Chords for Cal Smith - MacArthur's Hand
Tempo:
99.65 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] With high cheekbones, dark [D] sad [A] eyes, and shaggy [E] coarse [A] black hair,
The old man squared his shoulders and returned the [E] judge's stare.
[A] When the judge pronounced [D] him guilty to [A] the charge of [E] [A] vagrancy,
[D] He said, I've heard [A] your honor, [E] now your honor, you [A] hear me?
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his kind [E] of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, ribs on hell, [D] when brave men.
[A]
Yes, I once shook [E] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
I've got no job [D] or money, just [A] a few [E] old [A] ragged clothes.
But I'm not a thief [D] or beggar, and [A] it's no crime to [E] be broke.
[A] I hadn't harmed [D] a single soul [A] when they [E] arrested [A] me.
[Bm] [C#] I [D] was fit to fight your [A] war, am I [Bm] not fit to walk your [A] streets?
Now I came [D] through that war unharmed, [A] that's what [E] the records [A] show.
But MacArthur fell [D] and saw the [A] scars that war left on [E] my soul.
[A] And frankly, [D] I don't give a damn
[A] what your kind thinks of [E] me.
[A] I
[D] earned a great [A] man's handshake, [Bm] and that's [E] all the pride [A] I need.
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his [E] kind of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, red hot hell, [D] when brave men [A] turned and ran.
Yes, I once [E] shook the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
Yes, I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
[E] [A]
[N]
[A] [E]
[A] With high cheekbones, dark [D] sad [A] eyes, and shaggy [E] coarse [A] black hair,
The old man squared his shoulders and returned the [E] judge's stare.
[A] When the judge pronounced [D] him guilty to [A] the charge of [E] [A] vagrancy,
[D] He said, I've heard [A] your honor, [E] now your honor, you [A] hear me?
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his kind [E] of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, ribs on hell, [D] when brave men.
[A]
Yes, I once shook [E] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
I've got no job [D] or money, just [A] a few [E] old [A] ragged clothes.
But I'm not a thief [D] or beggar, and [A] it's no crime to [E] be broke.
[A] I hadn't harmed [D] a single soul [A] when they [E] arrested [A] me.
[Bm] [C#] I [D] was fit to fight your [A] war, am I [Bm] not fit to walk your [A] streets?
Now I came [D] through that war unharmed, [A] that's what [E] the records [A] show.
But MacArthur fell [D] and saw the [A] scars that war left on [E] my soul.
[A] And frankly, [D] I don't give a damn
[A] what your kind thinks of [E] me.
[A] I
[D] earned a great [A] man's handshake, [Bm] and that's [E] all the pride [A] I need.
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his [E] kind of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, red hot hell, [D] when brave men [A] turned and ran.
Yes, I once [E] shook the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
Yes, I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand.
[E] [A]
[N]
Key:
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Bm
F#m
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D
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
[A] With high cheekbones, dark [D] sad [A] eyes, and shaggy [E] coarse [A] black hair, _
The old man squared his shoulders _ and returned the [E] judge's stare. _
[A] When the judge pronounced [D] him guilty to [A] the charge of [E] _ [A] vagrancy, _
[D] He said, I've heard [A] your honor, _ [E] now your honor, you [A] hear me?
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his kind [E] of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, ribs on hell, [D] when brave men.
_ [A] _ _ _
Yes, I once shook [E] the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
I've got no job [D] or money, just [A] a few [E] old [A] ragged clothes.
But I'm not a thief [D] or beggar, and [A] it's no crime to [E] be broke. _
[A] I hadn't harmed [D] a single soul [A] when they [E] arrested [A] me.
[Bm] [C#] I [D] was fit to fight your [A] war, _ am I [Bm] not fit to walk your [A] _ streets?
Now I came [D] through that war unharmed, [A] that's what [E] the records [A] show.
But MacArthur fell [D] and saw the [A] scars that war left on [E] my soul. _ _
[A] And frankly, _ [D] I don't give a damn _
[A] what your kind thinks of [E] me.
[A] I _ _
_ [D] _ earned a great [A] man's handshake, _ [Bm] and that's [E] all the pride [A] I need.
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's _ hand. _ _ _
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his [E] kind of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, red hot hell, [D] when brave men [A] turned and ran. _
Yes, I once [E] shook the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
Yes, I once shook [D] the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
[A] With high cheekbones, dark [D] sad [A] eyes, and shaggy [E] coarse [A] black hair, _
The old man squared his shoulders _ and returned the [E] judge's stare. _
[A] When the judge pronounced [D] him guilty to [A] the charge of [E] _ [A] vagrancy, _
[D] He said, I've heard [A] your honor, _ [E] now your honor, you [A] hear me?
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his kind [E] of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, ribs on hell, [D] when brave men.
_ [A] _ _ _
Yes, I once shook [E] the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
I've got no job [D] or money, just [A] a few [E] old [A] ragged clothes.
But I'm not a thief [D] or beggar, and [A] it's no crime to [E] be broke. _
[A] I hadn't harmed [D] a single soul [A] when they [E] arrested [A] me.
[Bm] [C#] I [D] was fit to fight your [A] war, _ am I [Bm] not fit to walk your [A] _ streets?
Now I came [D] through that war unharmed, [A] that's what [E] the records [A] show.
But MacArthur fell [D] and saw the [A] scars that war left on [E] my soul. _ _
[A] And frankly, _ [D] I don't give a damn _
[A] what your kind thinks of [E] me.
[A] I _ _
_ [D] _ earned a great [A] man's handshake, _ [Bm] and that's [E] all the pride [A] I need.
For I once shook [D] the great [A] MacArthur's _ hand. _ _ _
He pinned his medal [D] on me, [A] cause I was his [E] kind of man.
I [A] stood my ground and laughed, red hot hell, [D] when brave men [A] turned and ran. _
Yes, I once [E] shook the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
Yes, I once shook [D] the great _ [A] MacArthur's hand. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _