Chords for Drunkard's Son - Hank Snow
Tempo:
64 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [G#] [F#] [D#] [G#]
[C#] [F#] In an old dusty attic [B] of a tenement house,
[F#] [G#] I wonder [C#] one day,
[F#] And there on [B] her smith's shavings and sheets,
A [F#] [C#] drunkard poor little [F#] boy lives.
Oh, why are you lying [B] up here in the cold?
[F#] What makes you lie on this hard [B] bed?
[E] My father's a drunkard [B] and he [A] beat me [G#] today,
[C#] My darling [F#] older mother [B] is dead.
[F#] I ain't from father [B] and please sir don't tell,
[F#] He beat me [G#] cause I [C#] lost steam.
He [F#] said he would kill me [B] the next time I failed,
[F#] And I'm [C#] so afraid [F#] sir he will.
I'm leaving you here son, I shall [B] dear find,
[F#] But I will be back [B] right away.
[E] But when I returned [G#m] to the [A#m] attic,
[G#] I found [C#] that Jesus [F#] had been there [B] that day.
[F#] The chips and the [B] shavings were there as before,
I [F#] thought the [G#] poor boy lie on his [C#] bed.
[F#] With tears on his cheeks [B] and his hands and his [F#] thighs,
The poor [C#] little fellow [F#] was dead.
A picture of mother [B] lay close to his [F#] heart,
A faint little note by [B] his head.
[E] As I opened the paper my [A#] eyes filled [G#] with [C#] tears,
For these [F#] were the words that [B] I read.
[F#] Hiding with Jesus [B] across the divide,
[F#] With dear mother [A#m] forever I'll dwell,
[F#] And I thank you dear mister [B] for your kindness to me,
And [F#] now it's [C#] alright if [F#] you tell me,
[B]
[C#] [F#] In an old dusty attic [B] of a tenement house,
[F#] [G#] I wonder [C#] one day,
[F#] And there on [B] her smith's shavings and sheets,
A [F#] [C#] drunkard poor little [F#] boy lives.
Oh, why are you lying [B] up here in the cold?
[F#] What makes you lie on this hard [B] bed?
[E] My father's a drunkard [B] and he [A] beat me [G#] today,
[C#] My darling [F#] older mother [B] is dead.
[F#] I ain't from father [B] and please sir don't tell,
[F#] He beat me [G#] cause I [C#] lost steam.
He [F#] said he would kill me [B] the next time I failed,
[F#] And I'm [C#] so afraid [F#] sir he will.
I'm leaving you here son, I shall [B] dear find,
[F#] But I will be back [B] right away.
[E] But when I returned [G#m] to the [A#m] attic,
[G#] I found [C#] that Jesus [F#] had been there [B] that day.
[F#] The chips and the [B] shavings were there as before,
I [F#] thought the [G#] poor boy lie on his [C#] bed.
[F#] With tears on his cheeks [B] and his hands and his [F#] thighs,
The poor [C#] little fellow [F#] was dead.
A picture of mother [B] lay close to his [F#] heart,
A faint little note by [B] his head.
[E] As I opened the paper my [A#] eyes filled [G#] with [C#] tears,
For these [F#] were the words that [B] I read.
[F#] Hiding with Jesus [B] across the divide,
[F#] With dear mother [A#m] forever I'll dwell,
[F#] And I thank you dear mister [B] for your kindness to me,
And [F#] now it's [C#] alright if [F#] you tell me,
[B]
Key:
F#
B
C#
G#
E
F#
B
C#
[B] _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _ [D#] _ _ [G#] _
_ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ In an old dusty attic [B] of a tenement house,
_ [F#] _ [G#] I wonder [C#] one day,
[F#] And there on [B] her smith's shavings and sheets,
A [F#] [C#] drunkard poor little [F#] boy lives.
Oh, why are you lying [B] up here in the cold?
[F#] What makes you lie on this hard [B] bed?
_ [E] My father's a drunkard [B] and he [A] beat me [G#] today,
[C#] My darling [F#] older mother [B] is dead.
[F#] I ain't from father [B] and please sir don't tell,
[F#] He beat me [G#] cause I [C#] lost steam.
He [F#] said he would kill me [B] the next time I failed,
[F#] And I'm [C#] so afraid [F#] sir he will.
I'm leaving you here son, I shall [B] dear find,
[F#] But I will be back [B] right away.
_ [E] But when I returned [G#m] to the [A#m] attic,
[G#] I found [C#] that Jesus [F#] had been there [B] that day.
[F#] The chips and the [B] shavings were there as before,
I [F#] thought the [G#] poor boy lie on his [C#] bed.
[F#] With tears on his cheeks [B] and his hands and his [F#] thighs,
The poor [C#] little fellow [F#] was dead.
A picture of mother [B] lay close to his [F#] heart,
A faint little note by [B] his head.
_ [E] As I opened the paper my [A#] eyes filled [G#] with [C#] tears,
For these [F#] were the words that [B] I read. _
[F#] Hiding with Jesus [B] across the divide,
[F#] With dear mother [A#m] forever I'll dwell,
_ [F#] And I thank you dear mister [B] for your kindness to me,
And [F#] now it's [C#] alright if [F#] you tell me,
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ In an old dusty attic [B] of a tenement house,
_ [F#] _ [G#] I wonder [C#] one day,
[F#] And there on [B] her smith's shavings and sheets,
A [F#] [C#] drunkard poor little [F#] boy lives.
Oh, why are you lying [B] up here in the cold?
[F#] What makes you lie on this hard [B] bed?
_ [E] My father's a drunkard [B] and he [A] beat me [G#] today,
[C#] My darling [F#] older mother [B] is dead.
[F#] I ain't from father [B] and please sir don't tell,
[F#] He beat me [G#] cause I [C#] lost steam.
He [F#] said he would kill me [B] the next time I failed,
[F#] And I'm [C#] so afraid [F#] sir he will.
I'm leaving you here son, I shall [B] dear find,
[F#] But I will be back [B] right away.
_ [E] But when I returned [G#m] to the [A#m] attic,
[G#] I found [C#] that Jesus [F#] had been there [B] that day.
[F#] The chips and the [B] shavings were there as before,
I [F#] thought the [G#] poor boy lie on his [C#] bed.
[F#] With tears on his cheeks [B] and his hands and his [F#] thighs,
The poor [C#] little fellow [F#] was dead.
A picture of mother [B] lay close to his [F#] heart,
A faint little note by [B] his head.
_ [E] As I opened the paper my [A#] eyes filled [G#] with [C#] tears,
For these [F#] were the words that [B] I read. _
[F#] Hiding with Jesus [B] across the divide,
[F#] With dear mother [A#m] forever I'll dwell,
_ [F#] And I thank you dear mister [B] for your kindness to me,
And [F#] now it's [C#] alright if [F#] you tell me,
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _