Chords for Bang the Drum Slowly ~ Emmylou Harris
Tempo:
65.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And as sweet as I had one, I was such a professional,
I let that little thing suck the blood out of me for an entire [A] song.
I just [G] couldn't stop playing that [N] guitar.
[A]
It's a song I wrote about my father.
[D] I had some help [Dm] with a wonderful writer in Nashville.
He's sort of our [D#] poet laureate, [D] [E] Guy Clark. I'm sure.
[A] Well, it was a hard song [A#] to write when my father passed away.
There was so much I wanted [E] to say about him and do him [D] honor.
And [A] sometimes you just get really stuck.
And [Gm] Guy knew my dad.
We'd shared some Thanksgiving dinners with he and his wife.
He understood that my father was someone who had [G] flown probably the most [Am] difficult [Em] airplane ever made,
the Corsair, in World War II.
[N] But he also really knew how to make a really good strong bobcobble.
[E] It's really important to have [A] some balance in one's life.
This is a song about [G] my dad.
[A] I meant to ask you how to fix that car.
I always meant to ask you about the war.
And what you saw [D] across the bridge [A] to fall.
Did it leave a scar?
Or how you navigated wings of fire and steel.
Of [D] where heaven had no more secrets to [A] conceal.
[D] Still you found the ground beneath [A] your wheels.
How did it feel?
[D] Bang the drum [A] slowly.
Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the [A] drum slowly.
Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below [A] me were the lies.
I meant to ask you how [D] when everything seemed [A] lost.
And [D] your faith was in a game of dust they [A] tossed.
There was [D] still that line that you would never [A] cross.
At any cost.
[E] I [A] meant to ask you how you [D] lived what you [A] believed.
[D] With nothing but your heart up your [A] sleeve.
[F#m] And if you [D] ever really were deceived.
[A] By the likes of me.
[E] [D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things [F#m] holy above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
[E] Gone now is [D] the sun.
[A] There is peace tonight all over Arlington.
But the [E] song [F#] of mine [A] [D] will still be sung.
By [A] the light of the moon [F#] you hung.
I meant [A] to ask you how to plow that field.
[D] I meant to bring you water [A] from the well.
Be the one [D] beside you [A] when you fell.
What could you tell?
[E] [A]
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
[B] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [F#] [A]
I let that little thing suck the blood out of me for an entire [A] song.
I just [G] couldn't stop playing that [N] guitar.
[A]
It's a song I wrote about my father.
[D] I had some help [Dm] with a wonderful writer in Nashville.
He's sort of our [D#] poet laureate, [D] [E] Guy Clark. I'm sure.
[A] Well, it was a hard song [A#] to write when my father passed away.
There was so much I wanted [E] to say about him and do him [D] honor.
And [A] sometimes you just get really stuck.
And [Gm] Guy knew my dad.
We'd shared some Thanksgiving dinners with he and his wife.
He understood that my father was someone who had [G] flown probably the most [Am] difficult [Em] airplane ever made,
the Corsair, in World War II.
[N] But he also really knew how to make a really good strong bobcobble.
[E] It's really important to have [A] some balance in one's life.
This is a song about [G] my dad.
[A] I meant to ask you how to fix that car.
I always meant to ask you about the war.
And what you saw [D] across the bridge [A] to fall.
Did it leave a scar?
Or how you navigated wings of fire and steel.
Of [D] where heaven had no more secrets to [A] conceal.
[D] Still you found the ground beneath [A] your wheels.
How did it feel?
[D] Bang the drum [A] slowly.
Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the [A] drum slowly.
Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below [A] me were the lies.
I meant to ask you how [D] when everything seemed [A] lost.
And [D] your faith was in a game of dust they [A] tossed.
There was [D] still that line that you would never [A] cross.
At any cost.
[E] I [A] meant to ask you how you [D] lived what you [A] believed.
[D] With nothing but your heart up your [A] sleeve.
[F#m] And if you [D] ever really were deceived.
[A] By the likes of me.
[E] [D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things [F#m] holy above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
[E] Gone now is [D] the sun.
[A] There is peace tonight all over Arlington.
But the [E] song [F#] of mine [A] [D] will still be sung.
By [A] the light of the moon [F#] you hung.
I meant [A] to ask you how to plow that field.
[D] I meant to bring you water [A] from the well.
Be the one [D] beside you [A] when you fell.
What could you tell?
[E] [A]
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
[B] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [F#] [A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
G
A
D
E
_ _ And as sweet as I had one, I was such a professional,
I let that little thing suck the blood out of me for an entire [A] song.
I just [G] couldn't stop playing that [N] guitar. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
It's a song I _ wrote about my father.
[D] I had some help [Dm] with a wonderful writer in Nashville.
He's sort of our [D#] poet laureate, [D] _ [E] Guy Clark. I'm sure.
[A] Well, it was a hard song [A#] to write when my father passed away.
There was so much I wanted [E] to say about him and do him [D] honor.
And [A] sometimes you just get really stuck.
And [Gm] Guy knew my dad.
We'd shared some Thanksgiving dinners with he and his wife.
He understood that my father was someone who had [G] flown probably the most [Am] difficult [Em] airplane ever made,
the Corsair, in World War II.
[N] But he also really knew how to make a really good strong bobcobble.
[E] It's really important to have [A] some balance in one's life.
_ This is a song about [G] my dad.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ I meant to ask you how to fix that car.
_ _ I always meant to ask you about the war.
_ And what you saw [D] across the bridge [A] to fall.
_ Did it leave a scar? _
Or how you navigated wings of fire and steel. _
Of [D] where heaven had no more secrets to [A] conceal. _
_ [D] Still you found the ground beneath [A] your wheels. _
How did it feel?
_ [D] Bang the drum [A] slowly.
Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
_ [D] Bang the [A] drum slowly.
Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below [A] me were the lies. _ _
_ _ I meant to ask you how [D] when everything seemed [A] lost.
_ And [D] your faith was in a game of dust they [A] tossed.
_ There was [D] still that line that you would never [A] cross.
_ At any cost.
[E] I [A] meant to ask you how you [D] lived what you [A] believed. _ _
[D] With nothing but your heart up your [A] sleeve. _ _
[F#m] And if you [D] ever really were deceived.
[A] _ By the likes of me.
_ [E] _ [D] _ Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] _ Speak of things [F#m] holy above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
_ _ [E] Gone now is _ [D] the sun.
_ [A] There is peace tonight all over Arlington.
_ _ But the [E] song [F#] of mine [A] [D] will still be sung.
By [A] the light of the moon [F#] you hung.
_ I meant [A] to ask you how to plow that field. _ _
[D] I meant to bring you water [A] from the well. _ _ _
Be the one [D] beside you [A] when you fell.
What could you tell?
_ _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
_ [D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
_ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _
I let that little thing suck the blood out of me for an entire [A] song.
I just [G] couldn't stop playing that [N] guitar. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
It's a song I _ wrote about my father.
[D] I had some help [Dm] with a wonderful writer in Nashville.
He's sort of our [D#] poet laureate, [D] _ [E] Guy Clark. I'm sure.
[A] Well, it was a hard song [A#] to write when my father passed away.
There was so much I wanted [E] to say about him and do him [D] honor.
And [A] sometimes you just get really stuck.
And [Gm] Guy knew my dad.
We'd shared some Thanksgiving dinners with he and his wife.
He understood that my father was someone who had [G] flown probably the most [Am] difficult [Em] airplane ever made,
the Corsair, in World War II.
[N] But he also really knew how to make a really good strong bobcobble.
[E] It's really important to have [A] some balance in one's life.
_ This is a song about [G] my dad.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ I meant to ask you how to fix that car.
_ _ I always meant to ask you about the war.
_ And what you saw [D] across the bridge [A] to fall.
_ Did it leave a scar? _
Or how you navigated wings of fire and steel. _
Of [D] where heaven had no more secrets to [A] conceal. _
_ [D] Still you found the ground beneath [A] your wheels. _
How did it feel?
_ [D] Bang the drum [A] slowly.
Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
_ [D] Bang the [A] drum slowly.
Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below [A] me were the lies. _ _
_ _ I meant to ask you how [D] when everything seemed [A] lost.
_ And [D] your faith was in a game of dust they [A] tossed.
_ There was [D] still that line that you would never [A] cross.
_ At any cost.
[E] I [A] meant to ask you how you [D] lived what you [A] believed. _ _
[D] With nothing but your heart up your [A] sleeve. _ _
[F#m] And if you [D] ever really were deceived.
[A] _ By the likes of me.
_ [E] _ [D] _ Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] _ Speak of things [F#m] holy above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
_ _ [E] Gone now is _ [D] the sun.
_ [A] There is peace tonight all over Arlington.
_ _ But the [E] song [F#] of mine [A] [D] will still be sung.
By [A] the light of the moon [F#] you hung.
_ I meant [A] to ask you how to plow that field. _ _
[D] I meant to bring you water [A] from the well. _ _ _
Be the one [D] beside you [A] when you fell.
What could you tell?
_ _ _ [E] _ [A] _
[D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Lay the pipe lowly [E] to dust.
E'er returning [A] from dust we begin.
_ [D] Bang the drum slowly.
[A] Speak of things holy [F#m] above.
[D] And below me [A] were the lies.
_ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _