Chords for An Old Greyhound - Hoyt Axton
Tempo:
80.275 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [C]
An old greyhound [G] named Mahonna Succarose, [F] she's the only woman I [C] really love.
She's a four-speed [G] Liddy and she rolls real easy, [F] there's tequila in the driver [C] she loves.
[F] And we're eye to [C] eye in the pale moonlight, [G] same as you, the [C] stars above.
[F] And we're smoky round the [C] curve, but he ain't got the [G] nerve to mess with the [C] woman I love.
She's got a Detroit [G] diesel and an air-cushion [F] ride, and she smokes at the [C] top of the hill.
She's got an oversized [G] load and a two-lane [F] road, and we don't have [C] time to kill.
[F] Northbound, [C] southbound, eastbound, [G] west, racing [C] trucks and doing our [F] best.
Four-lane [C] freeways, we love [G] best, the highway [C] is our home.
Well, I think I better [G] find me a good truck [F] stop, got a cup of coffee [C] on my mind.
Got a traveling [G] bag, doing one-night [F] stands, and we love it when the [C] gears don't grind.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way [F] we give.
Don't give [C] a damn who you think we [G] am, we're being who we [C] are.
[G] [F] [C]
[G] [F] [C]
[F] [C] [G] [C]
[F] [C] [G] [C]
There's a wreck on the [G] road on a nine-mile [F] bridge, but the honeysuckle [C] rose don't mind.
But she knows that I [G] love her, and I never would [F] let her go blind down the [C] highway.
[F] Just the rose and [C] me and my old CB [G] with the handle of the [C] golden hair.
[F] From the shaky [C] city to the Tennessee [G] line, and four's gonna [C] get me there.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way we [F] give.
Don't give a [C] damn who you think we [G] am, we're being [C] who we are.
[F] And we ride on [C] in the pale [G] moonlight, singing through [C] the stars above.
And [F] the smokey round [C] that curve, well, he ain't got [G] the nerve to mess with the woman [C] [G] [C] I [G]
[C] love.
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An old greyhound [G] named Mahonna Succarose, [F] she's the only woman I [C] really love.
She's a four-speed [G] Liddy and she rolls real easy, [F] there's tequila in the driver [C] she loves.
[F] And we're eye to [C] eye in the pale moonlight, [G] same as you, the [C] stars above.
[F] And we're smoky round the [C] curve, but he ain't got the [G] nerve to mess with the [C] woman I love.
She's got a Detroit [G] diesel and an air-cushion [F] ride, and she smokes at the [C] top of the hill.
She's got an oversized [G] load and a two-lane [F] road, and we don't have [C] time to kill.
[F] Northbound, [C] southbound, eastbound, [G] west, racing [C] trucks and doing our [F] best.
Four-lane [C] freeways, we love [G] best, the highway [C] is our home.
Well, I think I better [G] find me a good truck [F] stop, got a cup of coffee [C] on my mind.
Got a traveling [G] bag, doing one-night [F] stands, and we love it when the [C] gears don't grind.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way [F] we give.
Don't give [C] a damn who you think we [G] am, we're being who we [C] are.
[G] [F] [C]
[G] [F] [C]
[F] [C] [G] [C]
[F] [C] [G] [C]
There's a wreck on the [G] road on a nine-mile [F] bridge, but the honeysuckle [C] rose don't mind.
But she knows that I [G] love her, and I never would [F] let her go blind down the [C] highway.
[F] Just the rose and [C] me and my old CB [G] with the handle of the [C] golden hair.
[F] From the shaky [C] city to the Tennessee [G] line, and four's gonna [C] get me there.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way we [F] give.
Don't give a [C] damn who you think we [G] am, we're being [C] who we are.
[F] And we ride on [C] in the pale [G] moonlight, singing through [C] the stars above.
And [F] the smokey round [C] that curve, well, he ain't got [G] the nerve to mess with the woman [C] [G] [C] I [G]
[C] love.
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Key:
C
G
F
D
C
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F
D
[D] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ An old greyhound [G] named Mahonna Succarose, [F] she's the only woman I [C] really love.
She's a four-speed [G] Liddy and she rolls real easy, [F] there's tequila in the driver [C] she loves.
[F] And we're eye to [C] eye in the pale moonlight, [G] same as you, the [C] stars above.
[F] And we're smoky round the [C] curve, but he ain't got the [G] nerve to mess with the [C] woman I love.
_ She's got a Detroit [G] diesel and an air-cushion [F] ride, and she smokes at the [C] top of the hill.
She's got an oversized [G] load and a two-lane [F] road, and we don't have [C] time to kill.
_ [F] Northbound, [C] southbound, eastbound, [G] west, racing [C] trucks and doing our [F] best.
Four-lane [C] freeways, we love [G] best, the highway [C] is our home.
_ Well, I think I better [G] find me a good truck [F] stop, got a cup of coffee [C] on my mind.
Got a traveling [G] bag, doing one-night [F] stands, and we love it when the [C] gears don't grind.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way [F] we give.
Don't give [C] a damn who you think we [G] am, we're being who we [C] are. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ There's a wreck on the [G] road on a nine-mile [F] bridge, but the honeysuckle [C] rose don't mind.
But she knows that I [G] love her, and I never would [F] let her go blind down the [C] highway.
[F] Just the rose and [C] me and my old CB [G] with the handle of the [C] golden hair.
[F] From the shaky [C] city to the Tennessee [G] line, and four's gonna [C] get me there.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way we [F] give.
Don't give a [C] damn who you think we [G] am, we're being [C] who we are.
[F] And we ride on [C] in the pale [G] moonlight, singing through [C] the stars above.
And [F] the smokey round [C] that curve, well, he ain't got [G] the nerve to mess with the woman [C] _ _ [G] _ [C] I [G] _ _
[C] love.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ An old greyhound [G] named Mahonna Succarose, [F] she's the only woman I [C] really love.
She's a four-speed [G] Liddy and she rolls real easy, [F] there's tequila in the driver [C] she loves.
[F] And we're eye to [C] eye in the pale moonlight, [G] same as you, the [C] stars above.
[F] And we're smoky round the [C] curve, but he ain't got the [G] nerve to mess with the [C] woman I love.
_ She's got a Detroit [G] diesel and an air-cushion [F] ride, and she smokes at the [C] top of the hill.
She's got an oversized [G] load and a two-lane [F] road, and we don't have [C] time to kill.
_ [F] Northbound, [C] southbound, eastbound, [G] west, racing [C] trucks and doing our [F] best.
Four-lane [C] freeways, we love [G] best, the highway [C] is our home.
_ Well, I think I better [G] find me a good truck [F] stop, got a cup of coffee [C] on my mind.
Got a traveling [G] bag, doing one-night [F] stands, and we love it when the [C] gears don't grind.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way [F] we give.
Don't give [C] a damn who you think we [G] am, we're being who we [C] are. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ There's a wreck on the [G] road on a nine-mile [F] bridge, but the honeysuckle [C] rose don't mind.
But she knows that I [G] love her, and I never would [F] let her go blind down the [C] highway.
[F] Just the rose and [C] me and my old CB [G] with the handle of the [C] golden hair.
[F] From the shaky [C] city to the Tennessee [G] line, and four's gonna [C] get me there.
[F] And the way we [C] love is the way we [G] live, and the way we [C] sing is the way we [F] give.
Don't give a [C] damn who you think we [G] am, we're being [C] who we are.
[F] And we ride on [C] in the pale [G] moonlight, singing through [C] the stars above.
And [F] the smokey round [C] that curve, well, he ain't got [G] the nerve to mess with the woman [C] _ _ [G] _ [C] I [G] _ _
[C] love.
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