Chords for Is Not This The Land Of Beulah (Live)
Tempo:
88.85 bpm
Chords used:
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E
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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My baby daughter's going to sing a song that dates back about 200 years.
My daddy was a preacher in the mountains of Kentucky.
[A] Mother was a wonderful Christian woman.
[Eb] They sang this song as long as I can [D] remember.
Have no idea who wrote it, but it's never been prettier words written.
There now with millions of others on top of that mountain, never another tear.
What a glorious time it's [A] going to be, [D] friends, when we all get home.
[A] I remember dad coming in late at [D] night.
He'd ride his old mule.
We were so poor, I've had to pick blackberries to buy my shoes,
but I had the best daddy on earth.
Money ain't everything, friends.
He instilled the Word of God in his children's lives.
Even though I strayed away, I could still see dad get happy and shout
when he'd sing this old song.
Shouting ain't out of order, it's just out of style.
I know down here in Georgia and the rest of the parts of the world,
to shout means to lift your voice, but up in Kentucky,
daddy would jump up and down.
So I don't care where you're lifting your voice or where you're jumping [A] up and down,
if the Lord's in it, God bless your heart.
Shout on.
Listen to the words to, it's not this, the land of you.
I am dwelling [Em] on the [G] mountain [D] where the [A] golden sun [D] that gleams.
Or a land of [Am] [G] wondrous beauty.
[D] Far exceeds [A] my [D] fondest dreams.
Where the air is pure, laden with the breath of flowers.
They are blue [Em] like the fount [G] [D] beneath the
[A] [D] amaranthum.
But I can see far [G] down the mountain where [D] I'm [A]
[A] pondering.
[D]
Often [Am] hindered on [G] my journey by the [A] ghost of doubts [D] and fears.
Broken vents thickly spray all the way.
But the [D] spirit
[G] laden air to [D] the
[A] name I hold today.
It's not this, the land of you, Lord.
Blessed, blessed land of love.
Where the [D] flowers [G] bloom forever and the [A] sun is always bright.
[E] I am drinking from the [A] fountain where I [B] ever [E] would abide.
For I've tasted [A] life's pure river [E] and my soul, [B] it's [E] satisfied.
Now there's no thirsting for life's pleasures nor a dying rich in gain.
For I've found a [A] greater treasure, one [E] that [B] fadeth [E] not away.
Oh, the cross has [A] wondrous glory.
Oft [E] I've [B] proved this to [E] be true.
When I'm in the ways [A] of error, I [E] can see [B] a [E] pathway through.
In how sweetly Jesus whispers, take thy crutch not fear.
For I've trod the [A] way before thee [E] and the [B] glory [E] lingers near.
It's not this, the land of you, Lord.
Blessed, blessed land of light.
Where the flowers bloom [A] forever and [E] the [Db] sun [B]
is always bright.
[Eb] [E] [N]
My daddy was a preacher in the mountains of Kentucky.
[A] Mother was a wonderful Christian woman.
[Eb] They sang this song as long as I can [D] remember.
Have no idea who wrote it, but it's never been prettier words written.
There now with millions of others on top of that mountain, never another tear.
What a glorious time it's [A] going to be, [D] friends, when we all get home.
[A] I remember dad coming in late at [D] night.
He'd ride his old mule.
We were so poor, I've had to pick blackberries to buy my shoes,
but I had the best daddy on earth.
Money ain't everything, friends.
He instilled the Word of God in his children's lives.
Even though I strayed away, I could still see dad get happy and shout
when he'd sing this old song.
Shouting ain't out of order, it's just out of style.
I know down here in Georgia and the rest of the parts of the world,
to shout means to lift your voice, but up in Kentucky,
daddy would jump up and down.
So I don't care where you're lifting your voice or where you're jumping [A] up and down,
if the Lord's in it, God bless your heart.
Shout on.
Listen to the words to, it's not this, the land of you.
I am dwelling [Em] on the [G] mountain [D] where the [A] golden sun [D] that gleams.
Or a land of [Am] [G] wondrous beauty.
[D] Far exceeds [A] my [D] fondest dreams.
Where the air is pure, laden with the breath of flowers.
They are blue [Em] like the fount [G] [D] beneath the
[A] [D] amaranthum.
But I can see far [G] down the mountain where [D] I'm [A]
[A] pondering.
[D]
Often [Am] hindered on [G] my journey by the [A] ghost of doubts [D] and fears.
Broken vents thickly spray all the way.
But the [D] spirit
[G] laden air to [D] the
[A] name I hold today.
It's not this, the land of you, Lord.
Blessed, blessed land of love.
Where the [D] flowers [G] bloom forever and the [A] sun is always bright.
[E] I am drinking from the [A] fountain where I [B] ever [E] would abide.
For I've tasted [A] life's pure river [E] and my soul, [B] it's [E] satisfied.
Now there's no thirsting for life's pleasures nor a dying rich in gain.
For I've found a [A] greater treasure, one [E] that [B] fadeth [E] not away.
Oh, the cross has [A] wondrous glory.
Oft [E] I've [B] proved this to [E] be true.
When I'm in the ways [A] of error, I [E] can see [B] a [E] pathway through.
In how sweetly Jesus whispers, take thy crutch not fear.
For I've trod the [A] way before thee [E] and the [B] glory [E] lingers near.
It's not this, the land of you, Lord.
Blessed, blessed land of light.
Where the flowers bloom [A] forever and [E] the [Db] sun [B]
is always bright.
[Eb] [E] [N]
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My baby daughter's going to sing a song that dates back about 200 years.
My daddy was a preacher in the mountains of Kentucky.
[A] Mother was a wonderful Christian woman.
_ [Eb] They sang this song as long as I can [D] remember.
Have no idea who wrote it, but it's never been prettier words written.
_ There now with millions of others on top of that mountain, never another tear.
_ _ _ _ _ What a glorious time it's [A] going to be, [D] friends, when we all get home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] I remember dad coming in late at [D] night.
He'd ride his old mule. _
We were so poor, I've had to pick blackberries to buy my shoes,
but I had the best daddy on earth.
Money ain't everything, friends.
He instilled the Word of God in his children's lives. _
Even though I strayed away, I could still see dad get happy and shout
when he'd sing this old song.
_ _ _ Shouting ain't out of order, it's just out of style.
_ I know down here in Georgia and the rest of the parts of the world,
to shout means to lift your voice, but up in Kentucky,
daddy would jump up and down.
_ So I don't care where you're lifting your voice or where you're jumping [A] up and down,
if the Lord's in it, God bless your heart.
Shout on.
Listen to the words to, it's not this, the land of you.
_ I am _ dwelling [Em] on the [G] mountain _ [D] where the [A] golden sun [D] that _ gleams.
Or a land of [Am] _ [G] wondrous beauty.
_ _ [D] Far exceeds _ [A] my [D] fondest dreams.
_ Where the air is _ pure, _ _ _ _ laden with the breath of _ flowers.
They are blue _ _ [Em] like the fount [G] _ _ [D] beneath the _
[A] _ _ _ [D] amaranthum.
But _ I can see far [G] down the mountain _ where [D] I'm [A] _
[A] pondering.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Often [Am] hindered on [G] my journey _ by the _ [A] ghost of doubts [D] and fears.
_ Broken _ vents _ _ _ _ _ _ thickly spray all the way.
_ But the _ [D] spirit _
[G] laden air _ to [D] the _
[A] name I hold today. _ _
It's not _ this, the land of you, Lord.
_ Blessed, blessed _ land of love.
_ Where the _ [D] flowers [G] bloom forever _ _ and the [A] _ sun is always _ _ bright.
[E] I am _ drinking from the [A] fountain _ _ where I [B] ever [E] would abide.
_ For I've _ tasted [A] life's pure river _ [E] and my soul, [B] it's [E] satisfied.
_ Now there's no _ thirsting for _ life's pleasures nor a dying _ rich in _ _ gain.
For I've _ found a [A] greater treasure, _ one [E] that _ [B] fadeth [E] not away. _
_ Oh, the _ cross has [A] wondrous glory.
_ Oft [E] I've [B] proved this to [E] be true. _ _
When I'm _ in the ways [A] of error, _ I [E] can see [B] a [E] pathway through.
_ In how _ sweetly Jesus _ whispers, take thy _ crutch _ not fear.
_ _ For I've trod _ the [A] way before thee _ [E] and the _ [B] glory [E] lingers near. _
It's not this, the land of you, _ Lord.
Blessed, _ blessed land of _ light.
Where the _ _ flowers bloom [A] forever and [E] _ the [Db] sun [B] _ _
is _ always _ _ _ bright.
_ _ [Eb] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
My daddy was a preacher in the mountains of Kentucky.
[A] Mother was a wonderful Christian woman.
_ [Eb] They sang this song as long as I can [D] remember.
Have no idea who wrote it, but it's never been prettier words written.
_ There now with millions of others on top of that mountain, never another tear.
_ _ _ _ _ What a glorious time it's [A] going to be, [D] friends, when we all get home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] I remember dad coming in late at [D] night.
He'd ride his old mule. _
We were so poor, I've had to pick blackberries to buy my shoes,
but I had the best daddy on earth.
Money ain't everything, friends.
He instilled the Word of God in his children's lives. _
Even though I strayed away, I could still see dad get happy and shout
when he'd sing this old song.
_ _ _ Shouting ain't out of order, it's just out of style.
_ I know down here in Georgia and the rest of the parts of the world,
to shout means to lift your voice, but up in Kentucky,
daddy would jump up and down.
_ So I don't care where you're lifting your voice or where you're jumping [A] up and down,
if the Lord's in it, God bless your heart.
Shout on.
Listen to the words to, it's not this, the land of you.
_ I am _ dwelling [Em] on the [G] mountain _ [D] where the [A] golden sun [D] that _ gleams.
Or a land of [Am] _ [G] wondrous beauty.
_ _ [D] Far exceeds _ [A] my [D] fondest dreams.
_ Where the air is _ pure, _ _ _ _ laden with the breath of _ flowers.
They are blue _ _ [Em] like the fount [G] _ _ [D] beneath the _
[A] _ _ _ [D] amaranthum.
But _ I can see far [G] down the mountain _ where [D] I'm [A] _
[A] pondering.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Often [Am] hindered on [G] my journey _ by the _ [A] ghost of doubts [D] and fears.
_ Broken _ vents _ _ _ _ _ _ thickly spray all the way.
_ But the _ [D] spirit _
[G] laden air _ to [D] the _
[A] name I hold today. _ _
It's not _ this, the land of you, Lord.
_ Blessed, blessed _ land of love.
_ Where the _ [D] flowers [G] bloom forever _ _ and the [A] _ sun is always _ _ bright.
[E] I am _ drinking from the [A] fountain _ _ where I [B] ever [E] would abide.
_ For I've _ tasted [A] life's pure river _ [E] and my soul, [B] it's [E] satisfied.
_ Now there's no _ thirsting for _ life's pleasures nor a dying _ rich in _ _ gain.
For I've _ found a [A] greater treasure, _ one [E] that _ [B] fadeth [E] not away. _
_ Oh, the _ cross has [A] wondrous glory.
_ Oft [E] I've [B] proved this to [E] be true. _ _
When I'm _ in the ways [A] of error, _ I [E] can see [B] a [E] pathway through.
_ In how _ sweetly Jesus _ whispers, take thy _ crutch _ not fear.
_ _ For I've trod _ the [A] way before thee _ [E] and the _ [B] glory [E] lingers near. _
It's not this, the land of you, _ Lord.
Blessed, _ blessed land of _ light.
Where the _ _ flowers bloom [A] forever and [E] _ the [Db] sun [B] _ _
is _ always _ _ _ bright.
_ _ [Eb] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _