _ [Ab] Hello children.
There's another program of songs from the United States of America.
This afternoon we've got in the studio Woody Guthrie, who's a very well-known [Abm] singer of folk songs over here.
He tells me that he's been in 45 of the 48 states.
So at the moment you're in the Merchant Navy, aren't you Woody?
[E] That's right.
Worshipping dishes on [Ab] a liberty ship. _
And during his [Abm] leave, Woody has come in to make a program [Ab] for you.
_ Let's [Abm] hear a bit more about your travel.
Where did you start?
How did it come that you were_
Well, I got started in Oklahoma.
[Ab] That's where I was born.
_ [D] Population down [Ab] there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
So I hit the road when I was about 13 years old, doing all kinds [C] of odd jobs all over the country
and traveling [Abm] amongst all these kind of people and actually picked up a lot of songs.
A lot of funny different versions of a lot of folk [Ab] songs and ballads.
And I've [B] been traveling all around at depots and bus stations and waterfronts and cafes and everything else.
[Abm] _ Saloons, [Bb] picking up nickels.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ Well, Woody said that he'd like to sing your program about trains.
So, shall we have the first one, Woody?
What was it going to be?
The first one's going to be [D] about the best [Abm] train song that I know right now in the United [Ab] States that's being sung.
The name of it is the [Db] Wabash Cannonball.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ I stood [Ab] on the wide Atlantic and the broad Pacific shore,
[C] Saw the queen of the [Ab] flowing mountains, the South bell by the door.
_ She's long and tall and handsome [Bb] and she's loved one and all,
[C] And a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ _ Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar as [G] she comes around the woodlands, the lakes and [C] by the [F] shore.
Hear that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
She's [Cm] rolling through the jungle on that [Ab] Wabash Cannonball.
[F] _ _ _ _
Well, she [Ab] rolled down to Memphis [Bb] on a cold December day,
When [Ab] she pulled into the station you could hear the [C] people say,
There's that gal [Ab] from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall,
Just rolled down to Memphis on the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _ _ _
[Ab] Well, your eastern states are dandy, the [Bb] western people [Ab] say,
From New York to St.
Louis, Chicago by the way, _
Through the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,
And you find them by no other than the [F] Wabash Cannonball.
_ _ _ There's the daddy Claxton, may [Bb] his name forever stand,
[G] He's honored and respected all over [F] Dixieland.
If his earthly race is over and [Bb] the curtains round him fall,
[G] We'll ship him [Ab] back to glory on [C] that Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ So listen to the jingle, [Bb] the rumble and the roar,
[C] She glides along the woodlands, the lakes and by the [F] shore.
Hear [D] that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
[C] She's rolling through the jungle on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
What are you going to sing to us next?
Next song I'm going to sing is one of the oldest, [E] longest, lonesomest songs I've heard.
I heard [D] this years ago.
[Abm] _ I used to hear my dad sing it,
And I've heard Indians sing it, and [Ab] Negroes sing versions of it.
And the name of it's 900 Miles From Home. _
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ Well, I'll [Ab] pawn you my wagon and I'll pawn you my chain,
_ Pawn you my [Eb] watch and my chain,
[Ab] If this train runs right I'll see my woman Saturday night,
I'm tired [Db] of living this [Ab] way,
_ And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle [Eb] blow. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] Well, that train I ride on, she's a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ If that _ _ _ train's [Gb] on time I'll see that little [Ab] woman of mine,
_ Cause I'm tired of living [Eb] all alone, _ _
[Gb] And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I'm walking down this track, I've got tears in my eyes,
Trying to read a letter from my home,
_ _ _ _ _ _ If this train _ _ don't jump the track, _
To my woman it'll carry me back,
Cause I'm tired of living like a dog. _ _ _
There's another program of songs from the United States of America.
This afternoon we've got in the studio Woody Guthrie, who's a very well-known [Abm] singer of folk songs over here.
He tells me that he's been in 45 of the 48 states.
So at the moment you're in the Merchant Navy, aren't you Woody?
[E] That's right.
Worshipping dishes on [Ab] a liberty ship. _
And during his [Abm] leave, Woody has come in to make a program [Ab] for you.
_ Let's [Abm] hear a bit more about your travel.
Where did you start?
How did it come that you were_
Well, I got started in Oklahoma.
[Ab] That's where I was born.
_ [D] Population down [Ab] there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
So I hit the road when I was about 13 years old, doing all kinds [C] of odd jobs all over the country
and traveling [Abm] amongst all these kind of people and actually picked up a lot of songs.
A lot of funny different versions of a lot of folk [Ab] songs and ballads.
And I've [B] been traveling all around at depots and bus stations and waterfronts and cafes and everything else.
[Abm] _ Saloons, [Bb] picking up nickels.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ Well, Woody said that he'd like to sing your program about trains.
So, shall we have the first one, Woody?
What was it going to be?
The first one's going to be [D] about the best [Abm] train song that I know right now in the United [Ab] States that's being sung.
The name of it is the [Db] Wabash Cannonball.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ I stood [Ab] on the wide Atlantic and the broad Pacific shore,
[C] Saw the queen of the [Ab] flowing mountains, the South bell by the door.
_ She's long and tall and handsome [Bb] and she's loved one and all,
[C] And a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ _ Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar as [G] she comes around the woodlands, the lakes and [C] by the [F] shore.
Hear that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
She's [Cm] rolling through the jungle on that [Ab] Wabash Cannonball.
[F] _ _ _ _
Well, she [Ab] rolled down to Memphis [Bb] on a cold December day,
When [Ab] she pulled into the station you could hear the [C] people say,
There's that gal [Ab] from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall,
Just rolled down to Memphis on the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _ _ _
[Ab] Well, your eastern states are dandy, the [Bb] western people [Ab] say,
From New York to St.
Louis, Chicago by the way, _
Through the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,
And you find them by no other than the [F] Wabash Cannonball.
_ _ _ There's the daddy Claxton, may [Bb] his name forever stand,
[G] He's honored and respected all over [F] Dixieland.
If his earthly race is over and [Bb] the curtains round him fall,
[G] We'll ship him [Ab] back to glory on [C] that Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ So listen to the jingle, [Bb] the rumble and the roar,
[C] She glides along the woodlands, the lakes and by the [F] shore.
Hear [D] that mighty rushing engine, [Bb] hear that lonesome hobo squall,
[C] She's rolling through the jungle on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
What are you going to sing to us next?
Next song I'm going to sing is one of the oldest, [E] longest, lonesomest songs I've heard.
I heard [D] this years ago.
[Abm] _ I used to hear my dad sing it,
And I've heard Indians sing it, and [Ab] Negroes sing versions of it.
And the name of it's 900 Miles From Home. _
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ Well, I'll [Ab] pawn you my wagon and I'll pawn you my chain,
_ Pawn you my [Eb] watch and my chain,
[Ab] If this train runs right I'll see my woman Saturday night,
I'm tired [Db] of living this [Ab] way,
_ And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle [Eb] blow. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] Well, that train I ride on, she's a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ If that _ _ _ train's [Gb] on time I'll see that little [Ab] woman of mine,
_ Cause I'm tired of living [Eb] all alone, _ _
[Gb] And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I'm walking down this track, I've got tears in my eyes,
Trying to read a letter from my home,
_ _ _ _ _ _ If this train _ _ don't jump the track, _
To my woman it'll carry me back,
Cause I'm tired of living like a dog. _ _ _