Chords for Jerry Jeff Walker - Well Of The Blues
Tempo:
52.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
A
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[F#m] [G]
[D] Me but man runs from [G] high, wraps up [D] from the cold.
An old evil man he worries life, [A] about how he's gonna save his soul.
[D] An easy man maybe he like whiskey, [G] silly girl maybe she [D] got [G] caught.
An old lazy bones [D] maybe he stays home, [A] he saw more than [D] he saw.
Well [Bm] above blue, [F#]
[G] it never runs dry.
[Bm] It never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue.
[G] [D] Well now preacher man, bad mouth's about him.
[G] Mama pours it down [D] the drain.
Old grandpa he lies to keep it in [A] reach.
Eases his favorite pain.
[D] And all year long old tea totaler's [G] song.
Echo old [D] grandpa's fall.
[G] But on the holiday, [D] hell everything's okay.
[A] The judges forget the [D] law.
Well [Bm] above blue, seems to never [G] run dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
Well [Bm] above [F#m] blue.
[G] [B] [D] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [G]
[D] [G] [D] [A]
[D] There's natural born winners and losers.
[G]
Out looking for [D] the old time thrill.
To have the Indians luck, with the burning cup.
[A]
Stuck by whiskey still, [D] till it fills the head.
Makes the bed [G] spin like a wild [D] cat drill.
Pouring a hole down deep in your [A] soul, only the [D] bottle can fill.
[C#] Well [Bm] above blue, [G] seems to never run dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue, [D] it never [G] runs dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold [F#m] enough, for [G] whiskey and [Bm] rye.
Well above blue, [G]
[Bm] it never gets cold [F#m] enough.
[Bm]
[D] Me but man runs from [G] high, wraps up [D] from the cold.
An old evil man he worries life, [A] about how he's gonna save his soul.
[D] An easy man maybe he like whiskey, [G] silly girl maybe she [D] got [G] caught.
An old lazy bones [D] maybe he stays home, [A] he saw more than [D] he saw.
Well [Bm] above blue, [F#]
[G] it never runs dry.
[Bm] It never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue.
[G] [D] Well now preacher man, bad mouth's about him.
[G] Mama pours it down [D] the drain.
Old grandpa he lies to keep it in [A] reach.
Eases his favorite pain.
[D] And all year long old tea totaler's [G] song.
Echo old [D] grandpa's fall.
[G] But on the holiday, [D] hell everything's okay.
[A] The judges forget the [D] law.
Well [Bm] above blue, seems to never [G] run dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
Well [Bm] above [F#m] blue.
[G] [B] [D] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [G]
[D] [G] [D] [A]
[D] There's natural born winners and losers.
[G]
Out looking for [D] the old time thrill.
To have the Indians luck, with the burning cup.
[A]
Stuck by whiskey still, [D] till it fills the head.
Makes the bed [G] spin like a wild [D] cat drill.
Pouring a hole down deep in your [A] soul, only the [D] bottle can fill.
[C#] Well [Bm] above blue, [G] seems to never run dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue, [D] it never [G] runs dry.
[Bm] Never gets cold [F#m] enough, for [G] whiskey and [Bm] rye.
Well above blue, [G]
[Bm] it never gets cold [F#m] enough.
[Bm]
Key:
G
D
Bm
A
F#m
G
D
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] Me but man runs from [G] high, wraps up [D] from the cold.
An old evil man he worries life, [A] about how he's gonna save his soul.
[D] An easy man maybe he like whiskey, [G] silly girl maybe she [D] got [G] caught.
An old lazy bones [D] maybe he stays home, [A] he saw more than [D] he saw.
_ Well [Bm] above blue, _ [F#]
[G] it never runs dry.
[Bm] It never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
_ [Bm] Well above blue. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] Well now preacher man, bad mouth's about him.
[G] Mama pours it down [D] the drain.
Old grandpa he lies to keep it in [A] reach.
Eases his favorite pain.
[D] And all year long old tea totaler's [G] song.
Echo old [D] grandpa's fall.
[G] But on the holiday, [D] hell everything's okay.
[A] The judges forget the [D] law.
_ Well [Bm] above blue, seems to never [G] run dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
Well [Bm] above _ [F#m] blue.
[G] _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ There's natural born winners and losers.
[G]
Out looking for [D] the old time thrill.
To have the Indians luck, with the burning cup.
[A]
Stuck by whiskey still, [D] till it fills the head.
Makes the bed [G] spin like a wild [D] cat drill.
Pouring a hole down deep in your [A] soul, only the [D] bottle can fill.
[C#] Well [Bm] above blue, [G] seems to never run dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue, [D] it never [G] runs dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold [F#m] enough, for [G] whiskey and [Bm] rye.
Well above blue, _ _ [G] _
[Bm] it never gets cold [F#m] enough.
_ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Me but man runs from [G] high, wraps up [D] from the cold.
An old evil man he worries life, [A] about how he's gonna save his soul.
[D] An easy man maybe he like whiskey, [G] silly girl maybe she [D] got [G] caught.
An old lazy bones [D] maybe he stays home, [A] he saw more than [D] he saw.
_ Well [Bm] above blue, _ [F#]
[G] it never runs dry.
[Bm] It never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
_ [Bm] Well above blue. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] Well now preacher man, bad mouth's about him.
[G] Mama pours it down [D] the drain.
Old grandpa he lies to keep it in [A] reach.
Eases his favorite pain.
[D] And all year long old tea totaler's [G] song.
Echo old [D] grandpa's fall.
[G] But on the holiday, [D] hell everything's okay.
[A] The judges forget the [D] law.
_ Well [Bm] above blue, seems to never [G] run dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
Well [Bm] above _ [F#m] blue.
[G] _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ There's natural born winners and losers.
[G]
Out looking for [D] the old time thrill.
To have the Indians luck, with the burning cup.
[A]
Stuck by whiskey still, [D] till it fills the head.
Makes the bed [G] spin like a wild [D] cat drill.
Pouring a hole down deep in your [A] soul, only the [D] bottle can fill.
[C#] Well [Bm] above blue, [G] seems to never run dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold enough, for [G] whiskey and rye.
[Bm] Well above blue, [D] it never [G] runs dry.
_ [Bm] Never gets cold [F#m] enough, for [G] whiskey and [Bm] rye.
Well above blue, _ _ [G] _
[Bm] it never gets cold [F#m] enough.
_ [Bm] _ _ _