Chords for Ed Bruce-Medley
Tempo:
87.5 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
C
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
No, no, no.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
A cowboy ain't easy to love.
He's [F] harder to hold.
[G] He'd rather give you a song than silver [C] or gold.
But wise a buck holds a soft faded branch.
[F] Each night begins a new day.
If [G] you can't understand him and he don't die young,
why, he'll probably just ride [C] away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [F]
cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
Cowboys love smoky old breweries and clear [F] mountain mornings.
[G] Little warm puppies and children and girls [C] of the diet.
Them that don't know him won't like him.
Them that [F] do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He [G] ain't wrong, he's just different.
And his pride won't let him do things to make you [C] think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[G] [C] [G]
[C] Thank you.
[N]
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
It's good to be here in Dublin.
Wonderful people, beautiful country.
[E] I grew up in Memphis, Tennessee, which is just down the road a little bit from Nashville.
I started writing songs when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
Here's another song written by an old Memphis boy, Jesse Winchester.
[F#]
[Am] [E] [C#m]
[G#] [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
[A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now you start off with just a little.
[A] [E] Well, I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first sip of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to pour yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first sip of whiskey, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first sip [B] of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
Now you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first cigarette, it burnt your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to light yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
But [A] that first cigarette, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first [B] cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[C#m]
[E] [A]
[E] [C#m] [E] [B]
[E] [Em] [E] That first cheat in love, it made you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cheat in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to find [E] yourself another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first cheat in love, [E] boy, son, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first cheat [B] in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
[A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Well, you start off with just a [A] little.
Till [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[Em] [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Till [E] I just [B]
can't get [E] enough.
I just [B] can't get [E] enough.
[F#] [Am] [E]
[G] Thank you.
[N]
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
No, no, no.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
A cowboy ain't easy to love.
He's [F] harder to hold.
[G] He'd rather give you a song than silver [C] or gold.
But wise a buck holds a soft faded branch.
[F] Each night begins a new day.
If [G] you can't understand him and he don't die young,
why, he'll probably just ride [C] away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [F]
cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
Cowboys love smoky old breweries and clear [F] mountain mornings.
[G] Little warm puppies and children and girls [C] of the diet.
Them that don't know him won't like him.
Them that [F] do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He [G] ain't wrong, he's just different.
And his pride won't let him do things to make you [C] think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[G] [C] [G]
[C] Thank you.
[N]
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
It's good to be here in Dublin.
Wonderful people, beautiful country.
[E] I grew up in Memphis, Tennessee, which is just down the road a little bit from Nashville.
I started writing songs when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
Here's another song written by an old Memphis boy, Jesse Winchester.
[F#]
[Am] [E] [C#m]
[G#] [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
[A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now you start off with just a little.
[A] [E] Well, I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first sip of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to pour yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first sip of whiskey, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first sip [B] of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
Now you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first cigarette, it burnt your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to light yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
But [A] that first cigarette, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first [B] cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[C#m]
[E] [A]
[E] [C#m] [E] [B]
[E] [Em] [E] That first cheat in love, it made you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cheat in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to find [E] yourself another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first cheat in love, [E] boy, son, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first cheat [B] in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Evil angel on my shoulder.
[A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Well, you start off with just a [A] little.
Till [E] I just [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[Em] [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Till [E] I just [B]
can't get [E] enough.
I just [B] can't get [E] enough.
[F#] [Am] [E]
[G] Thank you.
[N]
Key:
E
A
C
G
F
E
A
C
[C] _ _ _ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _ _
_ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
_ _ No, no, no.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _
A cowboy ain't easy to love.
He's [F] harder to hold.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] He'd rather give you a song than silver [C] or gold. _ _
_ _ _ But wise a buck holds a soft faded branch.
[F] Each night begins a new day.
If [G] you can't understand him and he don't die young,
why, he'll probably just ride [C] away. _ _ _
_ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys. _ _ _
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over. _
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such. _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [F]
cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _
Cowboys love smoky old breweries and clear [F] mountain mornings.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Little warm puppies and children and girls [C] of the diet. _ _ _
_ _ Them that don't know him won't like him.
Them that [F] do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He [G] ain't wrong, he's just different.
And his pride won't let him do things to make you [C] think he's right. _ _ _ _
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
_ Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such. _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
_ _ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
_ _ _ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _ _ _ _
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[G] _ [C] _ [G] _
[C] _ Thank you.
_ _ _ [N] _ _
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
It's good to be here in Dublin.
Wonderful people, beautiful country.
[E] _ _ I grew up in Memphis, Tennessee, which is just down the road a little bit from Nashville.
I started writing songs when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
Here's another song written by an old Memphis boy, Jesse Winchester.
_ [F#] _
_ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [G#] _ _ [E] _ Evil angel on my shoulder.
_ [A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
_ _ Now you start off with just a little.
[A] _ [E] Well, I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
_ Well, that first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first sip of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to pour yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first sip of whiskey, _ [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first sip [B] of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
_ Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
_ Now you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first cigarette, it burnt your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to light yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
But [A] that first cigarette, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first [B] cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
_ Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
_ Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [E] That first cheat in love, it made you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cheat in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to find [E] yourself another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first cheat in love, [E] boy, son, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first cheat [B] in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
_ _ Evil angel on my shoulder.
_ [A] Well, you sure do know [E] your _ stuff.
Well, you start off with just a [A] little.
Till [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[Em] _ [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Till [E] I just _ [B]
can't get [E] enough.
I just [B] can't get [E] enough.
_ [F#] _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [G] Thank you.
_ _ [N] _
_ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
_ _ No, no, no.
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _
A cowboy ain't easy to love.
He's [F] harder to hold.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] He'd rather give you a song than silver [C] or gold. _ _
_ _ _ But wise a buck holds a soft faded branch.
[F] Each night begins a new day.
If [G] you can't understand him and he don't die young,
why, he'll probably just ride [C] away. _ _ _
_ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys. _ _ _
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over. _
Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such. _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [F]
cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _
Cowboys love smoky old breweries and clear [F] mountain mornings.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Little warm puppies and children and girls [C] of the diet. _ _ _
_ _ Them that don't know him won't like him.
Them that [F] do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He [G] ain't wrong, he's just different.
And his pride won't let him do things to make you [C] think he's right. _ _ _ _
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
_ Make them be doctors and [C] lawyers and such. _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
_ _ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
_ _ _ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them over.
Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _ _ _ _
[G] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[G] _ [C] _ [G] _
[C] _ Thank you.
_ _ _ [N] _ _
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
It's good to be here in Dublin.
Wonderful people, beautiful country.
[E] _ _ I grew up in Memphis, Tennessee, which is just down the road a little bit from Nashville.
I started writing songs when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
Here's another song written by an old Memphis boy, Jesse Winchester.
_ [F#] _
_ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [G#] _ _ [E] _ Evil angel on my shoulder.
_ [A] Well, you sure do know [E] your stuff.
_ _ Now you start off with just a little.
[A] _ [E] Well, I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
_ Well, that first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first sip of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to pour yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first sip of whiskey, _ [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first sip [B] of whiskey burnt [E] your tongue.
_ Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
_ Now you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
Well, that first cigarette, it burnt your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to light yourself [E] another.
Now, didn't you?
But [A] that first cigarette, [E] boy, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first [B] cigarette, it burnt [E] your eyes.
_ Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know your [E] stuff.
_ Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Well, [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [E] That first cheat in love, it made you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[C#m] That first cheat in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
Now, didn't it?
[A] But you had to find [E] yourself another.
Now, didn't you?
[A] But that first cheat in love, [E] boy, son, do you [A] remember?
[E] That first cheat [B] in love, it made [E] you ashamed.
_ _ Evil angel on my shoulder.
_ [A] Well, you sure do know [E] your _ stuff.
Well, you start off with just a [A] little.
Till [E] I just _ [B]
can't [E] get enough.
[Em] _ [E] Evil angel on my shoulder.
Well, [A] you sure do know [E] your stuff.
Now, you start off with just a little.
[A] Till [E] I just _ [B]
can't get [E] enough.
I just [B] can't get [E] enough.
_ [F#] _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [G] Thank you.
_ _ [N] _