Chords for Bones
Tempo:
93.2 bpm
Chords used:
F
Fm
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
When the sun comes up, mama's singing, ain't no king on the brasses.
Sun goes down, she moves on to rise up before her last rest.
Daddy comes down in a gabardine suit, says, go fire up a rocket.
He throws me the keys to the 88, slips and dies.
[Fm] Shakin' [F] them bones,
[Fm] shakin' them bones, shakin' them bones.
Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
[F]
We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces.
We walk in and daddy says, I'm feeling the juices.
There's a crackling going on in the back room and right off the close of the cellar.
He says, let's ride with the devil's good graces, [G] the old milk pours in the lover.
[Fm] [F] Shakin' them bones, [Fm] shakin' them bones, [Fm] shakin' [F] them bones.
Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
[F]
He throws a little Joe from Kokomo and a fever in the funk house.
He ate her from the cater and the preacher's in the whorehouse.
Now there ain't no gambling with loud talk on the streets of glory.
The luthers say, roll them dice and the ones that tell smutty stories.
He sees all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss.
And he's praying to them gambling gods for an Aina Ross on a farting hoff.
Shakin' them bones, oh [G] shakin' them [F] bones, shakin' them bones.
Our baby [C] needs some new pair of [F] shoes.
[C]
Now when the sun comes up, mama's singing, fattening frogs for snakes.
Me and daddy walk in and he says, hey baby, we have what it takes.
He also has some loaded dice, mama says, and she kisses him.
And I'm just glad I didn't have to get you out of the criminal judicial system.
Shakin' them bones, [Fm]
[F] oh shakin' them bones, [Fm]
shakin' [F] them bones.
[F]
Our baby needs some [C] new pair of shoes.
Sun goes down, she moves on to rise up before her last rest.
Daddy comes down in a gabardine suit, says, go fire up a rocket.
He throws me the keys to the 88, slips and dies.
[Fm] Shakin' [F] them bones,
[Fm] shakin' them bones, shakin' them bones.
Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
[F]
We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces.
We walk in and daddy says, I'm feeling the juices.
There's a crackling going on in the back room and right off the close of the cellar.
He says, let's ride with the devil's good graces, [G] the old milk pours in the lover.
[Fm] [F] Shakin' them bones, [Fm] shakin' them bones, [Fm] shakin' [F] them bones.
Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
[F]
He throws a little Joe from Kokomo and a fever in the funk house.
He ate her from the cater and the preacher's in the whorehouse.
Now there ain't no gambling with loud talk on the streets of glory.
The luthers say, roll them dice and the ones that tell smutty stories.
He sees all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss.
And he's praying to them gambling gods for an Aina Ross on a farting hoff.
Shakin' them bones, oh [G] shakin' them [F] bones, shakin' them bones.
Our baby [C] needs some new pair of [F] shoes.
[C]
Now when the sun comes up, mama's singing, fattening frogs for snakes.
Me and daddy walk in and he says, hey baby, we have what it takes.
He also has some loaded dice, mama says, and she kisses him.
And I'm just glad I didn't have to get you out of the criminal judicial system.
Shakin' them bones, [Fm]
[F] oh shakin' them bones, [Fm]
shakin' [F] them bones.
[F]
Our baby needs some [C] new pair of shoes.
Key:
F
Fm
C
G
F
Fm
C
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ When the sun comes up, mama's singing, ain't no king on the brasses.
Sun goes down, she moves on to rise up before her last rest.
Daddy comes down in a gabardine suit, says, go fire up a rocket.
He throws me the keys to the 88, slips and dies.
[Fm] Shakin' _ [F] them bones, _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ shakin' them bones, _ _ shakin' _ them bones.
_ Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces.
We walk in and daddy says, I'm feeling the juices.
There's a crackling going on in the back room and right off the close of the cellar.
He says, let's ride with the devil's good graces, [G] the old milk pours in the lover.
[Fm] _ _ [F] Shakin' them bones, _ _ [Fm] _ _ shakin' them bones, [Fm] _ _ shakin' [F] them bones.
_ Our baby needs some new pair of shoes. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
He throws a little Joe from Kokomo and a fever in the funk house.
He ate her from the cater and the preacher's in the whorehouse.
Now there ain't no gambling with loud talk on the streets of glory.
The luthers say, roll them dice and the ones that tell smutty stories.
He sees all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss.
And he's praying to them gambling gods for an Aina Ross on a farting hoff.
_ Shakin' them bones, _ _ oh [G] shakin' them [F] bones, _ _ _ _ shakin' them _ bones.
Our baby [C] needs some new pair of [F] shoes. _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now when the sun comes up, mama's singing, fattening frogs for snakes.
Me and daddy walk in and he says, hey baby, we have what it takes.
He also has some loaded dice, mama says, and she kisses him.
And I'm just glad I didn't have to get you out of the criminal judicial system.
_ Shakin' them bones, _ [Fm] _
_ [F] oh shakin' them bones, _ [Fm]
shakin' _ [F] _ them bones. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
Our baby needs some [C] new pair of shoes. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ When the sun comes up, mama's singing, ain't no king on the brasses.
Sun goes down, she moves on to rise up before her last rest.
Daddy comes down in a gabardine suit, says, go fire up a rocket.
He throws me the keys to the 88, slips and dies.
[Fm] Shakin' _ [F] them bones, _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ shakin' them bones, _ _ shakin' _ them bones.
_ Our baby needs some new pair of shoes.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces.
We walk in and daddy says, I'm feeling the juices.
There's a crackling going on in the back room and right off the close of the cellar.
He says, let's ride with the devil's good graces, [G] the old milk pours in the lover.
[Fm] _ _ [F] Shakin' them bones, _ _ [Fm] _ _ shakin' them bones, [Fm] _ _ shakin' [F] them bones.
_ Our baby needs some new pair of shoes. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
He throws a little Joe from Kokomo and a fever in the funk house.
He ate her from the cater and the preacher's in the whorehouse.
Now there ain't no gambling with loud talk on the streets of glory.
The luthers say, roll them dice and the ones that tell smutty stories.
He sees all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss.
And he's praying to them gambling gods for an Aina Ross on a farting hoff.
_ Shakin' them bones, _ _ oh [G] shakin' them [F] bones, _ _ _ _ shakin' them _ bones.
Our baby [C] needs some new pair of [F] shoes. _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now when the sun comes up, mama's singing, fattening frogs for snakes.
Me and daddy walk in and he says, hey baby, we have what it takes.
He also has some loaded dice, mama says, and she kisses him.
And I'm just glad I didn't have to get you out of the criminal judicial system.
_ Shakin' them bones, _ [Fm] _
_ [F] oh shakin' them bones, _ [Fm]
shakin' _ [F] _ them bones. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
Our baby needs some [C] new pair of shoes. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _