Chords for Zoe Mulford - All the Songs Were Road Songs
Tempo:
91.5 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
C#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Thursday [E] night I saw a wonderful show about Woody Guthrie called Woody Says.
It's a touring production.
And I was thinking about Woody and so many of the other people who made the music that
is American folk music.
And it's all about wandering from place to place, meeting lots of people, getting into trouble.
It's all about the points on the map.
Even if we never travel, we know where Abilene is and Galveston and the Erie Canal.
We know where Beale Street is.
And so many of the people who love that music are not the people who live that life.
Chorus goes,
All of the songs were [B] old [E] songs.
He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And they [E] were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
Try that out.
All of the songs were old songs.
And all of the songs were [B] old songs.
He knew we're just [E] passing through.
He knew we're just passing through.
And they were love songs.
[Bm] And [E] they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd [B] sing [E] them for you.
Never a drifter, a drinker, a gambler, boxcar rider, rogue or [B] rambler.
He never saw a lake, [E] punch a train, or cross the Rio Grande.
He lived in one town all his life.
Raised his kids and he loved his [B] wife.
But he could take you anywhere [E] with a guitar in his hand.
And all of the songs [B] were old songs.
[E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] They [F#] were love [Bm] songs.
They all were [E] love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
His voice was deep and road grit rough.
And [F#] his hands were big and scarred and tough.
[B] And exquisitely [E] gentle with babies and guitars.
The big wool jacket, black and red, he wore in his workshop out in the shed.
[B] Always smelled of wood smoke [E] and snow and [B] winter stars.
[E] And all of the songs were old songs.
[E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
[G#m] Now half your weary life's been [C#m] spent in places that he never went.
[E] You've been to California.
[B] You've been to New Orleans.
[G#m] But all you ever see is [C#m] more of the same concrete and big box stores.
[A] You never [E] find the magic of the places that he sang into [Em] your dreams.
[B] [E]
[B] And [E] all of [E] the songs were old songs.
[B] [E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And [E] they were love songs.
[B] They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd sing them [C#m] for you.
[C#] [F#] They were love songs.
Oh, [B] sing me love [F#] songs.
The way he sang them [E] for you.
[N]
Well sung.
It's a touring production.
And I was thinking about Woody and so many of the other people who made the music that
is American folk music.
And it's all about wandering from place to place, meeting lots of people, getting into trouble.
It's all about the points on the map.
Even if we never travel, we know where Abilene is and Galveston and the Erie Canal.
We know where Beale Street is.
And so many of the people who love that music are not the people who live that life.
Chorus goes,
All of the songs were [B] old [E] songs.
He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And they [E] were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
Try that out.
All of the songs were old songs.
And all of the songs were [B] old songs.
He knew we're just [E] passing through.
He knew we're just passing through.
And they were love songs.
[Bm] And [E] they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd [B] sing [E] them for you.
Never a drifter, a drinker, a gambler, boxcar rider, rogue or [B] rambler.
He never saw a lake, [E] punch a train, or cross the Rio Grande.
He lived in one town all his life.
Raised his kids and he loved his [B] wife.
But he could take you anywhere [E] with a guitar in his hand.
And all of the songs [B] were old songs.
[E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] They [F#] were love [Bm] songs.
They all were [E] love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
His voice was deep and road grit rough.
And [F#] his hands were big and scarred and tough.
[B] And exquisitely [E] gentle with babies and guitars.
The big wool jacket, black and red, he wore in his workshop out in the shed.
[B] Always smelled of wood smoke [E] and snow and [B] winter stars.
[E] And all of the songs were old songs.
[E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
[G#m] Now half your weary life's been [C#m] spent in places that he never went.
[E] You've been to California.
[B] You've been to New Orleans.
[G#m] But all you ever see is [C#m] more of the same concrete and big box stores.
[A] You never [E] find the magic of the places that he sang into [Em] your dreams.
[B] [E]
[B] And [E] all of [E] the songs were old songs.
[B] [E] He knew we're just passing through.
[B] And [E] they were love songs.
[B] They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd sing them [C#m] for you.
[C#] [F#] They were love songs.
Oh, [B] sing me love [F#] songs.
The way he sang them [E] for you.
[N]
Well sung.
Key:
E
B
F#
C#m
Bm
E
B
F#
_ _ _ _ Thursday [E] night I saw a wonderful show about Woody Guthrie called Woody Says.
It's a touring production. _
_ And I was thinking about Woody and so many of the other people who made the music that
is American folk music.
And it's all about wandering from place to place, meeting lots of people, getting into trouble.
It's all about the points on the map.
Even if we never travel, we know where Abilene is and Galveston and the Erie Canal.
We know where Beale Street is. _ _
And so many of the people who love that music are not the people who live that life.
_ _ Chorus goes,
_ All of the songs were [B] old _ [E] songs.
He knew we're just passing through. _ _ _
[B] And they [E] were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
Try that out.
All of the songs were old songs.
_ And all of the songs were [B] old songs.
He knew we're just [E] passing through.
He knew we're just passing through.
And they were love songs.
[Bm] And [E] they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd [B] sing [E] them for you. _ _ _ _ _
Never a drifter, a drinker, a gambler, boxcar rider, rogue or [B] rambler.
He never saw a lake, [E] punch a train, or cross the Rio Grande.
_ He lived in one town all his life.
Raised his kids and he loved his [B] wife.
But he could take you anywhere [E] with a guitar in his hand.
_ And all of the songs [B] were old songs.
_ [E] He knew we're just passing through.
_ _ _ [B] They [F#] were love [Bm] songs.
They all were [E] love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ His voice was deep and road grit rough.
And [F#] his hands were big and scarred and tough.
[B] And exquisitely [E] gentle with babies and guitars. _ _
The big wool jacket, black and red, he wore in his workshop out in the shed.
[B] Always smelled of wood smoke [E] and snow and [B] winter _ _ stars.
[E] And all of the songs were old songs.
_ [E] He knew we're just passing through. _ _ _
[B] And they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] Now half your weary life's been [C#m] spent in places that he never went.
[E] You've been to California.
[B] You've been to New Orleans.
[G#m] But all you ever see is [C#m] more of the same concrete and big box stores.
[A] You never [E] find the magic of the places that he sang into [Em] your dreams.
[B] _ _ [E] _
[B] And _ [E] all of [E] the songs were old songs.
[B] _ [E] He knew we're just passing through.
_ _ [B] And [E] they were love songs.
[B] They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd sing them [C#m] for you. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ They were love songs.
Oh, [B] sing me love [F#] songs.
The way he sang them [E] for you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ Well sung. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a touring production. _
_ And I was thinking about Woody and so many of the other people who made the music that
is American folk music.
And it's all about wandering from place to place, meeting lots of people, getting into trouble.
It's all about the points on the map.
Even if we never travel, we know where Abilene is and Galveston and the Erie Canal.
We know where Beale Street is. _ _
And so many of the people who love that music are not the people who live that life.
_ _ Chorus goes,
_ All of the songs were [B] old _ [E] songs.
He knew we're just passing through. _ _ _
[B] And they [E] were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
Try that out.
All of the songs were old songs.
_ And all of the songs were [B] old songs.
He knew we're just [E] passing through.
He knew we're just passing through.
And they were love songs.
[Bm] And [E] they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd [B] sing [E] them for you. _ _ _ _ _
Never a drifter, a drinker, a gambler, boxcar rider, rogue or [B] rambler.
He never saw a lake, [E] punch a train, or cross the Rio Grande.
_ He lived in one town all his life.
Raised his kids and he loved his [B] wife.
But he could take you anywhere [E] with a guitar in his hand.
_ And all of the songs [B] were old songs.
_ [E] He knew we're just passing through.
_ _ _ [B] They [F#] were love [Bm] songs.
They all were [E] love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ His voice was deep and road grit rough.
And [F#] his hands were big and scarred and tough.
[B] And exquisitely [E] gentle with babies and guitars. _ _
The big wool jacket, black and red, he wore in his workshop out in the shed.
[B] Always smelled of wood smoke [E] and snow and [B] winter _ _ stars.
[E] And all of the songs were old songs.
_ [E] He knew we're just passing through. _ _ _
[B] And they were love [B] songs.
They [E] all were love [B] songs.
The way he'd sing them [E] for you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] Now half your weary life's been [C#m] spent in places that he never went.
[E] You've been to California.
[B] You've been to New Orleans.
[G#m] But all you ever see is [C#m] more of the same concrete and big box stores.
[A] You never [E] find the magic of the places that he sang into [Em] your dreams.
[B] _ _ [E] _
[B] And _ [E] all of [E] the songs were old songs.
[B] _ [E] He knew we're just passing through.
_ _ [B] And [E] they were love songs.
[B] They [E] all were love songs.
[B] The way he'd sing them [C#m] for you. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ They were love songs.
Oh, [B] sing me love [F#] songs.
The way he sang them [E] for you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ Well sung. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _