Chords for jim reeves spell of the yukon
Tempo:
121.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
A#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#m] [C#]
[A]
[Dm] [A]
[C#m] I wanted the gold and I sought it.
[F#m] I scrabbled and [B] mucked like [Am] a slave.
[E] Was it famine or scurvy?
I fought it.
[F#] I hurled my youth into a [A] grave.
I wanted the [E] gold [F#m] and I got it.
[C#m] Came out with a fortune last fall.
Yet [F#m] somehow life's not what I thought [Am] it.
[F#m] And somehow the gold isn't all.
[E]
No.
There's the land.
Have you seen it?
[A] It's the cussetest [F#m] land that I know.
From [D] the big dizzy mountains that screen [E] it to the deep [A] death-like valleys below.
Some say God was tired when he made [C#m] it.
[D] [C#m] Some say it's a fine land to shun.
[E] Maybe.
But there's [D] some as would trade it for no land on earth.
[A] And I'm one.
[D] You come to get rich.
[C#m] That's a good reason.
You [B] feel like an exile [D] at first.
You hate it like hell for a season.
And then you're [F#] worse than the worst.
[E] It grips you like some kind of sinnin'.
It twists you from foe to a friend.
It seems it's been since the beginning.
It seems it will be to the end.
[A]
I've stood in some mighty mouth hollow that's plumb full of hush to [Bm] the brim.
I've watched the big [E] husky sun wallow in crimson and gold [A] and grow dim.
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming.
And the [Bm] stars tumbled out neck and crop.
[E] And I've thought that I surely was dreaming with [A] the peace of the world.
Tired and tired.
[F#m] The summer [A#] no sweeter was ever.
[C]
The sunshiny [Dm] woods all a-thrill.
The grailing [A] a leap in the river.
The big horn asleep on the hill.
The strong life [Cm] that never [D#] knows harness.
The wiles [F] where the caribou call.
The [Gm] [A#] freshness, the freedom, the farness.
Oh God, how I'm stuck on [D#] it all.
[F] The winter, the brightness that blinds you.
The [D#] white [A#] land locked tight as a drum.
The cold fear that follows and finds you.
The [Cm] silence that bludgeons you dumb.
[F] The [Cm] snows that are older than history.
The [A#] woods where the weird shadows slant.
The stillness, the [D#] moonlight, [C#] the mystery.
[C] I've [B] bade him goodbye, [A#] but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless.
And the rivers all run God knows where.
[Gm] There are lives that are erring and aimless.
[Cm] And deaths that just [G#] hang by a hair.
[A#] There are hardships that nobody reckons.
There are valleys unpeopled and still.
There's a land, [F] oh, how it beckons and beckons.
And I want to [D#] go back, and I will.
[A#] They're making my money diminish.
I'm [D#] sick of the taste of champagne.
[Cm] Thank God [D] when I'm skinned to a finish,
I'll pike to [D#] the Yukon again.
I'll fight.
And you bet it's no sham fight, it's hell.
[F] But I've been there before, and it's better than this by a great sight.
[D] So me for [Gm] the Yukon once more.
[D#] There's gold, and it's haunting and [F] haunting.
It's luring me on as of old.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just
[D]
[C#] finding the gold.
It's the great [C] big broad land way up yonder.
[B] It's the forest where
silence has lease.
[A#] It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder.
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.
[A]
[Dm] [A]
[C#m] I wanted the gold and I sought it.
[F#m] I scrabbled and [B] mucked like [Am] a slave.
[E] Was it famine or scurvy?
I fought it.
[F#] I hurled my youth into a [A] grave.
I wanted the [E] gold [F#m] and I got it.
[C#m] Came out with a fortune last fall.
Yet [F#m] somehow life's not what I thought [Am] it.
[F#m] And somehow the gold isn't all.
[E]
No.
There's the land.
Have you seen it?
[A] It's the cussetest [F#m] land that I know.
From [D] the big dizzy mountains that screen [E] it to the deep [A] death-like valleys below.
Some say God was tired when he made [C#m] it.
[D] [C#m] Some say it's a fine land to shun.
[E] Maybe.
But there's [D] some as would trade it for no land on earth.
[A] And I'm one.
[D] You come to get rich.
[C#m] That's a good reason.
You [B] feel like an exile [D] at first.
You hate it like hell for a season.
And then you're [F#] worse than the worst.
[E] It grips you like some kind of sinnin'.
It twists you from foe to a friend.
It seems it's been since the beginning.
It seems it will be to the end.
[A]
I've stood in some mighty mouth hollow that's plumb full of hush to [Bm] the brim.
I've watched the big [E] husky sun wallow in crimson and gold [A] and grow dim.
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming.
And the [Bm] stars tumbled out neck and crop.
[E] And I've thought that I surely was dreaming with [A] the peace of the world.
Tired and tired.
[F#m] The summer [A#] no sweeter was ever.
[C]
The sunshiny [Dm] woods all a-thrill.
The grailing [A] a leap in the river.
The big horn asleep on the hill.
The strong life [Cm] that never [D#] knows harness.
The wiles [F] where the caribou call.
The [Gm] [A#] freshness, the freedom, the farness.
Oh God, how I'm stuck on [D#] it all.
[F] The winter, the brightness that blinds you.
The [D#] white [A#] land locked tight as a drum.
The cold fear that follows and finds you.
The [Cm] silence that bludgeons you dumb.
[F] The [Cm] snows that are older than history.
The [A#] woods where the weird shadows slant.
The stillness, the [D#] moonlight, [C#] the mystery.
[C] I've [B] bade him goodbye, [A#] but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless.
And the rivers all run God knows where.
[Gm] There are lives that are erring and aimless.
[Cm] And deaths that just [G#] hang by a hair.
[A#] There are hardships that nobody reckons.
There are valleys unpeopled and still.
There's a land, [F] oh, how it beckons and beckons.
And I want to [D#] go back, and I will.
[A#] They're making my money diminish.
I'm [D#] sick of the taste of champagne.
[Cm] Thank God [D] when I'm skinned to a finish,
I'll pike to [D#] the Yukon again.
I'll fight.
And you bet it's no sham fight, it's hell.
[F] But I've been there before, and it's better than this by a great sight.
[D] So me for [Gm] the Yukon once more.
[D#] There's gold, and it's haunting and [F] haunting.
It's luring me on as of old.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just
[D]
[C#] finding the gold.
It's the great [C] big broad land way up yonder.
[B] It's the forest where
silence has lease.
[A#] It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder.
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.
Key:
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] I wanted the gold and I sought it.
[F#m] I scrabbled and [B] mucked like [Am] a slave.
_ _ [E] Was it famine or scurvy?
I fought it. _
[F#] I hurled my youth into a [A] grave.
I wanted the [E] gold [F#m] and I got it.
[C#m] Came out with a fortune last fall.
_ Yet [F#m] somehow life's not what I thought [Am] it.
_ [F#m] And somehow the gold isn't all.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ No.
There's the land.
Have you seen it?
[A] _ It's the cussetest [F#m] land that I know.
_ From [D] the big dizzy mountains that screen [E] it to the deep [A] death-like valleys below. _ _ _ _
Some say God was tired when he made [C#m] it.
_ [D] _ [C#m] Some say it's a fine land to shun.
_ [E] _ Maybe. _
But there's [D] some as would trade it for no land on earth.
_ [A] _ And I'm one.
_ [D] You come to get rich. _
[C#m] That's a good reason.
You [B] feel like an exile [D] at first.
You hate it like hell for a season.
And then you're [F#] worse than the worst.
[E] _ It grips you like some kind of sinnin'.
It twists you from foe to a friend.
_ It seems it's been since the beginning.
_ It seems it will be to the end.
_ [A] _ _ _
I've stood in some mighty mouth hollow that's plumb full of hush to [Bm] the brim. _ _
I've watched the big [E] husky sun wallow in crimson and gold [A] and grow dim. _
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming.
And the [Bm] stars tumbled out neck and crop.
_ [E] And I've thought that I surely was dreaming with [A] the peace of the world.
Tired and tired. _ _
[F#m] The summer [A#] no sweeter was ever.
[C] _
The sunshiny [Dm] woods all a-thrill.
The grailing [A] a leap in the river.
The big horn asleep on the hill.
_ The strong life [Cm] that never [D#] knows harness.
The wiles [F] where the caribou call.
The [Gm] [A#] freshness, the freedom, _ the farness.
Oh God, how I'm stuck on [D#] it all. _ _
_ _ [F] The winter, the brightness that blinds you.
The [D#] white [A#] land locked tight as a drum.
The cold fear that follows and finds you.
The [Cm] silence that bludgeons you dumb.
_ [F] The [Cm] snows that are older than history.
The [A#] woods where the weird shadows slant.
The stillness, the [D#] moonlight, _ _ [C#] the mystery.
_ _ [C] I've [B] bade him goodbye, [A#] but I can't. _
There's a land where the mountains are nameless.
And the rivers all run God knows where.
_ [Gm] There are lives that are erring and aimless.
[Cm] And deaths that just [G#] hang by a hair.
_ [A#] There are hardships that nobody reckons.
There are valleys unpeopled and still. _ _
There's a land, [F] oh, how it beckons and beckons.
_ And I want to [D#] go back, and I will. _ _
[A#] They're making my money diminish.
I'm [D#] sick of the taste of champagne.
[Cm] Thank God [D] when I'm skinned to a finish,
_ I'll pike to [D#] the Yukon again.
I'll fight.
And you bet it's no sham fight, it's hell.
_ [F] But I've been there before, and it's better than this by a great sight.
_ [D] So me for [Gm] the Yukon once more.
_ _ [D#] There's gold, and it's haunting and [F] haunting. _ _
It's luring me on as of old.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just
[D]
[C#] finding the gold.
It's the great [C] big broad land way up yonder.
[B] It's the forest where
silence has lease.
[A#] It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder.
_ _ It's the stillness that fills me with peace. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] I wanted the gold and I sought it.
[F#m] I scrabbled and [B] mucked like [Am] a slave.
_ _ [E] Was it famine or scurvy?
I fought it. _
[F#] I hurled my youth into a [A] grave.
I wanted the [E] gold [F#m] and I got it.
[C#m] Came out with a fortune last fall.
_ Yet [F#m] somehow life's not what I thought [Am] it.
_ [F#m] And somehow the gold isn't all.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ No.
There's the land.
Have you seen it?
[A] _ It's the cussetest [F#m] land that I know.
_ From [D] the big dizzy mountains that screen [E] it to the deep [A] death-like valleys below. _ _ _ _
Some say God was tired when he made [C#m] it.
_ [D] _ [C#m] Some say it's a fine land to shun.
_ [E] _ Maybe. _
But there's [D] some as would trade it for no land on earth.
_ [A] _ And I'm one.
_ [D] You come to get rich. _
[C#m] That's a good reason.
You [B] feel like an exile [D] at first.
You hate it like hell for a season.
And then you're [F#] worse than the worst.
[E] _ It grips you like some kind of sinnin'.
It twists you from foe to a friend.
_ It seems it's been since the beginning.
_ It seems it will be to the end.
_ [A] _ _ _
I've stood in some mighty mouth hollow that's plumb full of hush to [Bm] the brim. _ _
I've watched the big [E] husky sun wallow in crimson and gold [A] and grow dim. _
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming.
And the [Bm] stars tumbled out neck and crop.
_ [E] And I've thought that I surely was dreaming with [A] the peace of the world.
Tired and tired. _ _
[F#m] The summer [A#] no sweeter was ever.
[C] _
The sunshiny [Dm] woods all a-thrill.
The grailing [A] a leap in the river.
The big horn asleep on the hill.
_ The strong life [Cm] that never [D#] knows harness.
The wiles [F] where the caribou call.
The [Gm] [A#] freshness, the freedom, _ the farness.
Oh God, how I'm stuck on [D#] it all. _ _
_ _ [F] The winter, the brightness that blinds you.
The [D#] white [A#] land locked tight as a drum.
The cold fear that follows and finds you.
The [Cm] silence that bludgeons you dumb.
_ [F] The [Cm] snows that are older than history.
The [A#] woods where the weird shadows slant.
The stillness, the [D#] moonlight, _ _ [C#] the mystery.
_ _ [C] I've [B] bade him goodbye, [A#] but I can't. _
There's a land where the mountains are nameless.
And the rivers all run God knows where.
_ [Gm] There are lives that are erring and aimless.
[Cm] And deaths that just [G#] hang by a hair.
_ [A#] There are hardships that nobody reckons.
There are valleys unpeopled and still. _ _
There's a land, [F] oh, how it beckons and beckons.
_ And I want to [D#] go back, and I will. _ _
[A#] They're making my money diminish.
I'm [D#] sick of the taste of champagne.
[Cm] Thank God [D] when I'm skinned to a finish,
_ I'll pike to [D#] the Yukon again.
I'll fight.
And you bet it's no sham fight, it's hell.
_ [F] But I've been there before, and it's better than this by a great sight.
_ [D] So me for [Gm] the Yukon once more.
_ _ [D#] There's gold, and it's haunting and [F] haunting. _ _
It's luring me on as of old.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just
[D]
[C#] finding the gold.
It's the great [C] big broad land way up yonder.
[B] It's the forest where
silence has lease.
[A#] It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder.
_ _ It's the stillness that fills me with peace. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _