Chords for Corb Lund - Wine Soaked Preacher
Tempo:
93.85 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [Bm]
[B] [G] [B]
You know he never did marry Faith, took all his energies, was a celibate preacher for
thirty-two good seasons at [E] Hazelwood Hamlet's single room, one and only house of worship
in the [B] trees.
She was the beauty of Bali, in only thirteen years he made his lessons in virtue a little too clear.
On [E] Sunday afternoons, off by themselves in the meadow just outside of town, [A#] [D] did he [B] miss
her, probably had a kiss, or [G#] was it really just a dead [F#] kid teacher?
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're all [F#] the same.
[C#m] Hey, hey, and [D#] the details are fuzzy, [E] ain't enough to divert as it [F#] seems.
In the case of [B] the wine-soaked preacher, [G] [B]
[G] [B]
she tried to fight her way to shore, but never
learned to swim, her lungs filled up with water, she headed down the stream, [Bm] face down, on
up, [E] around the bend, where that old currant said it's [B] worse.
And with the unborn baby of unknown size, there were two dead in the water, but really
three died if [E] you count the preacher's will, but man, you've got his miniature to solve his [B] problems.
[F#]
[D#] Did he try to render [E] evidence?
She said, but did he really [F#] try to reach her?
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the case of the [B] wine-soaked preacher, was it a little more venom, a bit less grace,
[B] or a lot more fire, a little less [E] taste?
Well, I don't know exactly what it was, but the sermons were never quite the same [B] after
that, I'll tell you.
He died alone and in on him, I said, that's a fitting fate for an undiscovered diddler,
but a terrible waste [E] of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure, but that [B] became
a he ain't talking.
Nope.
[F#] [D]
[D#] Was he even had a [E] drunkard if another one of [F#] God's poor preachers?
[B] Before we can [E] judge him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the [E] case of the wine-soaked preacher, [F#] [D] [B] did he miss a proper etiquette, or was it really
just a [F#] delicate teacher?
[B] Did he drown her in the [E] river, or did she slip under the [F#] radar, caught a reacher?
[B] Was he evil and a drunkard if another one [F#] of God's poor preachers?
[E] God's poor preachers.
[D] Lacking features [C] in the bleachers [Bm] with wee procedures.
[F#] [B]
[B] [G] [B]
You know he never did marry Faith, took all his energies, was a celibate preacher for
thirty-two good seasons at [E] Hazelwood Hamlet's single room, one and only house of worship
in the [B] trees.
She was the beauty of Bali, in only thirteen years he made his lessons in virtue a little too clear.
On [E] Sunday afternoons, off by themselves in the meadow just outside of town, [A#] [D] did he [B] miss
her, probably had a kiss, or [G#] was it really just a dead [F#] kid teacher?
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're all [F#] the same.
[C#m] Hey, hey, and [D#] the details are fuzzy, [E] ain't enough to divert as it [F#] seems.
In the case of [B] the wine-soaked preacher, [G] [B]
[G] [B]
she tried to fight her way to shore, but never
learned to swim, her lungs filled up with water, she headed down the stream, [Bm] face down, on
up, [E] around the bend, where that old currant said it's [B] worse.
And with the unborn baby of unknown size, there were two dead in the water, but really
three died if [E] you count the preacher's will, but man, you've got his miniature to solve his [B] problems.
[F#]
[D#] Did he try to render [E] evidence?
She said, but did he really [F#] try to reach her?
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the case of the [B] wine-soaked preacher, was it a little more venom, a bit less grace,
[B] or a lot more fire, a little less [E] taste?
Well, I don't know exactly what it was, but the sermons were never quite the same [B] after
that, I'll tell you.
He died alone and in on him, I said, that's a fitting fate for an undiscovered diddler,
but a terrible waste [E] of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure, but that [B] became
a he ain't talking.
Nope.
[F#] [D]
[D#] Was he even had a [E] drunkard if another one of [F#] God's poor preachers?
[B] Before we can [E] judge him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the [E] case of the wine-soaked preacher, [F#] [D] [B] did he miss a proper etiquette, or was it really
just a [F#] delicate teacher?
[B] Did he drown her in the [E] river, or did she slip under the [F#] radar, caught a reacher?
[B] Was he evil and a drunkard if another one [F#] of God's poor preachers?
[E] God's poor preachers.
[D] Lacking features [C] in the bleachers [Bm] with wee procedures.
[F#] [B]
Key:
B
E
F#
D
Bm
B
E
F#
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[B] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know he never did marry Faith, took all his energies, was a celibate preacher for
thirty-two good seasons at [E] Hazelwood Hamlet's single room, one and only house of worship
in the [B] trees. _
She was the beauty of Bali, in only thirteen years he made his lessons in virtue a little too clear.
On [E] Sunday afternoons, off by themselves in the meadow just outside of town, _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [D] did he [B] miss
her, probably had a kiss, or [G#] was it really just a dead [F#] kid teacher? _ _
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're all [F#] the same.
_ [C#m] Hey, hey, and [D#] the details are fuzzy, [E] ain't enough to divert as it [F#] seems.
In the case of [B] the wine-soaked preacher, [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ she tried to fight her way to shore, but never
learned to swim, her lungs filled up with water, she headed down the stream, [Bm] face down, on
up, [E] around the bend, where that old currant said it's [B] worse. _
And with the unborn baby of unknown size, there were two dead in the water, but really
three died if [E] you count the preacher's will, but man, you've got his miniature to solve his [B] problems.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[D#] Did he try to render [E] evidence?
She said, but did he really [F#] try to reach her? _
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the case of the [B] wine-soaked preacher, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
was it a little more venom, a bit less grace,
[B] or a lot more fire, a little less [E] taste?
Well, I don't know exactly what it was, but the sermons were never quite the same [B] after
that, I'll tell you.
_ He died alone and in on him, I said, that's a fitting fate for an undiscovered diddler,
but a terrible waste [E] of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure, but that [B] became
a he ain't talking.
Nope.
_ [F#] _ _ [D] _
[D#] Was he even had a [E] drunkard if another one of [F#] God's poor preachers? _
[B] Before we can [E] judge him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the [E] case of the wine-soaked preacher, [F#] _ _ [D] _ [B] did he miss a proper etiquette, or was it really
just a [F#] delicate teacher?
[B] Did he drown her in the [E] river, or did she slip under the [F#] radar, caught a reacher?
[B] Was he evil and a drunkard if another one [F#] of God's poor preachers?
[E] God's poor preachers.
_ [D] Lacking features _ [C] in the bleachers _ [Bm] with wee procedures.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
[B] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know he never did marry Faith, took all his energies, was a celibate preacher for
thirty-two good seasons at [E] Hazelwood Hamlet's single room, one and only house of worship
in the [B] trees. _
She was the beauty of Bali, in only thirteen years he made his lessons in virtue a little too clear.
On [E] Sunday afternoons, off by themselves in the meadow just outside of town, _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [D] did he [B] miss
her, probably had a kiss, or [G#] was it really just a dead [F#] kid teacher? _ _
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're all [F#] the same.
_ [C#m] Hey, hey, and [D#] the details are fuzzy, [E] ain't enough to divert as it [F#] seems.
In the case of [B] the wine-soaked preacher, [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ she tried to fight her way to shore, but never
learned to swim, her lungs filled up with water, she headed down the stream, [Bm] face down, on
up, [E] around the bend, where that old currant said it's [B] worse. _
And with the unborn baby of unknown size, there were two dead in the water, but really
three died if [E] you count the preacher's will, but man, you've got his miniature to solve his [B] problems.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[D#] Did he try to render [E] evidence?
She said, but did he really [F#] try to reach her? _
[B] Before we can judge [E] him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the case of the [B] wine-soaked preacher, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
was it a little more venom, a bit less grace,
[B] or a lot more fire, a little less [E] taste?
Well, I don't know exactly what it was, but the sermons were never quite the same [B] after
that, I'll tell you.
_ He died alone and in on him, I said, that's a fitting fate for an undiscovered diddler,
but a terrible waste [E] of an innocent man, and no one really knows for sure, but that [B] became
a he ain't talking.
Nope.
_ [F#] _ _ [D] _
[D#] Was he even had a [E] drunkard if another one of [F#] God's poor preachers? _
[B] Before we can [E] judge him, remember that we're [F#] all the same.
Hey, [B] hey, and the details are [E] fuzzy, ain't enough to divert [F#] as it seems.
In the [E] case of the wine-soaked preacher, [F#] _ _ [D] _ [B] did he miss a proper etiquette, or was it really
just a [F#] delicate teacher?
[B] Did he drown her in the [E] river, or did she slip under the [F#] radar, caught a reacher?
[B] Was he evil and a drunkard if another one [F#] of God's poor preachers?
[E] God's poor preachers.
_ [D] Lacking features _ [C] in the bleachers _ [Bm] with wee procedures.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _