Chords for IB Music Class 2012: Way Down Hadestown (Cover)
Tempo:
98.5 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Fm
C
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I mean, I'm Johnny, maybe.
[D] Gabby.
Christina.
Gabby.
Julian.
Sheila.
[G] And today we'll be playing Way Down in [D] Hadestown from the folk opera by a native of New York called Hadestown.
[Bb] All aboard!
[Cm]
[Fm] Follow [Cm] that dollar for a long way down, far [C] away from poor [Cm] house door.
How to [Fm] get to hell out to [Cm] Hadestown, makes no difference anymore.
Way [Fm] down in [G] Hadestown, way [Cm] down under the ground.
[Fm] Howling with some [Cm] blow, and the rolling flicking back, nobody [Fm] knows that old [Cm] ringo.
[G] [Cm] Way [Fm] down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
[C]
[Cm]
[C] [Cm]
The good [Fm] night's on the [Cm] go, without eye and lonesome sound.
About [C] a date number [Cm] four, so where's that old date now?
Way down in [G] Hadestown, way down under the [Cm] ground.
You got [Fm] Justin, you cook, you're [Cm] fine, but I'm not starving now.
I'm just a little bloated, want a little more.
[C] Way down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Everybody [Fm] hungry, everybody [C] tired, everybody slaved by the sweat and the brow.
Waging [Fm] a living, working [C] hard in the graveyard.
In Hadestown, way down in Hadestown, way down [Cm] under
[Fm] the ground.
[Cm] There's a penny in the witching well, and a dim nickel on the drum.
Some shiny little peasant bells, where do you think they come from?
Way down on Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Mr.
Hades is the mean old [C] boy, with a silver whistle and a golden scale.
A nine [Fm] for a nine, a waste [Cm] of cost, a nine for a nine, makes so much sense.
[C] The king of the chromium [Cm] throne, took a bottom on a six-inch cell.
With a blue windspill and a favor of [Fm] bronze, you better [C] forget about your [D] witching [Cm] well.
Way down on Hadestown, way [Gm] down under the ground.
[Cm] The Hades is a potty king, must be making some mighty big deals.
Back here [Fm] on the dark earth [Cm] lane, I'd make you wonder [C] how it feels.
[Cm]
Way [Fm] down [C] on [Fm] [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Way down under the ground.
[D] Gabby.
Christina.
Gabby.
Julian.
Sheila.
[G] And today we'll be playing Way Down in [D] Hadestown from the folk opera by a native of New York called Hadestown.
[Bb] All aboard!
[Cm]
[Fm] Follow [Cm] that dollar for a long way down, far [C] away from poor [Cm] house door.
How to [Fm] get to hell out to [Cm] Hadestown, makes no difference anymore.
Way [Fm] down in [G] Hadestown, way [Cm] down under the ground.
[Fm] Howling with some [Cm] blow, and the rolling flicking back, nobody [Fm] knows that old [Cm] ringo.
[G] [Cm] Way [Fm] down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
[C]
[Cm]
[C] [Cm]
The good [Fm] night's on the [Cm] go, without eye and lonesome sound.
About [C] a date number [Cm] four, so where's that old date now?
Way down in [G] Hadestown, way down under the [Cm] ground.
You got [Fm] Justin, you cook, you're [Cm] fine, but I'm not starving now.
I'm just a little bloated, want a little more.
[C] Way down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Everybody [Fm] hungry, everybody [C] tired, everybody slaved by the sweat and the brow.
Waging [Fm] a living, working [C] hard in the graveyard.
In Hadestown, way down in Hadestown, way down [Cm] under
[Fm] the ground.
[Cm] There's a penny in the witching well, and a dim nickel on the drum.
Some shiny little peasant bells, where do you think they come from?
Way down on Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Mr.
Hades is the mean old [C] boy, with a silver whistle and a golden scale.
A nine [Fm] for a nine, a waste [Cm] of cost, a nine for a nine, makes so much sense.
[C] The king of the chromium [Cm] throne, took a bottom on a six-inch cell.
With a blue windspill and a favor of [Fm] bronze, you better [C] forget about your [D] witching [Cm] well.
Way down on Hadestown, way [Gm] down under the ground.
[Cm] The Hades is a potty king, must be making some mighty big deals.
Back here [Fm] on the dark earth [Cm] lane, I'd make you wonder [C] how it feels.
[Cm]
Way [Fm] down [C] on [Fm] [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
Way down under the ground.
Key:
Cm
Fm
C
G
D
Cm
Fm
C
_ I mean, I'm Johnny, maybe.
[D] Gabby.
Christina.
Gabby.
Julian.
Sheila.
[G] And today we'll be playing Way Down in [D] Hadestown from the folk opera by a native of New York called Hadestown. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ All aboard!
[Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Follow [Cm] that dollar for a long way down, far [C] away from poor [Cm] house door.
How to [Fm] get to hell out to [Cm] Hadestown, makes no difference anymore.
Way [Fm] down in [G] Hadestown, way [Cm] down under the ground. _
[Fm] Howling with some [Cm] blow, and the rolling flicking back, nobody [Fm] knows that old [Cm] ringo.
[G] _ _ [Cm] Way [Fm] down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
The good [Fm] night's on the [Cm] go, without eye and lonesome sound.
About [C] a date number [Cm] four, so where's that old date now?
Way down in [G] Hadestown, way down under the [Cm] ground.
You _ got [Fm] Justin, you cook, you're [Cm] fine, but I'm not starving now.
I'm just a little bloated, want a little more.
[C] _ _ Way down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
_ _ Everybody [Fm] hungry, everybody [C] tired, everybody slaved by the sweat and the brow.
Waging [Fm] a living, working [C] hard in the graveyard.
In Hadestown, way down in Hadestown, way down [Cm] under _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] the ground.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ There's a penny in the witching well, and a dim nickel on the drum.
Some shiny little peasant bells, where do you think they come from?
Way down on Hadestown, way down under the ground. _ _
_ _ Mr.
Hades is the mean old [C] boy, with a silver whistle and a golden scale.
A nine [Fm] for a nine, a waste [Cm] of cost, a nine for a nine, makes so much sense.
[C] The king of the chromium [Cm] throne, took a bottom on a six-inch cell.
With a blue windspill and a favor of [Fm] bronze, you better [C] forget about your [D] witching [Cm] well.
Way down on Hadestown, way [Gm] down under the ground.
[Cm] _ The Hades is a potty king, must be making some mighty big deals.
Back here [Fm] on the dark earth [Cm] lane, I'd make you wonder [C] how it feels.
[Cm] _
_ _ Way [Fm] down _ [C] on _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Cm] Hadestown, way down _ _ _ under the ground.
Way down under the ground. _ _
[D] Gabby.
Christina.
Gabby.
Julian.
Sheila.
[G] And today we'll be playing Way Down in [D] Hadestown from the folk opera by a native of New York called Hadestown. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ All aboard!
[Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Follow [Cm] that dollar for a long way down, far [C] away from poor [Cm] house door.
How to [Fm] get to hell out to [Cm] Hadestown, makes no difference anymore.
Way [Fm] down in [G] Hadestown, way [Cm] down under the ground. _
[Fm] Howling with some [Cm] blow, and the rolling flicking back, nobody [Fm] knows that old [Cm] ringo.
[G] _ _ [Cm] Way [Fm] down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
The good [Fm] night's on the [Cm] go, without eye and lonesome sound.
About [C] a date number [Cm] four, so where's that old date now?
Way down in [G] Hadestown, way down under the [Cm] ground.
You _ got [Fm] Justin, you cook, you're [Cm] fine, but I'm not starving now.
I'm just a little bloated, want a little more.
[C] _ _ Way down in [Cm] Hadestown, way down under the ground.
_ _ Everybody [Fm] hungry, everybody [C] tired, everybody slaved by the sweat and the brow.
Waging [Fm] a living, working [C] hard in the graveyard.
In Hadestown, way down in Hadestown, way down [Cm] under _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] the ground.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ There's a penny in the witching well, and a dim nickel on the drum.
Some shiny little peasant bells, where do you think they come from?
Way down on Hadestown, way down under the ground. _ _
_ _ Mr.
Hades is the mean old [C] boy, with a silver whistle and a golden scale.
A nine [Fm] for a nine, a waste [Cm] of cost, a nine for a nine, makes so much sense.
[C] The king of the chromium [Cm] throne, took a bottom on a six-inch cell.
With a blue windspill and a favor of [Fm] bronze, you better [C] forget about your [D] witching [Cm] well.
Way down on Hadestown, way [Gm] down under the ground.
[Cm] _ The Hades is a potty king, must be making some mighty big deals.
Back here [Fm] on the dark earth [Cm] lane, I'd make you wonder [C] how it feels.
[Cm] _
_ _ Way [Fm] down _ [C] on _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Cm] Hadestown, way down _ _ _ under the ground.
Way down under the ground. _ _