Chords for Happy Traum - Mississippi John - Live at McCabe's
Tempo:
182.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
So another great influence on our playing, all of us, was the great
Mississippi John Hurt.
And who's that?
I just [E] pulled it out of a hat, I don't know.
My favorite guitar player.
Yeah, did you get to hear him play [B] live?
Yes, many times.
Yeah, me too.
And he only had a short span of time that he was playing in the North for
white kids like us, but those were very formative years for a lot of people.
So after John passed away a few years later, I wrote the song in his [E] honor and
I've been singing it ever since.
[B] And we're gonna try to sort of incorporate
some of John Hurt's tunes into this song, see what comes out.
This is highly
improvisational, shall we say.
[E]
You know Mississippi John, he's long [A]
gone.
[E] We ain't gonna [B] hear his old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may be [F#] wrong.
[B] We're gonna miss old [E] Mississippi John.
Well I loved it so [A] much I can't tell.
[E]
When he sang [B] my Creole Belle, [E] rich land [A] woman and candy man.
[Em] [B] No one could tell it
[F#] like [E] old John can.
[A]
Like this.
[E]
[B]
[E]
[G#] [A]
[F#m]
[E] [G#]
[B]
[E]
Now when Mississippi John [A] walked in a room, [E] put
his guitar [B] into tune, with [E] his old slouch [A] hat, his open [A#m] [B] smile, the whole world sang
and John [E] Hurt [C#m] style.
[A] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] [B]
[E]
Now old Skip [A] James, Mississippi Fred, [E] they're both [D] lying in
[B] the graveyard [E] dead.
Big Bill Broonzy, [A] River Davis too, who's [B] left to [F#m] sing them
[E] old-time blues.
Yes and Mississippi John, [A] he's long gone.
[E] Ain't gonna hear his [B] old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may [F#] be wrong.
[Bm] We're gonna
[B] miss old [E] Mississippi [F#] John.
[A]
[E]
[B]
[E] [G#]
[A] [F#m]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[C#] [A]
[E] [G#] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[F#m] [E]
Let's see what's another song of John's.
How about
[A] [A#] [B] Angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
Miss [B]
Collins weep, [E] Miss Collins moan.
See her son [A] Louis leaving home.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
[B]
The angels laid him [E] away.
Oh boy.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
[B]
Bob shot one, [E]
Louis shot two.
They shot poor Collins, shot [A] him through and through.
Oh [E] the angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
[D] [B] The angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A]
under the clay.
[E]
The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
[B] When the women all heard [E]
that Louis was dead, they all went home and [A] they dressed in red.
[E]
The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
If you know this, sing it with us.
[B] The angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A]
under the clay.
[E]
The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
[B]
[E] Don't you think it's odd to see poor Louis in [A] that new graveyard?
Oh [E] the angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
[A] [A#] [B]
The angels laid him [E]
away.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Pick it again Jim.
[A] [B]
[E]
[D] [E] [A]
[E]
[B] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[B] [E] Sing the chorus one more time.
[B] The angels laid [E] him away.
They laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Thank you [N] all so much.
Mississippi John Hurt.
And who's that?
I just [E] pulled it out of a hat, I don't know.
My favorite guitar player.
Yeah, did you get to hear him play [B] live?
Yes, many times.
Yeah, me too.
And he only had a short span of time that he was playing in the North for
white kids like us, but those were very formative years for a lot of people.
So after John passed away a few years later, I wrote the song in his [E] honor and
I've been singing it ever since.
[B] And we're gonna try to sort of incorporate
some of John Hurt's tunes into this song, see what comes out.
This is highly
improvisational, shall we say.
[E]
You know Mississippi John, he's long [A]
gone.
[E] We ain't gonna [B] hear his old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may be [F#] wrong.
[B] We're gonna miss old [E] Mississippi John.
Well I loved it so [A] much I can't tell.
[E]
When he sang [B] my Creole Belle, [E] rich land [A] woman and candy man.
[Em] [B] No one could tell it
[F#] like [E] old John can.
[A]
Like this.
[E]
[B]
[E]
[G#] [A]
[F#m]
[E] [G#]
[B]
[E]
Now when Mississippi John [A] walked in a room, [E] put
his guitar [B] into tune, with [E] his old slouch [A] hat, his open [A#m] [B] smile, the whole world sang
and John [E] Hurt [C#m] style.
[A] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] [B]
[E]
Now old Skip [A] James, Mississippi Fred, [E] they're both [D] lying in
[B] the graveyard [E] dead.
Big Bill Broonzy, [A] River Davis too, who's [B] left to [F#m] sing them
[E] old-time blues.
Yes and Mississippi John, [A] he's long gone.
[E] Ain't gonna hear his [B] old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may [F#] be wrong.
[Bm] We're gonna
[B] miss old [E] Mississippi [F#] John.
[A]
[E]
[B]
[E] [G#]
[A] [F#m]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[C#] [A]
[E] [G#] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[F#m] [E]
Let's see what's another song of John's.
How about
[A] [A#] [B] Angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
Miss [B]
Collins weep, [E] Miss Collins moan.
See her son [A] Louis leaving home.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
[B]
The angels laid him [E] away.
Oh boy.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
[B]
Bob shot one, [E]
Louis shot two.
They shot poor Collins, shot [A] him through and through.
Oh [E] the angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
[D] [B] The angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A]
under the clay.
[E]
The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
[B] When the women all heard [E]
that Louis was dead, they all went home and [A] they dressed in red.
[E]
The [B] angels laid [E] him away.
If you know this, sing it with us.
[B] The angels laid [E] him away.
Laid him six feet [A]
under the clay.
[E]
The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
[B]
[E] Don't you think it's odd to see poor Louis in [A] that new graveyard?
Oh [E] the angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
[A] [A#] [B]
The angels laid him [E]
away.
Laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Pick it again Jim.
[A] [B]
[E]
[D] [E] [A]
[E]
[B] [E]
[B]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[B] [E] Sing the chorus one more time.
[B] The angels laid [E] him away.
They laid him six feet [A] under the clay.
[E] The angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Thank you [N] all so much.
Key:
E
B
A
F#
G#
E
B
A
_ So another great influence on our playing, all of us, was the great
Mississippi John Hurt.
_ And _ who's that?
_ _ _ I just [E] pulled it out of a hat, I don't know. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My favorite guitar player.
Yeah, did you get to hear him play [B] live?
Yes, many times.
Yeah, me too.
_ And he only had a short span of time that he was playing in the North for
white kids like us, but _ _ those were very formative years for a lot of people.
_ So after John passed away a few years later, _ I wrote the song in his [E] honor and
I've been singing it ever since.
[B] _ And we're gonna try to sort of _ _ incorporate
some of John Hurt's tunes into this song, see what comes out.
This is highly
_ improvisational, shall we say.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know Mississippi John, he's long [A]
gone.
[E] _ _ We ain't gonna [B] hear his old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may be [F#] wrong.
_ [B] We're gonna miss old [E] Mississippi John. _
_ _ _ _ Well I loved it so [A] much I can't tell.
[E]
When he sang [B] my Creole Belle, [E] rich land [A] woman and candy man.
[Em] [B] No one could tell it
[F#] like [E] old John _ can.
[A] _ _ _ _
Like this.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now when Mississippi John [A] walked in a room, [E] put
his guitar [B] into tune, with [E] his old slouch [A] hat, his open _ [A#m] [B] smile, the whole world sang
and John [E] Hurt [C#m] style. _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now old Skip _ [A] James, Mississippi Fred, [E] they're both [D] lying in
[B] the graveyard _ [E] dead.
Big Bill Broonzy, [A] River Davis too, who's [B] left to [F#m] sing them
[E] old-time blues. _ _ _
_ Yes and Mississippi John, [A] he's long gone.
[E] _ Ain't gonna hear his [B] old-time _ [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may [F#] be wrong.
[Bm] _ We're gonna
[B] miss old _ [E] Mississippi [F#] John.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Let's see what's another song of John's.
How about _
_ _ [A] _ [A#] _ [B] _ Angels _ _ laid [E] him away. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Laid him six feet _ [A] under _ the clay.
_ [E] The _ _ [B] angels _ laid [E] him away. _
_ _ Miss [B] _ _ _
Collins weep, _ [E] Miss _ Collins _ _ moan.
_ See her son _ [A] Louis _ leaving _ home.
_ [E] The _ [B] angels laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
The angels _ laid him [E] away.
_ Oh boy. _ _ _
Laid him six feet [A] under _ the clay.
[E] The _ _ [B] angels laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
Bob shot _ one, _ [E]
Louis shot two.
_ They shot poor Collins, shot [A] him through and through.
_ _ Oh [E] the _ angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [B] The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Laid him six feet [A] _
under the clay.
_ [E]
The angels _ [B] _ laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ [B] When the women _ all _ heard [E]
that Louis was dead, _ _ they all went home and [A] they dressed in _ red.
_ [E]
The _ [B] angels laid [E] him away.
If you know this, sing it with us.
[B] _ The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Laid him six feet [A] _
under the clay.
_ [E]
The angels [B] _ _ laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Don't you think it's _ odd to see poor Louis in [A] that new graveyard?
_ _ Oh [E] the _ angels [B] _ laid him [E]
away.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [A#] _ [B] _
The angels _ laid him [E]
away. _ _ _ _ _ _
Laid him six feet [A] under _ _ the clay.
_ [E] The _ angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Pick it again Jim.
_ [A] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [E] Sing the chorus one more time.
_ [B] _ The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ They _ laid him six feet [A] under _ the clay.
[E] The _ angels [B] _ laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Thank you [N] all so much.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mississippi John Hurt.
_ And _ who's that?
_ _ _ I just [E] pulled it out of a hat, I don't know. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My favorite guitar player.
Yeah, did you get to hear him play [B] live?
Yes, many times.
Yeah, me too.
_ And he only had a short span of time that he was playing in the North for
white kids like us, but _ _ those were very formative years for a lot of people.
_ So after John passed away a few years later, _ I wrote the song in his [E] honor and
I've been singing it ever since.
[B] _ And we're gonna try to sort of _ _ incorporate
some of John Hurt's tunes into this song, see what comes out.
This is highly
_ improvisational, shall we say.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know Mississippi John, he's long [A]
gone.
[E] _ _ We ain't gonna [B] hear his old-time [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may be [F#] wrong.
_ [B] We're gonna miss old [E] Mississippi John. _
_ _ _ _ Well I loved it so [A] much I can't tell.
[E]
When he sang [B] my Creole Belle, [E] rich land [A] woman and candy man.
[Em] [B] No one could tell it
[F#] like [E] old John _ can.
[A] _ _ _ _
Like this.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now when Mississippi John [A] walked in a room, [E] put
his guitar [B] into tune, with [E] his old slouch [A] hat, his open _ [A#m] [B] smile, the whole world sang
and John [E] Hurt [C#m] style. _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now old Skip _ [A] James, Mississippi Fred, [E] they're both [D] lying in
[B] the graveyard _ [E] dead.
Big Bill Broonzy, [A] River Davis too, who's [B] left to [F#m] sing them
[E] old-time blues. _ _ _
_ Yes and Mississippi John, [A] he's long gone.
[E] _ Ain't gonna hear his [B] old-time _ [E] songs.
I may be right, [A] I may [F#] be wrong.
[Bm] _ We're gonna
[B] miss old _ [E] Mississippi [F#] John.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Let's see what's another song of John's.
How about _
_ _ [A] _ [A#] _ [B] _ Angels _ _ laid [E] him away. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Laid him six feet _ [A] under _ the clay.
_ [E] The _ _ [B] angels _ laid [E] him away. _
_ _ Miss [B] _ _ _
Collins weep, _ [E] Miss _ Collins _ _ moan.
_ See her son _ [A] Louis _ leaving _ home.
_ [E] The _ [B] angels laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
The angels _ laid him [E] away.
_ Oh boy. _ _ _
Laid him six feet [A] under _ the clay.
[E] The _ _ [B] angels laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
Bob shot _ one, _ [E]
Louis shot two.
_ They shot poor Collins, shot [A] him through and through.
_ _ Oh [E] the _ angels [B] laid him [E]
away.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [B] The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Laid him six feet [A] _
under the clay.
_ [E]
The angels _ [B] _ laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ [B] When the women _ all _ heard [E]
that Louis was dead, _ _ they all went home and [A] they dressed in _ red.
_ [E]
The _ [B] angels laid [E] him away.
If you know this, sing it with us.
[B] _ The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Laid him six feet [A] _
under the clay.
_ [E]
The angels [B] _ _ laid [E] him away.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Don't you think it's _ odd to see poor Louis in [A] that new graveyard?
_ _ Oh [E] the _ angels [B] _ laid him [E]
away.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [A#] _ [B] _
The angels _ laid him [E]
away. _ _ _ _ _ _
Laid him six feet [A] under _ _ the clay.
_ [E] The _ angels [B] laid [E] him away.
Pick it again Jim.
_ [A] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [E] Sing the chorus one more time.
_ [B] _ The _ _ angels laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ They _ laid him six feet [A] under _ the clay.
[E] The _ angels [B] _ laid [E] him away. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Thank you [N] all so much.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _