Chords for Carl Jackson's In His Hands.m2t
Tempo:
127.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
This song here, [E] it's never been a hit, [D#] except when [C#] I wrote it in my notebook, I thought it was a hit.
[D#] But it's really never been recorded [B] that much.
[F#m] It's a special song to me.
[C#] A dear friend of [A#] mine had sent me an email and had talked about how
[C#] a paintbrush [D] in my hand, or the average [A#] person's hand, not too much,
but [B] in the hands of Michelangelo, it works some [C#m] magic.
In an old baseball bat, my hand's not too much, but in Mickey Mantle's hands now,
[C#] or Barry Bonds [D#] and Hank Aaron, it makes [E] a difference.
So, I gave him a little idea for this tune.
It goes like this.
[A] [E]
They called him Mr.
Guitar, [Bm] Chet Atkins was [E] his name.
At nine years old, he swapped a pistol for some old cheap [A] six-string.
Probably a Silverton [E] or Stella, some Sears and [B] Roebuck brand,
but it sounded [A] like a [E] Martin in his hands.
His hero was Merle Tratt, [B] so he'd dick his fingers [E]
numb,
until [Bm] he finally learned the secret of [A] keeping rhythm with his thumb.
Now, if they [E] need a little flat top, and heaven's [A] ain't [C#m] your band,
[E] the good [A] Lord will surely [B] place it [E] in his hands.
[A]
Well, they called [E] him the Commerce Commie, Mickey Mantle was his name,
because he ran faster than the wind across the [A] Oklahoma plains.
He could knock a [E] ball a country mile long before [B] he was a man.
You [E] know, a bat felt [A] like a [Bm] matchstick in his [E] hands.
In 51, the old professor knew the match could not go on,
[B] so he put the mic in center [A] field and brought another pen at home.
Well, that boy could turn a Brooklyn [E] Dodger [B] straight into a Yankee [C#m] fan.
[A] When he put a little [Bm] slugger in his [E] hands.
Well, Faulkner makes me feel the song [A] of a dusty [E] Delta day.
I can taste the salty ocean when I'm reading [A]
Hemingway.
How do the words [E] upon the paper make me feel the [C#m] way they can?
He only [E] had a pen and paper in [A] his hands.
[Em]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
They called him the Messiah, [B] Jesus was his [E] name,
[Em] just a carpenter from [E] Bethlehem who quickly rose [A] to fame,
because he dared to claim [E] his father had sent him to [B] this land
and placed [E] the fate [A] of this whole [E] world in his hands.
[Bm] Well, they scorned him and [E] they mocked him, [B] they put him [E] on the cross.
He [Bm] died there to forgive them [A] so this world would not be lost.
With his blood [Bm] forever [E] washed away [B] the sins of every [C#m] man
when they [E] placed those rusty [B] nails in his [E] hands.
Well, all of us are only pieces in the puzzle [A] of God's plan.
[E] We just have to put [A] our faith in his hands.
This song here, [E] it's never been a hit, [D#] except when [C#] I wrote it in my notebook, I thought it was a hit.
[D#] But it's really never been recorded [B] that much.
[F#m] It's a special song to me.
[C#] A dear friend of [A#] mine had sent me an email and had talked about how
[C#] a paintbrush [D] in my hand, or the average [A#] person's hand, not too much,
but [B] in the hands of Michelangelo, it works some [C#m] magic.
In an old baseball bat, my hand's not too much, but in Mickey Mantle's hands now,
[C#] or Barry Bonds [D#] and Hank Aaron, it makes [E] a difference.
So, I gave him a little idea for this tune.
It goes like this.
[A] [E]
They called him Mr.
Guitar, [Bm] Chet Atkins was [E] his name.
At nine years old, he swapped a pistol for some old cheap [A] six-string.
Probably a Silverton [E] or Stella, some Sears and [B] Roebuck brand,
but it sounded [A] like a [E] Martin in his hands.
His hero was Merle Tratt, [B] so he'd dick his fingers [E]
numb,
until [Bm] he finally learned the secret of [A] keeping rhythm with his thumb.
Now, if they [E] need a little flat top, and heaven's [A] ain't [C#m] your band,
[E] the good [A] Lord will surely [B] place it [E] in his hands.
[A]
Well, they called [E] him the Commerce Commie, Mickey Mantle was his name,
because he ran faster than the wind across the [A] Oklahoma plains.
He could knock a [E] ball a country mile long before [B] he was a man.
You [E] know, a bat felt [A] like a [Bm] matchstick in his [E] hands.
In 51, the old professor knew the match could not go on,
[B] so he put the mic in center [A] field and brought another pen at home.
Well, that boy could turn a Brooklyn [E] Dodger [B] straight into a Yankee [C#m] fan.
[A] When he put a little [Bm] slugger in his [E] hands.
Well, Faulkner makes me feel the song [A] of a dusty [E] Delta day.
I can taste the salty ocean when I'm reading [A]
Hemingway.
How do the words [E] upon the paper make me feel the [C#m] way they can?
He only [E] had a pen and paper in [A] his hands.
[Em]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
They called him the Messiah, [B] Jesus was his [E] name,
[Em] just a carpenter from [E] Bethlehem who quickly rose [A] to fame,
because he dared to claim [E] his father had sent him to [B] this land
and placed [E] the fate [A] of this whole [E] world in his hands.
[Bm] Well, they scorned him and [E] they mocked him, [B] they put him [E] on the cross.
He [Bm] died there to forgive them [A] so this world would not be lost.
With his blood [Bm] forever [E] washed away [B] the sins of every [C#m] man
when they [E] placed those rusty [B] nails in his [E] hands.
Well, all of us are only pieces in the puzzle [A] of God's plan.
[E] We just have to put [A] our faith in his hands.
Key:
E
A
B
Bm
C#m
E
A
B
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ This song here, [E] it's never been a hit, _ [D#] except when [C#] I wrote it in my notebook, I thought it was a hit.
_ _ [D#] But it's really never been recorded _ [B] that much.
[F#m] It's a special song to me.
[C#] A dear friend of [A#] mine had sent me an email and had talked about how
[C#] _ _ _ a paintbrush [D] in my hand, or the average [A#] person's hand, not too much,
but [B] in the hands of Michelangelo, it works some [C#m] _ magic.
In an old baseball bat, my hand's not too much, but in Mickey Mantle's hands now,
[C#] or Barry Bonds [D#] and Hank Aaron, it makes [E] a difference.
So, I gave him a little idea for this tune.
It goes like this. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ They called him Mr.
Guitar, [Bm] Chet Atkins was [E] his name. _
At nine years old, he swapped a pistol for some old cheap [A] six-string.
_ _ Probably a Silverton [E] or Stella, some Sears and [B] Roebuck brand,
_ _ but it sounded [A] like a [E] Martin in his hands.
_ _ His hero was Merle Tratt, [B] so he'd dick his fingers [E]
numb,
until [Bm] he finally learned the secret of [A] keeping rhythm with his thumb.
_ Now, if they [E] need a little flat top, and heaven's [A] ain't [C#m] your band,
_ [E] the good [A] Lord will surely [B] place it [E] in his hands.
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ Well, they called [E] him the Commerce Commie, Mickey Mantle was his name, _
because he ran faster than the wind across the [A] Oklahoma plains.
_ _ He could knock a [E] ball a country mile long before [B] he was a man.
_ _ You [E] know, a bat felt [A] like a [Bm] matchstick in his [E] hands.
_ In 51, the old professor knew the match could not go on,
[B] so he put the mic in center [A] field and brought another pen at home.
Well, that boy could turn a Brooklyn [E] Dodger [B] straight into a Yankee [C#m] fan.
_ _ [A] When he put a little [Bm] slugger in his [E] hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, Faulkner makes me feel the song [A] of a dusty [E] Delta day.
I can taste the salty ocean when I'm reading [A] _
Hemingway.
How do the words [E] upon the paper make me feel the [C#m] way they can? _ _
He only [E] had a pen and paper in [A] his hands.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
They called him the Messiah, _ _ [B] Jesus was his [E] name,
_ _ [Em] just a carpenter from [E] Bethlehem who quickly rose [A] to fame,
_ _ _ because he dared to claim [E] his father had sent him to [B] this land _
and placed [E] the fate [A] of this whole [E] world in his hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] Well, they scorned him and [E] they mocked him, [B] they put him [E] on the cross.
He [Bm] died there to forgive them [A] so this world would not be lost.
_ With his blood [Bm] forever [E] washed away [B] the sins of every [C#m] man _
when they [E] placed those rusty [B] nails in his [E] _ hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, all of us are only pieces in the puzzle [A] of God's plan. _ _ _
[E] We just have to put [A] our faith in his hands. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ This song here, [E] it's never been a hit, _ [D#] except when [C#] I wrote it in my notebook, I thought it was a hit.
_ _ [D#] But it's really never been recorded _ [B] that much.
[F#m] It's a special song to me.
[C#] A dear friend of [A#] mine had sent me an email and had talked about how
[C#] _ _ _ a paintbrush [D] in my hand, or the average [A#] person's hand, not too much,
but [B] in the hands of Michelangelo, it works some [C#m] _ magic.
In an old baseball bat, my hand's not too much, but in Mickey Mantle's hands now,
[C#] or Barry Bonds [D#] and Hank Aaron, it makes [E] a difference.
So, I gave him a little idea for this tune.
It goes like this. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ They called him Mr.
Guitar, [Bm] Chet Atkins was [E] his name. _
At nine years old, he swapped a pistol for some old cheap [A] six-string.
_ _ Probably a Silverton [E] or Stella, some Sears and [B] Roebuck brand,
_ _ but it sounded [A] like a [E] Martin in his hands.
_ _ His hero was Merle Tratt, [B] so he'd dick his fingers [E]
numb,
until [Bm] he finally learned the secret of [A] keeping rhythm with his thumb.
_ Now, if they [E] need a little flat top, and heaven's [A] ain't [C#m] your band,
_ [E] the good [A] Lord will surely [B] place it [E] in his hands.
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ Well, they called [E] him the Commerce Commie, Mickey Mantle was his name, _
because he ran faster than the wind across the [A] Oklahoma plains.
_ _ He could knock a [E] ball a country mile long before [B] he was a man.
_ _ You [E] know, a bat felt [A] like a [Bm] matchstick in his [E] hands.
_ In 51, the old professor knew the match could not go on,
[B] so he put the mic in center [A] field and brought another pen at home.
Well, that boy could turn a Brooklyn [E] Dodger [B] straight into a Yankee [C#m] fan.
_ _ [A] When he put a little [Bm] slugger in his [E] hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, Faulkner makes me feel the song [A] of a dusty [E] Delta day.
I can taste the salty ocean when I'm reading [A] _
Hemingway.
How do the words [E] upon the paper make me feel the [C#m] way they can? _ _
He only [E] had a pen and paper in [A] his hands.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
They called him the Messiah, _ _ [B] Jesus was his [E] name,
_ _ [Em] just a carpenter from [E] Bethlehem who quickly rose [A] to fame,
_ _ _ because he dared to claim [E] his father had sent him to [B] this land _
and placed [E] the fate [A] of this whole [E] world in his hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] Well, they scorned him and [E] they mocked him, [B] they put him [E] on the cross.
He [Bm] died there to forgive them [A] so this world would not be lost.
_ With his blood [Bm] forever [E] washed away [B] the sins of every [C#m] man _
when they [E] placed those rusty [B] nails in his [E] _ hands. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, all of us are only pieces in the puzzle [A] of God's plan. _ _ _
[E] We just have to put [A] our faith in his hands. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _