Chords for Billy Murray - You're a Grand Old Flag (1906)
Tempo:
136.9 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
B
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
[Eb] [B]
[Gb] [E] [Eb] [Bb]
[B] [Eb] [Ab]
There's a feeling [Eb] comes a-stealing and it sets [Bm] my [Eb] brain a-reeling when [Ab] I'm [F] listening
to the music [Bb] of a military [B] band.
Any tune like Yankee Doodle simply sets me off my noodle.
It's that patriotic something [Bb] that no one [Abm] can understand.
Way down south in the land of [B] cotton, melody [Bb] untiring, [Eb] ain't [Ab] that inspiring?
Hurrah, hurrah, we'll join the jubilee.
[Gb] And that's going [Ab] down for the Yankees by gun.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] I am for [B] you.
Honest, you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
You're a grand old rag.
You're [B] a high-flying [Eb] flag and forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're [G] the emblem [Ab] of the land I [Bb] love, the home of the free [E] and the brave.
[Eb]
Every [Abm] heart beats true under red, white, [Eb] and blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[Eb]
[Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, keep [Bb] your eye on the [Eb] grand old [B] rag.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Gb]
[B] [Gb] [E]
[Eb] [Bb] [A] [Eb]
[Ab] I'm no [A] cranky, hanky, panky, [B] I'm a dead square, honest [Abm] Yankee, and I'm mighty proud of that
old [D] flag that flies for [Eb] Uncle Sam.
[Ab] Oh, I don't [B] believe in raving, every time I [Eb] see it waving, there's a [Bb] chill runs up my back
that makes me [Ab] glad I'm what I am.
Here's the land with a million [F] soldiers fast, if we could [G] meet them, we'll [Ab] fight for freedom.
Hurrah, [Fm] hurrah, for [Db] every [F] Yankee tar, and [Eb] old G-A-R, [Fm] every stripe, every star.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] that's all to you.
[Bb] Honest, [D] you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
[Ab] You're a grand old rag, you're a high flying [Bbm] flag, [C] and [Bbm] forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're the [Bbm] emblem of the [Cm] land I [D] love, the home of the free [Eb] and the brave.
[Ab] Every heart beats true under red, white, and [Eb] blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[B] [Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, [Bb] keep your eye [G] on the [Eb] grand [N] old rag.
Oh, [Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Ab] oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[N]
[Eb] [B]
[Gb] [E] [Eb] [Bb]
[B] [Eb] [Ab]
There's a feeling [Eb] comes a-stealing and it sets [Bm] my [Eb] brain a-reeling when [Ab] I'm [F] listening
to the music [Bb] of a military [B] band.
Any tune like Yankee Doodle simply sets me off my noodle.
It's that patriotic something [Bb] that no one [Abm] can understand.
Way down south in the land of [B] cotton, melody [Bb] untiring, [Eb] ain't [Ab] that inspiring?
Hurrah, hurrah, we'll join the jubilee.
[Gb] And that's going [Ab] down for the Yankees by gun.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] I am for [B] you.
Honest, you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
You're a grand old rag.
You're [B] a high-flying [Eb] flag and forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're [G] the emblem [Ab] of the land I [Bb] love, the home of the free [E] and the brave.
[Eb]
Every [Abm] heart beats true under red, white, [Eb] and blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[Eb]
[Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, keep [Bb] your eye on the [Eb] grand old [B] rag.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Gb]
[B] [Gb] [E]
[Eb] [Bb] [A] [Eb]
[Ab] I'm no [A] cranky, hanky, panky, [B] I'm a dead square, honest [Abm] Yankee, and I'm mighty proud of that
old [D] flag that flies for [Eb] Uncle Sam.
[Ab] Oh, I don't [B] believe in raving, every time I [Eb] see it waving, there's a [Bb] chill runs up my back
that makes me [Ab] glad I'm what I am.
Here's the land with a million [F] soldiers fast, if we could [G] meet them, we'll [Ab] fight for freedom.
Hurrah, [Fm] hurrah, for [Db] every [F] Yankee tar, and [Eb] old G-A-R, [Fm] every stripe, every star.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] that's all to you.
[Bb] Honest, [D] you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
[Ab] You're a grand old rag, you're a high flying [Bbm] flag, [C] and [Bbm] forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're the [Bbm] emblem of the [Cm] land I [D] love, the home of the free [Eb] and the brave.
[Ab] Every heart beats true under red, white, and [Eb] blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[B] [Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, [Bb] keep your eye [G] on the [Eb] grand [N] old rag.
Oh, [Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Ab] oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[N]
Key:
Eb
Ab
B
Bb
F
Eb
Ab
B
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
There's a feeling [Eb] comes a-stealing and it sets [Bm] my [Eb] brain a-reeling when [Ab] I'm [F] listening
to the music [Bb] of a military [B] band.
Any tune like Yankee Doodle simply sets me off my noodle.
It's that patriotic something [Bb] that no one [Abm] can understand.
Way down south in the land of [B] cotton, _ melody [Bb] _ untiring, [Eb] ain't [Ab] that inspiring? _ _
Hurrah, hurrah, we'll join the jubilee.
[Gb] And that's going [Ab] down for the Yankees by gun.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] I am for [B] you.
Honest, you're a grand [Eb] old rag. _
You're a grand old rag.
You're [B] a high-flying [Eb] flag and forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're [G] the emblem [Ab] of the land I [Bb] love, the home of the free [E] and the brave.
[Eb] _
Every [Abm] heart beats true under red, white, [Eb] and blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[Eb]
[Ab] But good old _ [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, keep [Bb] your eye on the [Eb] grand old [B] rag.
[Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gb] _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [E] _
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] I'm _ no [A] cranky, hanky, panky, [B] I'm a dead square, honest [Abm] Yankee, and I'm mighty proud of that
old [D] flag that flies for [Eb] Uncle Sam.
[Ab] Oh, I don't [B] believe in raving, every time I [Eb] see it waving, there's a [Bb] chill runs up my back
that makes me [Ab] glad I'm what I am.
Here's the land with a million [F] soldiers fast, if we could [G] meet them, we'll [Ab] fight for freedom.
_ Hurrah, [Fm] hurrah, for [Db] every [F] Yankee tar, and [Eb] old G-A-R, [Fm] every stripe, every star.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] that's all to you.
[Bb] Honest, [D] you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
_ [Ab] You're a grand old rag, you're a high flying [Bbm] flag, [C] and [Bbm] forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're the [Bbm] emblem of the [Cm] land I [D] love, the home of the free [Eb] and the brave.
_ [Ab] Every heart beats true under red, white, and [Eb] blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[B] [Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, [Bb] keep your eye [G] on the [Eb] grand [N] old rag. _ _ _ _ _
Oh, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] _
[Ab] oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
There's a feeling [Eb] comes a-stealing and it sets [Bm] my [Eb] brain a-reeling when [Ab] I'm [F] listening
to the music [Bb] of a military [B] band.
Any tune like Yankee Doodle simply sets me off my noodle.
It's that patriotic something [Bb] that no one [Abm] can understand.
Way down south in the land of [B] cotton, _ melody [Bb] _ untiring, [Eb] ain't [Ab] that inspiring? _ _
Hurrah, hurrah, we'll join the jubilee.
[Gb] And that's going [Ab] down for the Yankees by gun.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] I am for [B] you.
Honest, you're a grand [Eb] old rag. _
You're a grand old rag.
You're [B] a high-flying [Eb] flag and forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're [G] the emblem [Ab] of the land I [Bb] love, the home of the free [E] and the brave.
[Eb] _
Every [Abm] heart beats true under red, white, [Eb] and blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[Eb]
[Ab] But good old _ [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, keep [Bb] your eye on the [Eb] grand old [B] rag.
[Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gb] _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [E] _
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] I'm _ no [A] cranky, hanky, panky, [B] I'm a dead square, honest [Abm] Yankee, and I'm mighty proud of that
old [D] flag that flies for [Eb] Uncle Sam.
[Ab] Oh, I don't [B] believe in raving, every time I [Eb] see it waving, there's a [Bb] chill runs up my back
that makes me [Ab] glad I'm what I am.
Here's the land with a million [F] soldiers fast, if we could [G] meet them, we'll [Ab] fight for freedom.
_ Hurrah, [Fm] hurrah, for [Db] every [F] Yankee tar, and [Eb] old G-A-R, [Fm] every stripe, every star.
[F] Red, white, and blue, [Bbm] that's all to you.
[Bb] Honest, [D] you're a grand [Eb] old rag.
_ [Ab] You're a grand old rag, you're a high flying [Bbm] flag, [C] and [Bbm] forever [A] in peace [Eb] may you wave.
You're the [Bbm] emblem of the [Cm] land I [D] love, the home of the free [Eb] and the brave.
_ [Ab] Every heart beats true under red, white, and [Eb] blue [F] where there's never a boast [Bbm] or brag.
[B] [Ab] But good old [Eb] acquaintance be forgot, [Bb] keep your eye [G] on the [Eb] grand [N] old rag. _ _ _ _ _
Oh, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] _
[Ab] oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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