Chords for Johnny Cash - My Grandfather's Clock.wmv
Tempo:
110 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
My [B] grandfather's clock was [E] too large for the shelf, so it stood [B] ninety years on [E] the floor.
It was [B] taller by half than the old man [A] himself, [E] though it weighed [B] not a [E] pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of [A] the day that he [E] was born, and was always his [B] treasure and pride.
But [E] it stopped [B] short, [Em] never to go [E] again, when the [B] old man [E] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life's second slumbering.
It stopped short, never to [A] go again, when [E] the old [B] [E] man died.
My [B] grandfather said that of those he [A] could hire, [E] not a servant [B] so faithful [E] he found.
For it [B] wasted no time, [E] and had but [A] one desire, [E] at the close [B] of each week [E] to be wound.
And it kept in its place [A] not a frown upon [E] its face, and its hands never hung [B] by its side.
[E] But it stopped [Bm] short, [E] never to go again, when the [B] old man died.
[E]
[F#] It rang an alarm in the dead [B] of the night, [G#] an alarm that [C#] for years [F#] had been dumb.
And we knew that [C#] his spirit [F#] was pluming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour of boredom far sure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with [B] the soft and [F#] muffled chimes, as we silently stood by [C#] his side.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the old [C#] man [F#] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life's second slumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B] again, when [G#] the old man died.
[F#]
My [B] grandfather's clock was [E] too large for the shelf, so it stood [B] ninety years on [E] the floor.
It was [B] taller by half than the old man [A] himself, [E] though it weighed [B] not a [E] pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of [A] the day that he [E] was born, and was always his [B] treasure and pride.
But [E] it stopped [B] short, [Em] never to go [E] again, when the [B] old man [E] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life's second slumbering.
It stopped short, never to [A] go again, when [E] the old [B] [E] man died.
My [B] grandfather said that of those he [A] could hire, [E] not a servant [B] so faithful [E] he found.
For it [B] wasted no time, [E] and had but [A] one desire, [E] at the close [B] of each week [E] to be wound.
And it kept in its place [A] not a frown upon [E] its face, and its hands never hung [B] by its side.
[E] But it stopped [Bm] short, [E] never to go again, when the [B] old man died.
[E]
[F#] It rang an alarm in the dead [B] of the night, [G#] an alarm that [C#] for years [F#] had been dumb.
And we knew that [C#] his spirit [F#] was pluming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour of boredom far sure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with [B] the soft and [F#] muffled chimes, as we silently stood by [C#] his side.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the old [C#] man [F#] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life's second slumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B] again, when [G#] the old man died.
[F#]
Key:
E
B
F#
A
C#
E
B
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
My [B] grandfather's clock was [E] too large for the shelf, so it stood [B] ninety years on [E] the floor.
_ It was [B] taller by half than the old man [A] himself, [E] though it weighed [B] not a [E] pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of [A] the day that he [E] was born, and was always his [B] treasure and pride.
But [E] it stopped [B] short, [Em] never to go [E] again, when the [B] old man [E] died. _ _
Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ _ his life's second slumbering. _ _ _
It stopped short, never to [A] go again, when [E] the old [B] _ [E] man died. _
My [B] grandfather said that of those he [A] could hire, [E] not a servant [B] so faithful [E] he found. _
For it [B] wasted no time, [E] and had but [A] one desire, [E] at the close [B] of each week [E] to be wound. _
And it kept in its place [A] not a frown upon [E] its face, and its hands never hung [B] by its side. _
[E] But it stopped [Bm] short, [E] never to go again, when the [B] old _ man died.
[E] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ It rang an alarm in the dead [B] of the night, [G#] an alarm that [C#] for years [F#] had been dumb.
_ And we knew that [C#] his spirit [F#] was pluming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour of boredom far sure had come.
_ Still the clock kept the time, with [B] the soft and [F#] muffled chimes, as we silently stood by [C#] his side.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the old [C#] man [F#] died.
_ Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ _ his life's second slumbering.
_ _ _ It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B] again, when [G#] the old man died.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
My [B] grandfather's clock was [E] too large for the shelf, so it stood [B] ninety years on [E] the floor.
_ It was [B] taller by half than the old man [A] himself, [E] though it weighed [B] not a [E] pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of [A] the day that he [E] was born, and was always his [B] treasure and pride.
But [E] it stopped [B] short, [Em] never to go [E] again, when the [B] old man [E] died. _ _
Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ _ his life's second slumbering. _ _ _
It stopped short, never to [A] go again, when [E] the old [B] _ [E] man died. _
My [B] grandfather said that of those he [A] could hire, [E] not a servant [B] so faithful [E] he found. _
For it [B] wasted no time, [E] and had but [A] one desire, [E] at the close [B] of each week [E] to be wound. _
And it kept in its place [A] not a frown upon [E] its face, and its hands never hung [B] by its side. _
[E] But it stopped [Bm] short, [E] never to go again, when the [B] old _ man died.
[E] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ It rang an alarm in the dead [B] of the night, [G#] an alarm that [C#] for years [F#] had been dumb.
_ And we knew that [C#] his spirit [F#] was pluming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour of boredom far sure had come.
_ Still the clock kept the time, with [B] the soft and [F#] muffled chimes, as we silently stood by [C#] his side.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the old [C#] man [F#] died.
_ Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ _ his life's second slumbering.
_ _ _ It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B] again, when [G#] the old man died.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _