Chords for Broad, black brimmer - Gary Og & Sean Lyons
Tempo:
114.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
Well, there's a uniform that's high and in [C] which no [G] one is father's son,
A uniform so simple in [D] its style.
Well, [G] it has no braid of gold nor silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has [D] preserved it [G] all the while.
[C] One day she made me try it on [G] a witch of mine for years,
In memory of your father's son, [Em] she said.
[G] And as she placed the sunbrown on [C] she was [G] smiling with her tears,
She placed the broad [D] black from her on [G] me head.
It's just the broad black from her,
[C] A ribbon spread [G] and torn by the carelessness of many's mountain dreads.
And old Trens coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
With [C] the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
[C] The [G] one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black rimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
[C] [G]
[Em]
[G]
[D] [G]
It was the uniform worn [C] by me [G] father's uncle,
His mother's homestead [D] on the run.
It [G] was the uniform he wore in [C] that little [G] church he owned,
When old Father [D] Mackey blessed the [G] Paris one.
[C] And after through some pity [G] and the pardon of the ways,
He wore it when he marched on [Em] with the rest.
But when he [G] wore his body down, the rugged heather brace,
He placed the [D] broad black from her on his [G] breast.
It's just the broad black from her,
[Am] With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the perilous,
The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G] And old Trens coat [Am] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty [Em] many's a day.
[G] Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
It's just the broad [D] black from her [G] on the eye-aree.
It's just the broad black from [C] her,
With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the careless,
[A] The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G]
And old Trens coat [C] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black from her [Dm] on the eye-aree.
Well, there's a uniform that's high and in [C] which no [G] one is father's son,
A uniform so simple in [D] its style.
Well, [G] it has no braid of gold nor silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has [D] preserved it [G] all the while.
[C] One day she made me try it on [G] a witch of mine for years,
In memory of your father's son, [Em] she said.
[G] And as she placed the sunbrown on [C] she was [G] smiling with her tears,
She placed the broad [D] black from her on [G] me head.
It's just the broad black from her,
[C] A ribbon spread [G] and torn by the carelessness of many's mountain dreads.
And old Trens coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
With [C] the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
[C] The [G] one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black rimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
[C] [G]
[Em]
[G]
[D] [G]
It was the uniform worn [C] by me [G] father's uncle,
His mother's homestead [D] on the run.
It [G] was the uniform he wore in [C] that little [G] church he owned,
When old Father [D] Mackey blessed the [G] Paris one.
[C] And after through some pity [G] and the pardon of the ways,
He wore it when he marched on [Em] with the rest.
But when he [G] wore his body down, the rugged heather brace,
He placed the [D] broad black from her on his [G] breast.
It's just the broad black from her,
[Am] With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the perilous,
The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G] And old Trens coat [Am] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty [Em] many's a day.
[G] Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
It's just the broad [D] black from her [G] on the eye-aree.
It's just the broad black from [C] her,
With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the careless,
[A] The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G]
And old Trens coat [C] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black from her [Dm] on the eye-aree.
Key:
G
C
D
Em
Am
G
C
D
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, there's a uniform that's high and in [C] which no [G] one is father's son,
A uniform so simple in [D] its style.
Well, [G] it has no braid of gold nor silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has [D] preserved it [G] all the while. _
[C] One day she made me try it on [G] a witch of mine for years,
In memory of your father's son, [Em] she said. _
[G] And as she placed the sunbrown on [C] she was [G] smiling with her tears,
She placed the broad [D] black from her on [G] me head.
It's just the broad black from her,
[C] A ribbon spread [G] and torn by the carelessness of many's mountain dreads.
And old Trens coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
With [C] the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
[C] The [G] one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black rimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ It was the uniform worn [C] by me [G] father's uncle, _
His mother's homestead [D] on the run.
It [G] was the uniform he wore in [C] that little [G] church he owned,
When old Father [D] Mackey blessed the [G] Paris one.
_ [C] And after through some pity [G] and the pardon of the ways,
He wore it when he marched on [Em] with the rest.
_ But when he [G] wore his body down, the rugged heather brace,
He placed the [D] broad black from her on his [G] breast.
It's just the broad black from her,
[Am] With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the perilous,
The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G] And old Trens coat [Am] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty [Em] many's a day.
[G] Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
It's just the broad [D] black from her [G] on the eye-aree.
It's just the broad black from [C] her,
With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the careless,
[A] The many's of [Em] my grace.
_ [G] _
And old Trens coat [C] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
_ [C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black from her [Dm] on the eye-aree. _ _
Well, there's a uniform that's high and in [C] which no [G] one is father's son,
A uniform so simple in [D] its style.
Well, [G] it has no braid of gold nor silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has [D] preserved it [G] all the while. _
[C] One day she made me try it on [G] a witch of mine for years,
In memory of your father's son, [Em] she said. _
[G] And as she placed the sunbrown on [C] she was [G] smiling with her tears,
She placed the broad [D] black from her on [G] me head.
It's just the broad black from her,
[C] A ribbon spread [G] and torn by the carelessness of many's mountain dreads.
And old Trens coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
With [C] the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
[C] The [G] one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black rimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ It was the uniform worn [C] by me [G] father's uncle, _
His mother's homestead [D] on the run.
It [G] was the uniform he wore in [C] that little [G] church he owned,
When old Father [D] Mackey blessed the [G] Paris one.
_ [C] And after through some pity [G] and the pardon of the ways,
He wore it when he marched on [Em] with the rest.
_ But when he [G] wore his body down, the rugged heather brace,
He placed the [D] broad black from her on his [G] breast.
It's just the broad black from her,
[Am] With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the perilous,
The many's of [Em] my grace.
[G] And old Trens coat [Am] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
[C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty [Em] many's a day.
[G] Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
It's just the broad [D] black from her [G] on the eye-aree.
It's just the broad black from [C] her,
With ribbons [G] spread and torn by the careless,
[A] The many's of [Em] my grace.
_ [G] _
And old Trens coat [C] that's so battle [G]-stained and worn,
And rich as [D] all must thread were [G] at the knee.
_ [C] With the sunbrown puff, [G] with the buckle picking strong,
And a holster that's been empty many's a day.
Modern man claim Ireland's freedom,
The one that's Houston, leave them aware,
The broad black from her [Dm] on the eye-aree. _ _