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