Chords for David Allan Coe - No Place Left To Run
Tempo:
133.55 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[D]
Morning comes so quickly now, [G]
that evening [D] lasts so long.
Trying to find some peace of mind, [E] listening to [A] old songs.
[D] The past is catching up so [G] fast I almost see the gun.
[A] Pointing to my future, [Bm] when there's no [D] place left to run.
And [G] a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta,
if [G] his heart's in [D] Minnesota looking [Am]
[Em] for the [A] Florida sun.
[E] [G] He'll remember back in [A] Dallas how he [D] dreamt of California,
[D] knowing he'd go [A] back to Detroit [Bm] when there's no place [D] left to run.
And I guess I still think [G] about her almost [D] all the time,
wishing there'd been something else [C] I [Em] could have left [A] behind.
[E]
[D] Maybe she'll be waiting [G] there when all is said and done,
[A] somewhere in a rainbow [G] when there's no place [D] left to run.
[G] And a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta,
[G] if his heart's in [A] Minnesota searching [Am] for [Em] the Florida [A] sun.
He'll [G] remember back in [A] Dallas how [A] he dreamt of
[G] California,
[D] knowing he'd go back [A] to Detroit when [Bm] there's no [G] place [D] left to run.
Mm -hmm, cho [G]
-la-la-la -la
[D] Mm -hmm,
[A] hush now don't you cry
Mm-hmm, [A]
[D] [A]
[D]
my daddy was a traveling man
[G] He [D] roamed around the world.
[G] His life's [A] ambition was to [D] be a star.
[G] I grew up [A] on collard greens, [G]
pork and [D] beans, and fatback.
[E] Listening to my dad play his [A] guitar,
[D] I recall [A] the times he [G] used to sit me down [D] and tell me.
[G] Why you see this guitar, son, I've [D] had it quite a spit.
[G] Now the kind of life I live, I know I'm going to heaven.
[E] Cause me and this guitar, [G] we've been [A] through hell.
[Dm] Now I can't say [A] I like your kind [D] of music.
[G] I guess I've [A] always been a simple [D] man.
[G] Well this guitar's old, but [D] I want you to have it.
[E] Why maybe someday, son, [A] you'll understand.
Why the [G]
length of [A] your hair does not matter.
[G] I don't care [A] what kind [D] of songs you sing.
[G] Don't let [A] anybody [D] tell you different.
Don't [E] let anyone step on your [A] dream.
[A] [G] Believe in what [A] you do and do it [D] well, boy.
[G] Don't let [A] anything stand [D] in your way.
[G] Cause it's not the way [B] you look that makes [D] folks listen.
[Bm] It's [G] the kind of [A] songs you sing and [D] what you say.
Well I took my pa's advice, [A] just like this guitar, and I set out to make it [D] on my own.
[G] While things were getting better, [D]
then I got this letter, [E]
saying, Daddy's sick, you [G] better
come [A] on home.
So I hitchhiked all the way to [D] Louisiana.
[G] Yes me and Dad's [A] guitar was [D] going home.
But [G] I got there much too late, and it seemed the [D] hands of fate had left my [A] pa to die there [D] all alone.
No kinfolks will [A] be there to lay him [D] under, [G] cause me and this [A] guitar was all [D] he had.
[G]
So you see, [F#] officer, that's why I'm standing in this graveyard.
Me and this guitar's just playing [A] for my dad.
[D]
Morning comes so quickly now, [G]
that evening [D] lasts so long.
Trying to find some peace of mind, [E] listening to [A] old songs.
[D] The past is catching up so [G] fast I almost see the gun.
[A] Pointing to my future, [Bm] when there's no [D] place left to run.
And [G] a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta,
if [G] his heart's in [D] Minnesota looking [Am]
[Em] for the [A] Florida sun.
[E] [G] He'll remember back in [A] Dallas how he [D] dreamt of California,
[D] knowing he'd go [A] back to Detroit [Bm] when there's no place [D] left to run.
And I guess I still think [G] about her almost [D] all the time,
wishing there'd been something else [C] I [Em] could have left [A] behind.
[E]
[D] Maybe she'll be waiting [G] there when all is said and done,
[A] somewhere in a rainbow [G] when there's no place [D] left to run.
[G] And a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta,
[G] if his heart's in [A] Minnesota searching [Am] for [Em] the Florida [A] sun.
He'll [G] remember back in [A] Dallas how [A] he dreamt of
[G] California,
[D] knowing he'd go back [A] to Detroit when [Bm] there's no [G] place [D] left to run.
Mm -hmm, cho [G]
-la-la-la -la
[D] Mm -hmm,
[A] hush now don't you cry
Mm-hmm, [A]
[D] [A]
[D]
my daddy was a traveling man
[G] He [D] roamed around the world.
[G] His life's [A] ambition was to [D] be a star.
[G] I grew up [A] on collard greens, [G]
pork and [D] beans, and fatback.
[E] Listening to my dad play his [A] guitar,
[D] I recall [A] the times he [G] used to sit me down [D] and tell me.
[G] Why you see this guitar, son, I've [D] had it quite a spit.
[G] Now the kind of life I live, I know I'm going to heaven.
[E] Cause me and this guitar, [G] we've been [A] through hell.
[Dm] Now I can't say [A] I like your kind [D] of music.
[G] I guess I've [A] always been a simple [D] man.
[G] Well this guitar's old, but [D] I want you to have it.
[E] Why maybe someday, son, [A] you'll understand.
Why the [G]
length of [A] your hair does not matter.
[G] I don't care [A] what kind [D] of songs you sing.
[G] Don't let [A] anybody [D] tell you different.
Don't [E] let anyone step on your [A] dream.
[A] [G] Believe in what [A] you do and do it [D] well, boy.
[G] Don't let [A] anything stand [D] in your way.
[G] Cause it's not the way [B] you look that makes [D] folks listen.
[Bm] It's [G] the kind of [A] songs you sing and [D] what you say.
Well I took my pa's advice, [A] just like this guitar, and I set out to make it [D] on my own.
[G] While things were getting better, [D]
then I got this letter, [E]
saying, Daddy's sick, you [G] better
come [A] on home.
So I hitchhiked all the way to [D] Louisiana.
[G] Yes me and Dad's [A] guitar was [D] going home.
But [G] I got there much too late, and it seemed the [D] hands of fate had left my [A] pa to die there [D] all alone.
No kinfolks will [A] be there to lay him [D] under, [G] cause me and this [A] guitar was all [D] he had.
[G]
So you see, [F#] officer, that's why I'm standing in this graveyard.
Me and this guitar's just playing [A] for my dad.
Key:
D
A
G
E
Bm
D
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Morning comes so quickly now, _ [G] _ _ _
that evening [D] lasts so long. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Trying to find some peace of mind, _ [E] _ listening to [A] old songs. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ The past is catching up so [G] fast I almost see the gun.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Pointing to my future, [Bm] when there's no [D] place left to run.
_ And _ _ _ [G] a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta, _
_ _ if _ [G] his heart's in [D] Minnesota looking [Am] _
[Em] for the [A] Florida sun. _ _ _
_ [E] _ [G] He'll remember back in [A] Dallas how he [D] dreamt of _ California, _ _ _ _ _
[D] knowing he'd go [A] back to Detroit [Bm] when there's no place [D] left to run.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I guess I still think [G] about her almost [D] all the time, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ wishing _ there'd been something else [C] I [Em] could have left [A] behind.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ Maybe she'll be waiting [G] there when all is said and _ done,
_ [A] _ somewhere _ in a rainbow [G] when there's no place [D] left to run. _ _ _
_ _ [G] And a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta, _
_ _ _ _ [G] if his heart's in _ [A] Minnesota searching [Am] _ for [Em] the Florida [A] sun. _ _ _ _
_ He'll [G] remember back in [A] Dallas how [A] he dreamt of _
[G] California, _ _ _ _ _
[D] knowing he'd go back [A] to Detroit when [Bm] there's no [G] place [D] left to run.
_ _ _ _ _ Mm _ _ _ _ -hmm, _ _ cho _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
-la-la-la _ -la _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ Mm _ _ _ -hmm, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ hush now _ don't you cry _
Mm-hmm, _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
my daddy was a traveling man _
[G] He _ [D] roamed around the world. _
_ _ _ [G] _ His life's [A] ambition was to [D] be a star. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ I grew up [A] on collard greens, [G] _
pork and [D] beans, and fatback. _ _
[E] Listening to my dad play his [A] guitar, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ I recall [A] the times he [G] used to sit me down [D] and tell me.
_ [G] _ _ Why you see this guitar, son, I've [D] had it quite a spit. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Now the kind of life I live, _ _ _ _ _ I know I'm going to heaven.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ Cause me and this guitar, [G] we've been [A] through hell. _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] Now I can't say [A] I like your kind [D] of music. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I guess I've [A] always been a simple [D] man. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ Well this guitar's old, but _ [D] I want you to have it.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ Why maybe someday, son, _ [A] you'll understand. _
_ _ _ Why the [G] _
length of [A] your hair does not matter.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] I don't care [A] what kind [D] of songs you sing.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Don't let [A] anybody _ [D] tell you different.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Don't [E] let anyone step on your [A] dream.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] Believe in what [A] you do and do it [D] well, boy.
_ _ _ _ [G] Don't let [A] anything stand [D] in your way.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Cause it's not the way [B] you look that makes [D] folks listen.
[Bm] _ _ _ It's [G] the kind of [A] songs you sing and [D] what you say.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well I took my pa's advice, [A] just like this guitar, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
and I set out to make it [D] on my own. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ While things were getting better, _ _ _ [D] _ _
then I got this letter, _ _ [E] _ _ _
saying, Daddy's sick, you [G] better
come [A] on home. _
_ _ _ _ So I hitchhiked all the way to [D] Louisiana. _
_ _ _ _ [G] Yes me and Dad's [A] guitar was [D] going home.
_ _ _ But [G] I got there much too late, and it seemed the [D] hands of fate _ had left my [A] pa to die there [D] all alone. _
_ _ _ No kinfolks will [A] be there to lay him [D] under, _ _ _ _ [G] cause me and this [A] guitar was all [D] he had. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
So you see, [F#] officer, _ that's why I'm standing in this graveyard.
_ _ _ Me and this _ guitar's just playing [A] for my dad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Morning comes so quickly now, _ [G] _ _ _
that evening [D] lasts so long. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Trying to find some peace of mind, _ [E] _ listening to [A] old songs. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ The past is catching up so [G] fast I almost see the gun.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Pointing to my future, [Bm] when there's no [D] place left to run.
_ And _ _ _ [G] a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta, _
_ _ if _ [G] his heart's in [D] Minnesota looking [Am] _
[Em] for the [A] Florida sun. _ _ _
_ [E] _ [G] He'll remember back in [A] Dallas how he [D] dreamt of _ California, _ _ _ _ _
[D] knowing he'd go [A] back to Detroit [Bm] when there's no place [D] left to run.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I guess I still think [G] about her almost [D] all the time, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ wishing _ there'd been something else [C] I [Em] could have left [A] behind.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ Maybe she'll be waiting [G] there when all is said and _ done,
_ [A] _ somewhere _ in a rainbow [G] when there's no place [D] left to run. _ _ _
_ _ [G] And a man can [A] sure get lonely [D] in Atlanta, _
_ _ _ _ [G] if his heart's in _ [A] Minnesota searching [Am] _ for [Em] the Florida [A] sun. _ _ _ _
_ He'll [G] remember back in [A] Dallas how [A] he dreamt of _
[G] California, _ _ _ _ _
[D] knowing he'd go back [A] to Detroit when [Bm] there's no [G] place [D] left to run.
_ _ _ _ _ Mm _ _ _ _ -hmm, _ _ cho _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
-la-la-la _ -la _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ Mm _ _ _ -hmm, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ hush now _ don't you cry _
Mm-hmm, _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
my daddy was a traveling man _
[G] He _ [D] roamed around the world. _
_ _ _ [G] _ His life's [A] ambition was to [D] be a star. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ I grew up [A] on collard greens, [G] _
pork and [D] beans, and fatback. _ _
[E] Listening to my dad play his [A] guitar, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ I recall [A] the times he [G] used to sit me down [D] and tell me.
_ [G] _ _ Why you see this guitar, son, I've [D] had it quite a spit. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Now the kind of life I live, _ _ _ _ _ I know I'm going to heaven.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ Cause me and this guitar, [G] we've been [A] through hell. _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] Now I can't say [A] I like your kind [D] of music. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I guess I've [A] always been a simple [D] man. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ Well this guitar's old, but _ [D] I want you to have it.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ Why maybe someday, son, _ [A] you'll understand. _
_ _ _ Why the [G] _
length of [A] your hair does not matter.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] I don't care [A] what kind [D] of songs you sing.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Don't let [A] anybody _ [D] tell you different.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Don't [E] let anyone step on your [A] dream.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] Believe in what [A] you do and do it [D] well, boy.
_ _ _ _ [G] Don't let [A] anything stand [D] in your way.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Cause it's not the way [B] you look that makes [D] folks listen.
[Bm] _ _ _ It's [G] the kind of [A] songs you sing and [D] what you say.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well I took my pa's advice, [A] just like this guitar, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
and I set out to make it [D] on my own. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ While things were getting better, _ _ _ [D] _ _
then I got this letter, _ _ [E] _ _ _
saying, Daddy's sick, you [G] better
come [A] on home. _
_ _ _ _ So I hitchhiked all the way to [D] Louisiana. _
_ _ _ _ [G] Yes me and Dad's [A] guitar was [D] going home.
_ _ _ But [G] I got there much too late, and it seemed the [D] hands of fate _ had left my [A] pa to die there [D] all alone. _
_ _ _ No kinfolks will [A] be there to lay him [D] under, _ _ _ _ [G] cause me and this [A] guitar was all [D] he had. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
So you see, [F#] officer, _ that's why I'm standing in this graveyard.
_ _ _ Me and this _ guitar's just playing [A] for my dad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _