Chords for Arlo Guthrie - Oklahoma Hills - Guthrie Center - Oct 5, 2012
Tempo:
94.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Okay, I'm gonna get set up here.
Thank you for coming.
This is our umpteenth annual fall semi.whatever. We have a lot of fun doing it and helping me tonight just spontaneously and really, I [D] mean, out of the blue. [D#] A couple of old friends of mine, Bobby Sweet here on guitar. [N] We have not [G] rehearsed or anything. We don't do that. We don't believe in [N] it. We're just [E] gonna play some songs and see how it goes. [A] Some of you [B] know that this last summer we celebrated what would have been my father's [Am] 100th birthday. And on the [C#] centennial [G] we were [G] out with my entire family, all of my kids, all of the [F] grandkids, 16 of them all together on stage, [D] all singing, all playing. [A] And so it is really even more wonderful to be [C] here tonight with this small group. [F] That was fun. [Em] We're gonna sing, [E] or [A] I'm gonna sing, we're gonna play some of the [G] songs we've been doing for this centennial year. So it'll [B] be a little [E] more of my dad's stuff and what [A] we're doing tonight. And I hope you like it. You [D#] know he never really wrote songs to become popular. [F#] He wrote the kind of songs that were [Gm] important to him, about things that he [G] thought was important, worth writing about. But that didn't [D#] mean that every once in a while, [G] fame or fortune wouldn't bite him [Em] in the butt by accident. And it happened to him. [F#] The first time [G] was in 1945. He had [A] shipped out in the Merchant [D#] Marine, and he was [B] shipping supplies during World War II across [D] the Atlantic. [D#] He was torpedoed twice out there. [G] And I've got a fiddle that he gave me when he got back. He had cartered on it, [E] dropped once, sunk twice. [Bm] So he gets back in 1945, [A] and the ship was [D#] torpedoed in New Jersey. So before he'd come home, he went to a bar [C#] somewhere in Jersey. He walked in, and one of his songs was playing on the jukebox. He didn't even know it had been recorded. He hadn't been out to sea. His cousin [G] was a cowboy singer, [F#m] a hillbilly singer back in those days. [G] And I've heard of him. His [B] name was Jack Guthrie. [Em] Jack had recorded this in 1945, and he became a hit back then. But [D#] Dad didn't say anything. He just kept putting nickels in the jukebox. Played the song over and over, walked around, and everybody said, You know, that's a pretty [E] good song right there. The song went something like this. [A] [F#] [B]
[E]
[A] [B]
[E]
[A] [F#] [B]
[E] I was [A] [F#] [B]
born in a [A] town [F#] called New York. [B] I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. Where [E] the old black cat tree gives [A] me a playful bird [F#] breed. [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, right by my home, [F#] Yonder in the city, [B] over the home of the hill, Where [E] I was [B] born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. Now that I've turned my life away, [A] The land of the [F#] brave old state, [B] Shows up over the hill where [E] I was born. Where the black water rolls and flows, [A] And the snow my cats throw, [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, Right by my [F#] home, yonder [B] reservation, Over the home of the hill, where I was born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born.
Thank you for coming.
This is our umpteenth annual fall semi.whatever. We have a lot of fun doing it and helping me tonight just spontaneously and really, I [D] mean, out of the blue. [D#] A couple of old friends of mine, Bobby Sweet here on guitar. [N] We have not [G] rehearsed or anything. We don't do that. We don't believe in [N] it. We're just [E] gonna play some songs and see how it goes. [A] Some of you [B] know that this last summer we celebrated what would have been my father's [Am] 100th birthday. And on the [C#] centennial [G] we were [G] out with my entire family, all of my kids, all of the [F] grandkids, 16 of them all together on stage, [D] all singing, all playing. [A] And so it is really even more wonderful to be [C] here tonight with this small group. [F] That was fun. [Em] We're gonna sing, [E] or [A] I'm gonna sing, we're gonna play some of the [G] songs we've been doing for this centennial year. So it'll [B] be a little [E] more of my dad's stuff and what [A] we're doing tonight. And I hope you like it. You [D#] know he never really wrote songs to become popular. [F#] He wrote the kind of songs that were [Gm] important to him, about things that he [G] thought was important, worth writing about. But that didn't [D#] mean that every once in a while, [G] fame or fortune wouldn't bite him [Em] in the butt by accident. And it happened to him. [F#] The first time [G] was in 1945. He had [A] shipped out in the Merchant [D#] Marine, and he was [B] shipping supplies during World War II across [D] the Atlantic. [D#] He was torpedoed twice out there. [G] And I've got a fiddle that he gave me when he got back. He had cartered on it, [E] dropped once, sunk twice. [Bm] So he gets back in 1945, [A] and the ship was [D#] torpedoed in New Jersey. So before he'd come home, he went to a bar [C#] somewhere in Jersey. He walked in, and one of his songs was playing on the jukebox. He didn't even know it had been recorded. He hadn't been out to sea. His cousin [G] was a cowboy singer, [F#m] a hillbilly singer back in those days. [G] And I've heard of him. His [B] name was Jack Guthrie. [Em] Jack had recorded this in 1945, and he became a hit back then. But [D#] Dad didn't say anything. He just kept putting nickels in the jukebox. Played the song over and over, walked around, and everybody said, You know, that's a pretty [E] good song right there. The song went something like this. [A] [F#] [B]
[E]
[A] [B]
[E]
[A] [F#] [B]
[E] I was [A] [F#] [B]
born in a [A] town [F#] called New York. [B] I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. Where [E] the old black cat tree gives [A] me a playful bird [F#] breed. [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, right by my home, [F#] Yonder in the city, [B] over the home of the hill, Where [E] I was [B] born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. Now that I've turned my life away, [A] The land of the [F#] brave old state, [B] Shows up over the hill where [E] I was born. Where the black water rolls and flows, [A] And the snow my cats throw, [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, Right by my [F#] home, yonder [B] reservation, Over the home of the hill, where I was born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born.
Key:
E
A
B
F#
G
E
A
B
_ _ _ _ _ Okay, I'm gonna get set up here.
Thank you for coming.
This is our umpteenth annual fall _ _ semi.whatever. _ _ _ We have a lot of fun doing it and helping me tonight just _ spontaneously and really, I [D] mean, out of the blue. [D#] A couple of old friends of mine, Bobby Sweet here on guitar. [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We have not [G] rehearsed or anything. We don't do that. We don't believe in [N] it. _ We're just [E] gonna play some songs and see how it goes. [A] Some of you [B] know that this last summer we celebrated what would have been my father's [Am] 100th birthday. And on the [C#] _ centennial _ _ [G] _ we were [G] out with my entire family, all of my kids, all of the [F] grandkids, 16 of them all together on stage, [D] all singing, all playing. [A] And so it is really even more wonderful to be [C] here tonight with this small group. _ _ [F] That was fun. _ [Em] We're gonna sing, [E] or [A] I'm gonna sing, we're gonna play some of the [G] songs we've been doing for this centennial year. So it'll [B] be a little [E] more of my dad's stuff and what [A] we're doing tonight. And I hope you like it. You [D#] know he never really wrote songs to become popular. [F#] He wrote the kind of songs that were [Gm] important to him, about things that he [G] thought was important, worth writing about. _ But that didn't [D#] mean that every once in a while, [G] fame or fortune wouldn't bite him [Em] in the butt by accident. And it happened to him. [F#] The first time [G] was in 1945. He had [A] shipped out in the Merchant [D#] Marine, and he was [B] shipping supplies during World War II across [D] the Atlantic. [D#] He was torpedoed twice out there. [G] And I've got a fiddle that he gave me when he got back. He had cartered on it, [E] dropped once, sunk twice. _ [Bm] So he gets back in 1945, [A] and the ship was [D#] _ torpedoed in New Jersey. So before he'd come home, he went to a bar [C#] somewhere in Jersey. He walked in, and one of his songs was playing on the jukebox. He didn't even know it had been recorded. He hadn't been out to sea. _ His cousin [G] was a cowboy singer, [F#m] a hillbilly singer back in those days. [G] And I've heard of him. His [B] name was Jack Guthrie. [Em] Jack had recorded this in 1945, and he became a hit back then. But [D#] Dad didn't say anything. He just kept putting nickels in the jukebox. Played the song over and over, walked around, and everybody said, You know, that's a pretty [E] good song right there. The song went something like this. _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] I was _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
born _ _ _ in a _ _ [A] town [F#] called New York. [B] I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. Where [E] the old black cat tree gives [A] me a playful bird [F#] breed. [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, right by my home, [F#] Yonder in the city, [B] over the home of the hill, Where [E] I was [B] born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. Now that I've turned my life away, [A] The land of the [F#] brave old state, [B] Shows up over the hill where [E] I was born. _ Where the black water rolls and flows, [A] And the snow my cats throw, [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. _ _ Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, Right by my [F#] home, yonder [B] reservation, Over the home of the hill, where I was born. _ [E] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. _ _ _ _ _
Thank you for coming.
This is our umpteenth annual fall _ _ semi.whatever. _ _ _ We have a lot of fun doing it and helping me tonight just _ spontaneously and really, I [D] mean, out of the blue. [D#] A couple of old friends of mine, Bobby Sweet here on guitar. [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We have not [G] rehearsed or anything. We don't do that. We don't believe in [N] it. _ We're just [E] gonna play some songs and see how it goes. [A] Some of you [B] know that this last summer we celebrated what would have been my father's [Am] 100th birthday. And on the [C#] _ centennial _ _ [G] _ we were [G] out with my entire family, all of my kids, all of the [F] grandkids, 16 of them all together on stage, [D] all singing, all playing. [A] And so it is really even more wonderful to be [C] here tonight with this small group. _ _ [F] That was fun. _ [Em] We're gonna sing, [E] or [A] I'm gonna sing, we're gonna play some of the [G] songs we've been doing for this centennial year. So it'll [B] be a little [E] more of my dad's stuff and what [A] we're doing tonight. And I hope you like it. You [D#] know he never really wrote songs to become popular. [F#] He wrote the kind of songs that were [Gm] important to him, about things that he [G] thought was important, worth writing about. _ But that didn't [D#] mean that every once in a while, [G] fame or fortune wouldn't bite him [Em] in the butt by accident. And it happened to him. [F#] The first time [G] was in 1945. He had [A] shipped out in the Merchant [D#] Marine, and he was [B] shipping supplies during World War II across [D] the Atlantic. [D#] He was torpedoed twice out there. [G] And I've got a fiddle that he gave me when he got back. He had cartered on it, [E] dropped once, sunk twice. _ [Bm] So he gets back in 1945, [A] and the ship was [D#] _ torpedoed in New Jersey. So before he'd come home, he went to a bar [C#] somewhere in Jersey. He walked in, and one of his songs was playing on the jukebox. He didn't even know it had been recorded. He hadn't been out to sea. _ His cousin [G] was a cowboy singer, [F#m] a hillbilly singer back in those days. [G] And I've heard of him. His [B] name was Jack Guthrie. [Em] Jack had recorded this in 1945, and he became a hit back then. But [D#] Dad didn't say anything. He just kept putting nickels in the jukebox. Played the song over and over, walked around, and everybody said, You know, that's a pretty [E] good song right there. The song went something like this. _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] I was _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
born _ _ _ in a _ _ [A] town [F#] called New York. [B] I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. I was born in a town called New York. Where [E] the old black cat tree gives [A] me a playful bird [F#] breed. [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, right by my home, [F#] Yonder in the city, [B] over the home of the hill, Where [E] I was [B] born. [E] Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. Now that I've turned my life away, [A] The land of the [F#] brave old state, [B] Shows up over the hill where [E] I was born. _ Where the black water rolls and flows, [A] And the snow my cats throw, [B] And I feel like in those hills where [E] I belong. _ _ Way down yonder on the Indian [A] Nation, Right by my [F#] home, yonder [B] reservation, Over the home of the hill, where I was born. _ [E] Way down yonder on the Indian Nation, I wore a [F#] black [B] revivalation, Over the home of the hill, where [E] I was born. _ _ _ _ _