Chords for Jerry Reed Lord Mr Ford
Tempo:
118.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinkin', piston-clankin', smoke-belchin', air-pollutin', four-wheel buggies from Detroit City,
then pay attention, son.
I'm about to sing your song.
Listen.
[G#]
[C] [C#] Oh, God.
[F#]
[B] Well, I ain't a man born a [E] judge.
Marry a wheeler to [B] hold the grudge, but I think it's time to set me a few [F#] choice words.
[B] All about that theme of an automobile, [E] the metal monster, and [B] polyglass wheels, the end result [F#] of the dream of Henry [B] Ford.
[F#] Well, now, I got a car that's mine alone, [E] to me and the finance company [B] own, a ready-made pile of manufactured [F#] grief.
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a fixin' a flat in a [B] hurricane, once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the clover leaf.
[C#] Well, now, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but this four-wheel buggy is a dollar and [F#] me to death.
[C#] For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories, well, honey, [F#] that's something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat barn, reclining seats, [B] and just pay once a month like you do [F#] your rent.
Well, I figured [B] it up in over eight period of time, [E] this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, I [E] just wish that you [B] could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's saving, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Back up some.
[C] [C#] [F#]
[B] All right.
Well, now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and I bet that half a car's a little tricky [F#] to drive, don't you?
But [B] the thing that amazes me, I guess, [E] is the way we measure a man's success [B] by the kind of an [F#] automobile he can [B] afford to buy.
Well, [C#] now, red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out your credit card, honey, we [F#] done promised.
[C#] Well, if all the cars were placed end to end, they'd reach to the moon and back again, and there'd probably be some idiot without [F#] the pass.
Well, [B] now, how long could a good old [E] age without that carbon dioxide [B] haze hanging over the roar of the [F#] interstate?
Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars that are meant for me and you'd have [B] cars, I'm sure we'd all [F#] be born with a [B] parking space.
Well, [F#] now, Lord Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's favor, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#] choke, an [B] automobile.
[E] Picket [B] sign.
[G#]
[Cm] [C#] All [F#] right.
[B] [G]
[N]
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinkin', piston-clankin', smoke-belchin', air-pollutin', four-wheel buggies from Detroit City,
then pay attention, son.
I'm about to sing your song.
Listen.
[G#]
[C] [C#] Oh, God.
[F#]
[B] Well, I ain't a man born a [E] judge.
Marry a wheeler to [B] hold the grudge, but I think it's time to set me a few [F#] choice words.
[B] All about that theme of an automobile, [E] the metal monster, and [B] polyglass wheels, the end result [F#] of the dream of Henry [B] Ford.
[F#] Well, now, I got a car that's mine alone, [E] to me and the finance company [B] own, a ready-made pile of manufactured [F#] grief.
[B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a fixin' a flat in a [B] hurricane, once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the clover leaf.
[C#] Well, now, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but this four-wheel buggy is a dollar and [F#] me to death.
[C#] For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories, well, honey, [F#] that's something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat barn, reclining seats, [B] and just pay once a month like you do [F#] your rent.
Well, I figured [B] it up in over eight period of time, [E] this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, I [E] just wish that you [B] could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's saving, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Back up some.
[C] [C#] [F#]
[B] All right.
Well, now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and I bet that half a car's a little tricky [F#] to drive, don't you?
But [B] the thing that amazes me, I guess, [E] is the way we measure a man's success [B] by the kind of an [F#] automobile he can [B] afford to buy.
Well, [C#] now, red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out your credit card, honey, we [F#] done promised.
[C#] Well, if all the cars were placed end to end, they'd reach to the moon and back again, and there'd probably be some idiot without [F#] the pass.
Well, [B] now, how long could a good old [E] age without that carbon dioxide [B] haze hanging over the roar of the [F#] interstate?
Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars that are meant for me and you'd have [B] cars, I'm sure we'd all [F#] be born with a [B] parking space.
Well, [F#] now, Lord Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
[B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's favor, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Come away with me, Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#] choke, an [B] automobile.
[E] Picket [B] sign.
[G#]
[Cm] [C#] All [F#] right.
[B] [G]
[N]
Key:
B
F#
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C#
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F#
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinkin', piston-clankin', smoke-belchin', air-pollutin', four-wheel buggies from Detroit City,
then pay attention, son.
I'm about to sing your song.
Listen.
[G#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] [C#] Oh, God.
[F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ Well, I ain't a man born a [E] judge.
Marry a wheeler to [B] hold the grudge, but I think it's time to set me a few [F#] choice words.
[B] All about that theme of an automobile, [E] the metal monster, and [B] polyglass wheels, the end result [F#] of the dream of Henry [B] Ford.
_ [F#] Well, now, I got a car that's mine alone, [E] to me and the finance company [B] own, a ready-made pile of manufactured [F#] grief.
_ [B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a fixin' a flat in a [B] hurricane, once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the clover leaf.
_ [C#] Well, now, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but this four-wheel buggy is a dollar and [F#] me to death.
_ [C#] For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories, well, honey, [F#] that's something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat barn, reclining seats, [B] and just pay once a month like you do [F#] your rent.
_ Well, I figured [B] it up in over eight period of time, [E] this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, I [E] just wish that you [B] could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
_ _ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's saving, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Back up some. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
[B] All right.
_ Well, now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and I bet that half a car's a little tricky [F#] to drive, don't you?
But [B] the thing that amazes me, I guess, [E] is the way we measure a man's success [B] by the kind of an [F#] automobile he can [B] afford to buy.
Well, [C#] now, red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out your credit card, honey, we [F#] done promised.
_ _ [C#] Well, if all the cars were placed end to end, they'd reach to the moon and back again, and there'd probably be some idiot without [F#] the pass.
Well, [B] now, how long could a good old [E] age without that carbon dioxide [B] haze hanging over the roar of the [F#] interstate?
_ Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars that are meant for me and you'd have [B] cars, I'm sure we'd all [F#] be born with a [B] parking space.
Well, [F#] now, Lord Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's favor, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
_ Come away with me, _ Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#] choke, an [B] automobile.
_ [E] Picket [B] sign.
_ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ [C#] All [F#] right. _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinkin', piston-clankin', smoke-belchin', air-pollutin', four-wheel buggies from Detroit City,
then pay attention, son.
I'm about to sing your song.
Listen.
[G#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] [C#] Oh, God.
[F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ Well, I ain't a man born a [E] judge.
Marry a wheeler to [B] hold the grudge, but I think it's time to set me a few [F#] choice words.
[B] All about that theme of an automobile, [E] the metal monster, and [B] polyglass wheels, the end result [F#] of the dream of Henry [B] Ford.
_ [F#] Well, now, I got a car that's mine alone, [E] to me and the finance company [B] own, a ready-made pile of manufactured [F#] grief.
_ [B] And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring [E] rain, I'm a fixin' a flat in a [B] hurricane, once spent [F#] three days lost on [B] the clover leaf.
_ [C#] Well, now, it ain't just the smoke in the traffic jam that makes me the better fool I am, but this four-wheel buggy is a dollar and [F#] me to death.
_ [C#] For gas and oils and fluids and grease and wires and tires and antifreeze and them accessories, well, honey, [F#] that's something else.
[B] Well, you can get stereo tape and a color TV, [E] get a backseat barn, reclining seats, [B] and just pay once a month like you do [F#] your rent.
_ Well, I figured [B] it up in over eight period of time, [E] this $4,000 car of mine [B] cost $14 [F#],000 [B].99.
_ Well, [F#] now, Lord, Mr.
Ford, I [E] just wish that you [B] could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
_ _ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's saving, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord, [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
Back up some. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
[B] All right.
_ Well, now, the average American father and mother [E] own one whole car and a half another, [B] and I bet that half a car's a little tricky [F#] to drive, don't you?
But [B] the thing that amazes me, I guess, [E] is the way we measure a man's success [B] by the kind of an [F#] automobile he can [B] afford to buy.
Well, [C#] now, red light, green light, traffic cop, right turn, no turn, must turn, stop.
Get out your credit card, honey, we [F#] done promised.
_ _ [C#] Well, if all the cars were placed end to end, they'd reach to the moon and back again, and there'd probably be some idiot without [F#] the pass.
Well, [B] now, how long could a good old [E] age without that carbon dioxide [B] haze hanging over the roar of the [F#] interstate?
_ Well, [B] if the Lord didn't need the moon and the [E] stars that are meant for me and you'd have [B] cars, I'm sure we'd all [F#] be born with a [B] parking space.
Well, [F#] now, Lord Mr.
Ford, [E] I just wish that [B] you could see what your simple, horseless carriage [F#] has become.
_ [B] Well, it seems your contribution to [E] man's favor, he's got a little out of [B] hand.
Well, Lord [F#] Mr.
Ford, what [B] have you done?
_ Come away with me, _ Lucille, [C#] in my smoking [F#] choke, an [B] automobile.
_ [E] Picket [B] sign.
_ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ [C#] All [F#] right. _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _