Chords for Grey Hair Mother In The West
Tempo:
79.925 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
There's an old-fashioned cottage [Ab] way out in the west.
[Bb] Those golden memories linger for the one I love [Eb] the best, they sure do.
I'll be singing with the [Ab] angels and enjoying peaceful rest.
[Bb] Memories of my gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
Visions I still see her in [Ab] that old-time rocking chair,
[Bb] While time has gently widened up her locks of golden [Eb] hair.
She would sit beside the window while [Ab] the sun went to its rest,
[Bb] Watching from her cowboy riding from [Eb] the west.
When at last the shades of twilight fast [Ab] were falling into night,
Across [Bb] the valley on the hillside I could spy a [Eb] twinkling light.
She would often say the lamplight it [Ab] would guide me to my rest,
To [Bb] my little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
[Bb] [Eb] Oh boy, one day I left the cottage and [Ab] my little mother here.
[Bb] To ride the lonely ranges it was there I roamed [Eb] for years.
Round the campfire in the evening singing [Ab] songs we cherish best,
Of [Bb] our little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
One day I gets a letter from [Ab] my darling mother dear,
And [Bb] it read, come home and see me, my time is [Eb] drawing near.
That night I gazed across the valley there [Ab] a twinkling light did shine,
From [Bb] our cottage window deep the lonely [Eb] pine.
Now she's gone to join the angels where [Ab] her troubles all are o'er,
And [Bb] I know that she'll be happy on the bright and golden [Eb] shore.
When the roll is called up yonder may [Ab] I meet that final test,
Meet [Bb] my little gray-haired mother [Eb] way out west.
There's an old-fashioned cottage [Ab] way out in the west.
[Bb] Those golden memories linger for the one I love [Eb] the best, they sure do.
I'll be singing with the [Ab] angels and enjoying peaceful rest.
[Bb] Memories of my gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
Visions I still see her in [Ab] that old-time rocking chair,
[Bb] While time has gently widened up her locks of golden [Eb] hair.
She would sit beside the window while [Ab] the sun went to its rest,
[Bb] Watching from her cowboy riding from [Eb] the west.
When at last the shades of twilight fast [Ab] were falling into night,
Across [Bb] the valley on the hillside I could spy a [Eb] twinkling light.
She would often say the lamplight it [Ab] would guide me to my rest,
To [Bb] my little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
[Bb] [Eb] Oh boy, one day I left the cottage and [Ab] my little mother here.
[Bb] To ride the lonely ranges it was there I roamed [Eb] for years.
Round the campfire in the evening singing [Ab] songs we cherish best,
Of [Bb] our little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
One day I gets a letter from [Ab] my darling mother dear,
And [Bb] it read, come home and see me, my time is [Eb] drawing near.
That night I gazed across the valley there [Ab] a twinkling light did shine,
From [Bb] our cottage window deep the lonely [Eb] pine.
Now she's gone to join the angels where [Ab] her troubles all are o'er,
And [Bb] I know that she'll be happy on the bright and golden [Eb] shore.
When the roll is called up yonder may [Ab] I meet that final test,
Meet [Bb] my little gray-haired mother [Eb] way out west.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Eb
Bb
Ab
Eb
Bb
[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ There's an old-fashioned cottage [Ab] way out in the west.
[Bb] Those golden memories linger for the one I love [Eb] the best, they sure do.
I'll be singing with the [Ab] angels and enjoying peaceful rest.
[Bb] Memories of my gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ _ Visions I still see her in [Ab] that old-time rocking chair,
[Bb] While time has gently widened up her locks of golden [Eb] hair.
_ She would sit beside the window while [Ab] the sun went to its rest,
[Bb] Watching from her cowboy riding from [Eb] the west.
When at last the shades of twilight fast [Ab] were falling into night,
Across [Bb] the valley on the hillside I could spy a [Eb] twinkling light. _
She would often say the lamplight it [Ab] would guide me to my rest,
To [Bb] my little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Oh boy, one day I left the cottage and [Ab] my little mother here.
[Bb] To ride the lonely ranges it was there I roamed [Eb] for years.
_ Round the campfire in the evening singing [Ab] songs we cherish best,
Of [Bb] our little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ One day I gets a letter from [Ab] my darling mother dear,
And [Bb] it read, come home and see me, my time is [Eb] drawing near.
That night I gazed across the valley there [Ab] a twinkling light did shine,
From [Bb] our cottage window deep the lonely [Eb] pine.
Now she's gone to join the angels where [Ab] her troubles all are o'er,
And [Bb] I know that she'll be happy on the bright and golden [Eb] shore.
_ When the roll is called up yonder may [Ab] I meet that final test,
Meet [Bb] my little gray-haired mother [Eb] way out west. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There's an old-fashioned cottage [Ab] way out in the west.
[Bb] Those golden memories linger for the one I love [Eb] the best, they sure do.
I'll be singing with the [Ab] angels and enjoying peaceful rest.
[Bb] Memories of my gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ _ Visions I still see her in [Ab] that old-time rocking chair,
[Bb] While time has gently widened up her locks of golden [Eb] hair.
_ She would sit beside the window while [Ab] the sun went to its rest,
[Bb] Watching from her cowboy riding from [Eb] the west.
When at last the shades of twilight fast [Ab] were falling into night,
Across [Bb] the valley on the hillside I could spy a [Eb] twinkling light. _
She would often say the lamplight it [Ab] would guide me to my rest,
To [Bb] my little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Oh boy, one day I left the cottage and [Ab] my little mother here.
[Bb] To ride the lonely ranges it was there I roamed [Eb] for years.
_ Round the campfire in the evening singing [Ab] songs we cherish best,
Of [Bb] our little gray-haired mother in [Eb] the west.
_ One day I gets a letter from [Ab] my darling mother dear,
And [Bb] it read, come home and see me, my time is [Eb] drawing near.
That night I gazed across the valley there [Ab] a twinkling light did shine,
From [Bb] our cottage window deep the lonely [Eb] pine.
Now she's gone to join the angels where [Ab] her troubles all are o'er,
And [Bb] I know that she'll be happy on the bright and golden [Eb] shore.
_ When the roll is called up yonder may [Ab] I meet that final test,
Meet [Bb] my little gray-haired mother [Eb] way out west. _ _ _
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