Gibbonsville Gold Chords by Hank Williams Jr
Tempo:
58.575 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
A
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [Bm] [A] [D] [A] [D]
My name [Bm] is Bill Harlan, I'm a God [D]-fearing man.
From the [Bm] lost rebel army, a Tennessee [A] cavalry man.
From [G] Shiloh to Nashville, we made [D] our last stand.
When the [Bm] battles were over, [A] everything we had was [D] gone with the wind.
But I still [Bm] had my family, and the hope [D] and the dream.
And I heard [Bm] of Gold Beaver and the Rocky [A] Mountain Streams.
So we took [G] what we had, and some [D] gold digging gear.
And we headed [Bm] for a new life [A] on the [D] Northwest Frontier.
Montana [Bm] territory, where the [D] winters are cold.
The [Bm] land is full of game, and the creeks [A] are full of gold.
Just [G] west of the mountains is a town they call [D] Givensville.
You can sure [Bm] get gold beaver, you can damn [A] sure get killed.
But I [G] stake my claims, I was [D] raring to go.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I've set [A] out to find the [D] Givensville gold.
Oh, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you start [D] wondering why.
There's a [G] whole lot more down there [D] to be told.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and [A] I'm gonna find that [D] Givensville gold.
Every [Bm] morning at daylight, with the [D] pick and the pan.
Keep an [Bm] eye out for the black feet, keep a [A] rifle near hand.
Back [G] shooters and grizzlies, better stay [D] alert all the time.
Cause the [Bm] only law here in [A] this wild country is the [D] gun and the knife.
[Bm] [A] [D]
In the [Bm] year of our Lord, [D] 1869.
I [Bm] lost my dear son, to a [A] cave-in at the mine.
Yes, [G] I know [D] he's [G] gone, please [D] God rest his soul.
So [Bm] many have died [A] trying to find this damned [D] Givensville gold.
Yeah, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you [D] start wondering why.
Then [G] someone finds a nugget, just as [D] big as your thumb.
And we all go hard [A] at it, from [D] sun until sun.
Yeah, [G] yeah, that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
[C] There's a whole [G] lot more down there, my share of that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
My name [Bm] is Bill Harlan, I'm a God [D]-fearing man.
From the [Bm] lost rebel army, a Tennessee [A] cavalry man.
From [G] Shiloh to Nashville, we made [D] our last stand.
When the [Bm] battles were over, [A] everything we had was [D] gone with the wind.
But I still [Bm] had my family, and the hope [D] and the dream.
And I heard [Bm] of Gold Beaver and the Rocky [A] Mountain Streams.
So we took [G] what we had, and some [D] gold digging gear.
And we headed [Bm] for a new life [A] on the [D] Northwest Frontier.
Montana [Bm] territory, where the [D] winters are cold.
The [Bm] land is full of game, and the creeks [A] are full of gold.
Just [G] west of the mountains is a town they call [D] Givensville.
You can sure [Bm] get gold beaver, you can damn [A] sure get killed.
But I [G] stake my claims, I was [D] raring to go.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I've set [A] out to find the [D] Givensville gold.
Oh, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you start [D] wondering why.
There's a [G] whole lot more down there [D] to be told.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and [A] I'm gonna find that [D] Givensville gold.
Every [Bm] morning at daylight, with the [D] pick and the pan.
Keep an [Bm] eye out for the black feet, keep a [A] rifle near hand.
Back [G] shooters and grizzlies, better stay [D] alert all the time.
Cause the [Bm] only law here in [A] this wild country is the [D] gun and the knife.
[Bm] [A] [D]
In the [Bm] year of our Lord, [D] 1869.
I [Bm] lost my dear son, to a [A] cave-in at the mine.
Yes, [G] I know [D] he's [G] gone, please [D] God rest his soul.
So [Bm] many have died [A] trying to find this damned [D] Givensville gold.
Yeah, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you [D] start wondering why.
Then [G] someone finds a nugget, just as [D] big as your thumb.
And we all go hard [A] at it, from [D] sun until sun.
Yeah, [G] yeah, that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
[C] There's a whole [G] lot more down there, my share of that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
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[E] _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D]
My name [Bm] is Bill Harlan, I'm a God [D]-fearing man.
From the [Bm] lost rebel army, a Tennessee [A] cavalry man.
From [G] Shiloh to Nashville, we made [D] our last stand.
When the [Bm] battles were over, [A] everything we had was [D] gone with the wind.
But I still [Bm] had my family, and the hope [D] and the dream. _
And I heard [Bm] of Gold Beaver and the Rocky [A] Mountain Streams.
So we took [G] what we had, and some [D] gold digging gear.
And we headed [Bm] for a new life [A] on the [D] Northwest Frontier.
Montana [Bm] territory, where the [D] winters are cold.
The [Bm] land is full of game, and the creeks [A] are full of gold.
Just [G] west of the mountains is a town they call [D] Givensville. _
You can sure [Bm] get gold beaver, you can damn [A] sure get killed.
But I [G] stake my claims, I was [D] raring to go.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I've set [A] out to find the [D] Givensville gold.
Oh, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you start [D] wondering why.
There's a [G] whole lot more down there _ [D] to be told.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and [A] I'm gonna find that [D] Givensville gold.
Every [Bm] morning at daylight, with the [D] pick and the pan.
Keep an [Bm] eye out for the black feet, keep a [A] rifle near hand.
Back [G] shooters and grizzlies, better stay [D] alert all the time.
Cause the [Bm] only law here in [A] this wild country is the [D] gun and the knife. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
In the [Bm] year of our Lord, [D] 1869. _
I [Bm] lost my dear son, to a [A] cave-in at the mine.
Yes, [G] I know [D] he's [G] gone, please [D] God rest his soul.
So [Bm] many have died [A] trying to find this damned [D] Givensville gold.
Yeah, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you [D] start wondering why.
Then [G] someone finds a nugget, just as [D] big as your thumb.
And we all go hard [A] at it, from [D] sun until sun.
Yeah, [G] yeah, _ that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
[C] There's a whole [G] lot more down there, my share of that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold. _
My name [Bm] is Bill Harlan, I'm a God [D]-fearing man.
From the [Bm] lost rebel army, a Tennessee [A] cavalry man.
From [G] Shiloh to Nashville, we made [D] our last stand.
When the [Bm] battles were over, [A] everything we had was [D] gone with the wind.
But I still [Bm] had my family, and the hope [D] and the dream. _
And I heard [Bm] of Gold Beaver and the Rocky [A] Mountain Streams.
So we took [G] what we had, and some [D] gold digging gear.
And we headed [Bm] for a new life [A] on the [D] Northwest Frontier.
Montana [Bm] territory, where the [D] winters are cold.
The [Bm] land is full of game, and the creeks [A] are full of gold.
Just [G] west of the mountains is a town they call [D] Givensville. _
You can sure [Bm] get gold beaver, you can damn [A] sure get killed.
But I [G] stake my claims, I was [D] raring to go.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I've set [A] out to find the [D] Givensville gold.
Oh, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you start [D] wondering why.
There's a [G] whole lot more down there _ [D] to be told.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and [A] I'm gonna find that [D] Givensville gold.
Every [Bm] morning at daylight, with the [D] pick and the pan.
Keep an [Bm] eye out for the black feet, keep a [A] rifle near hand.
Back [G] shooters and grizzlies, better stay [D] alert all the time.
Cause the [Bm] only law here in [A] this wild country is the [D] gun and the knife. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
In the [Bm] year of our Lord, [D] 1869. _
I [Bm] lost my dear son, to a [A] cave-in at the mine.
Yes, [G] I know [D] he's [G] gone, please [D] God rest his soul.
So [Bm] many have died [A] trying to find this damned [D] Givensville gold.
Yeah, you [G] find just a little, just [D] enough to get by.
Oh, you [A] dig and you dig, and you [D] start wondering why.
Then [G] someone finds a nugget, just as [D] big as your thumb.
And we all go hard [A] at it, from [D] sun until sun.
Yeah, [G] yeah, _ that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold.
[C] There's a whole [G] lot more down there, my share of that [D] mean mother-in-law.
I've [Bm] made up my mind, and I [A] swear to find that [D] Givensville gold. _
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