Bobby Bare & Charlie Daniels "Willie Jones" Chords
Tempo:
97.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [G]
Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore.
[Em] I was guard and he was [A] doing time.
[D] And the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie [A] Jones was a friend of mine.
He used to [C] say, buddy, you know where I'm going [G] and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] Talked about the Southland [G] though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never seen [A] a man who [D] loved it more.
[C]
[G] [D] [C]
[G] [D] He talked about the [G] Whippoorwills and the Alabama night.
[Em] Honey, suckle, vine, and [A] sugar cane.
[B] [D] Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles, early morning frost.
[Em] Sleeping [A] under tin roof [D] when it rained.
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pines.
[Em] And a girl with a wavy long chestnut [A] brown.
[D] He talked about the beauty [G] of his Blue Ridge Mountain home.
[Em] That damn thing [A] made me think that [D] I was there.
And [C] he'd say, buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] When a man ain't got no freedom, [G] the time sure passes slow.
[Em] Willie Jones had [A] ten long [D] years to go.
[G] [D]
[C] [G] [D]
And then almost a year now since that hot night in July,
[E] [Em] Willie hit the guard and [A] jumped the fence.
I [D] had my rifle ready, [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] I shot over his [A] head and we ain't [D] seen him since.
Then last week the postman [G] brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address, [A] no reply.
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy again.
[E] But if you're ever down [A] our way, won't you [D] please knock by?
[C] Buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] He talked about the [G] Southland, though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never [A] seen a man [D] love it more.
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[D] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
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[C] [G]
Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore.
[Em] I was guard and he was [A] doing time.
[D] And the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well.
[Em] Willie [A] Jones was a friend of mine.
He used to [C] say, buddy, you know where I'm going [G] and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] Talked about the Southland [G] though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never seen [A] a man who [D] loved it more.
[C]
[G] [D] [C]
[G] [D] He talked about the [G] Whippoorwills and the Alabama night.
[Em] Honey, suckle, vine, and [A] sugar cane.
[B] [D] Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles, early morning frost.
[Em] Sleeping [A] under tin roof [D] when it rained.
Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pines.
[Em] And a girl with a wavy long chestnut [A] brown.
[D] He talked about the beauty [G] of his Blue Ridge Mountain home.
[Em] That damn thing [A] made me think that [D] I was there.
And [C] he'd say, buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] When a man ain't got no freedom, [G] the time sure passes slow.
[Em] Willie Jones had [A] ten long [D] years to go.
[G] [D]
[C] [G] [D]
And then almost a year now since that hot night in July,
[E] [Em] Willie hit the guard and [A] jumped the fence.
I [D] had my rifle ready, [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] I shot over his [A] head and we ain't [D] seen him since.
Then last week the postman [G] brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address, [A] no reply.
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy again.
[E] But if you're ever down [A] our way, won't you [D] please knock by?
[C] Buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] He talked about the [G] Southland, though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never [A] seen a man [D] love it more.
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[C] [G]
[D] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
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Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore.
[Em] I was guard and he was [A] doing time. _
[D] And the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well. _
[Em] Willie [A] Jones was a friend of mine.
He used to [C] say, buddy, you know where I'm going [G] and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] Talked about the Southland [G] though he drifted from its shore. _
[Em] Never seen [A] a man who [D] loved it more.
[C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ He talked about the [G] Whippoorwills and the Alabama night.
_ [Em] Honey, suckle, vine, and [A] sugar cane.
_ [B] _ _ [D] Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles, early morning frost.
[Em] Sleeping [A] under tin roof [D] when it rained.
_ _ Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pines.
[Em] And a girl with a wavy long chestnut [A] brown.
_ _ [D] He talked about the beauty [G] of his Blue Ridge Mountain home.
[Em] That damn thing [A] made me think that [D] I was there.
And [C] he'd say, buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] When a man ain't got no freedom, [G] the time sure passes slow.
[Em] Willie Jones had [A] ten long [D] years to go.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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And then almost a year now since that hot night in July,
[E] [Em] Willie hit the guard and [A] jumped the fence.
I [D] had my rifle ready, [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] I shot over his [A] head and we ain't [D] seen him since. _
Then last week the postman [G] brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address, [A] no reply. _
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy again.
[E] But if you're ever down [A] our way, won't you [D] please knock by? _ _
[C] Buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] He talked about the [G] Southland, though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never [A] seen a man [D] love it more.
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Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore.
[Em] I was guard and he was [A] doing time. _
[D] And the three long years he stayed there, [G] I got to know him well. _
[Em] Willie [A] Jones was a friend of mine.
He used to [C] say, buddy, you know where I'm going [G] and he let me out of here.
[E] Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] Talked about the Southland [G] though he drifted from its shore. _
[Em] Never seen [A] a man who [D] loved it more.
[C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ He talked about the [G] Whippoorwills and the Alabama night.
_ [Em] Honey, suckle, vine, and [A] sugar cane.
_ [B] _ _ [D] Swimming holes and fishing [G] poles, early morning frost.
[Em] Sleeping [A] under tin roof [D] when it rained.
_ _ Talked about a country [G] road and a cabin in the pines.
[Em] And a girl with a wavy long chestnut [A] brown.
_ _ [D] He talked about the beauty [G] of his Blue Ridge Mountain home.
[Em] That damn thing [A] made me think that [D] I was there.
And [C] he'd say, buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] When a man ain't got no freedom, [G] the time sure passes slow.
[Em] Willie Jones had [A] ten long [D] years to go.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
And then almost a year now since that hot night in July,
[E] [Em] Willie hit the guard and [A] jumped the fence.
I [D] had my rifle ready, [G] but I couldn't let it fly.
[Em] I shot over his [A] head and we ain't [D] seen him since. _
Then last week the postman [G] brought a letter to my door.
[Em] Marked no return address, [A] no reply. _
[D] Just said nobody north of [G] Birmingham's gonna see this boy again.
[E] But if you're ever down [A] our way, won't you [D] please knock by? _ _
[C] Buddy, you know where I'm [G] going and he let me out of here.
[E] _ Alabama could be [A] heaven if the Lord was there.
[D] He talked about the [G] Southland, though he drifted from its shore.
[Em] Never [A] seen a man [D] love it more.
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