Chords for Lazy Farmer - Railroad Boy - with lyrics (traditional folk song, 1975)
Tempo:
59.35 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
A
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [C] [E]
[Am]
[Am] [C] [A]
[Am]
She went upstairs for to make her bed, [C] And not one word to her [Am] mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs to, Saying, daughter, daughter, what troubles you?
Oh, mother, mother, I cannot tell [C] Of that rare old boy I [E] love so well.
[C] [A]
[Am] [C] [A]
There is a place in London town, Where that rare old [Am] boy goes and sits down.
He takes some strange girl on his knee, [C] And he tells to [Am] her what he won't tell me.
[A]
[Am]
Her father he came home from work, Saying, where's my daughter, she looks so hurt.
He went upstairs for to give her hope, And [C] he found her hanging [A] by a rope.
[Am] [A]
[Am] [C] [Am]
He took his knife for to cut her down, And [C] on her breast these words he found.
Go dig a grave, both wide and deep, Place a marble stone at the head and feet.
And over my coffin place a snow-white dove, To prove to the world I [A] died for love.
[Am] [C] [Am]
[E]
[Am]
[Am] [C] [A]
[Am]
She went upstairs for to make her bed, [C] And not one word to her [Am] mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs to, Saying, daughter, daughter, what troubles you?
Oh, mother, mother, I cannot tell [C] Of that rare old boy I [E] love so well.
[C] [A]
[Am] [C] [A]
There is a place in London town, Where that rare old [Am] boy goes and sits down.
He takes some strange girl on his knee, [C] And he tells to [Am] her what he won't tell me.
[A]
[Am]
Her father he came home from work, Saying, where's my daughter, she looks so hurt.
He went upstairs for to give her hope, And [C] he found her hanging [A] by a rope.
[Am] [A]
[Am] [C] [Am]
He took his knife for to cut her down, And [C] on her breast these words he found.
Go dig a grave, both wide and deep, Place a marble stone at the head and feet.
And over my coffin place a snow-white dove, To prove to the world I [A] died for love.
[Am] [C] [Am]
[E]
Key:
Am
C
A
E
B
Am
C
A
_ [B] _ _ _ [C] _ [E] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She went upstairs for to make her bed, [C] And not one word to her [Am] mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs to, Saying, daughter, daughter, what troubles you?
Oh, mother, mother, I cannot tell [C] Of that rare old boy I [E] love so well.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _
There is a place in London town, Where that rare old [Am] boy goes and sits down.
He takes some strange girl on his knee, [C] And he tells to [Am] her what he won't tell me. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Her father he came home from work, Saying, where's my daughter, she looks so hurt.
He went upstairs for to give her hope, And [C] he found her hanging [A] by a rope. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _
He took his knife for to cut her down, And [C] on her breast these words he found.
Go dig a grave, both wide and deep, Place a marble stone at the head and feet.
And over my coffin place a snow-white dove, To prove to the world I [A] died for love. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She went upstairs for to make her bed, [C] And not one word to her [Am] mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs to, Saying, daughter, daughter, what troubles you?
Oh, mother, mother, I cannot tell [C] Of that rare old boy I [E] love so well.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _
There is a place in London town, Where that rare old [Am] boy goes and sits down.
He takes some strange girl on his knee, [C] And he tells to [Am] her what he won't tell me. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Her father he came home from work, Saying, where's my daughter, she looks so hurt.
He went upstairs for to give her hope, And [C] he found her hanging [A] by a rope. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _
He took his knife for to cut her down, And [C] on her breast these words he found.
Go dig a grave, both wide and deep, Place a marble stone at the head and feet.
And over my coffin place a snow-white dove, To prove to the world I [A] died for love. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _