Chords for Down In The Gulley
Tempo:
76.35 bpm
Chords used:
Am
D
C
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [E] [Am]
[Am] [E] Well, my granddaddy was a good [D] man, no matter [Am] what the papers say.
He worked till he bled for everything he had, brought [G] us up to do the [Am] same.
One afternoon in June, they had us [D] working just [Am] like a couple mils.
My cousin and me [C] were twenty feet [G] deep and covered in red mud [F#] clay.
[G] [Am] Well, we ran pipe from the creek [D] bed through the woods to [Am] the old gray shack.
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels for granddaddy's sour mash stack.
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a [D] secret we all swore to [Am] keep.
Well, my granddaddy knew [C] what the law would do [G] if they ever come snooping [Am] around back.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the [D] gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
Without money, you can't buy nothing, and nothing is a damned old shame.
When you're in the hole, you sell your soul for running [Bm] water [Am] instead of rain.
But where the hills were filled with the smell of [D] cash, cooking in that [Am] copper still,
everybody knew [C] where to get their brood, [G] and that made our family name.
[A] Lord, I'm down in the [Am] gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the moon shines.
[E] [Am] [A]
[Em] [A]
[Am] Well, years and longs passed [D] by.
[C] They couldn't keep the county dry.
One [D] night, the sheriff went to [A] looking for the man who was cooking that bootleg moonshine.
Well, he called the press, and he brought his best to [C] tear our old shack down.
The [D] window was full of stash, [A] my granddaddy laughed, because the shack was a pump house.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where the [D] creek is high.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
It was down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only [C] the moon shines.
[E] [Am] [Em] [F#] [D]
[Am]
[Am] [E] Well, my granddaddy was a good [D] man, no matter [Am] what the papers say.
He worked till he bled for everything he had, brought [G] us up to do the [Am] same.
One afternoon in June, they had us [D] working just [Am] like a couple mils.
My cousin and me [C] were twenty feet [G] deep and covered in red mud [F#] clay.
[G] [Am] Well, we ran pipe from the creek [D] bed through the woods to [Am] the old gray shack.
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels for granddaddy's sour mash stack.
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a [D] secret we all swore to [Am] keep.
Well, my granddaddy knew [C] what the law would do [G] if they ever come snooping [Am] around back.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the [D] gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
Without money, you can't buy nothing, and nothing is a damned old shame.
When you're in the hole, you sell your soul for running [Bm] water [Am] instead of rain.
But where the hills were filled with the smell of [D] cash, cooking in that [Am] copper still,
everybody knew [C] where to get their brood, [G] and that made our family name.
[A] Lord, I'm down in the [Am] gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the moon shines.
[E] [Am] [A]
[Em] [A]
[Am] Well, years and longs passed [D] by.
[C] They couldn't keep the county dry.
One [D] night, the sheriff went to [A] looking for the man who was cooking that bootleg moonshine.
Well, he called the press, and he brought his best to [C] tear our old shack down.
The [D] window was full of stash, [A] my granddaddy laughed, because the shack was a pump house.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where the [D] creek is high.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
It was down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only [C] the moon shines.
[E] [Am] [Em] [F#] [D]
[Am]
Key:
Am
D
C
G
A
Am
D
C
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ Well, my granddaddy was a good [D] man, no matter [Am] what the papers say.
He worked till he bled for everything he had, brought [G] us up to do the [Am] same.
One afternoon in June, they had us [D] working just [Am] like a couple mils.
My cousin and me [C] were twenty feet [G] deep and covered in red mud [F#] clay. _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Am] Well, we ran pipe from the creek [D] bed through the woods to [Am] the old gray shack.
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels for granddaddy's sour mash stack.
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a [D] secret we all swore to [Am] keep.
Well, my granddaddy knew [C] what the law would do [G] if they ever come snooping [Am] around back.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the [D] gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
_ _ _ _ _ Without money, you can't buy nothing, and nothing is a damned old shame.
When you're in the hole, you sell your soul for running [Bm] water [Am] instead of rain.
But where the hills were filled with the smell of [D] cash, cooking in that [Am] copper still,
everybody knew [C] where to get their brood, [G] and that made our family name.
[A] Lord, I'm down in the [Am] gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the moon shines.
[E] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Am] Well, years and longs passed [D] by.
[C] They couldn't keep the county dry.
One [D] night, the sheriff went to [A] looking for the man who was cooking that bootleg moonshine.
Well, he called the press, and he brought his best to [C] tear our old shack down.
The [D] window was full of stash, [A] my granddaddy laughed, because the shack was a pump house.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where the [D] creek is high.
_ Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
It was down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only [C] the moon shines.
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ Well, my granddaddy was a good [D] man, no matter [Am] what the papers say.
He worked till he bled for everything he had, brought [G] us up to do the [Am] same.
One afternoon in June, they had us [D] working just [Am] like a couple mils.
My cousin and me [C] were twenty feet [G] deep and covered in red mud [F#] clay. _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Am] Well, we ran pipe from the creek [D] bed through the woods to [Am] the old gray shack.
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels for granddaddy's sour mash stack.
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a [D] secret we all swore to [Am] keep.
Well, my granddaddy knew [C] what the law would do [G] if they ever come snooping [Am] around back.
Lord, I'm down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the [D] gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
_ _ _ _ _ Without money, you can't buy nothing, and nothing is a damned old shame.
When you're in the hole, you sell your soul for running [Bm] water [Am] instead of rain.
But where the hills were filled with the smell of [D] cash, cooking in that [Am] copper still,
everybody knew [C] where to get their brood, [G] and that made our family name.
[A] Lord, I'm down in the [Am] gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the moon shines.
[E] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Am] Well, years and longs passed [D] by.
[C] They couldn't keep the county dry.
One [D] night, the sheriff went to [A] looking for the man who was cooking that bootleg moonshine.
Well, he called the press, and he brought his best to [C] tear our old shack down.
The [D] window was full of stash, [A] my granddaddy laughed, because the shack was a pump house.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where the [D] creek is high.
_ Lord, I'm down in the gully where only the [Am] moon shines.
It was down in the gully where the creek [D] is high.
[Am] Lord, I'm down in the gully where only [C] the moon shines.
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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