Chords for Lee Hazlewood- Cold Hard Times- BBC Rolf Harris Show (1971 Colour)
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103.25 bpm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I know you mainly from the song Jackson.
Yeah, which I didn't write.
Oh?
Yeah, a man named Billy Ed Wheeler, a good friend of mine, wrote Jackson.
And of all the silly things that I've ever written that's been nice to me and everything else,
that one I didn't write, and I get credit for it.
How many songs have you written, Mr.
That made, that were hits?
Things which, give us a couple of them.
Well, some are Wine and These Boots Are Made for Walking and Sugartown.
Just keep talking.
Houston and, you know, things like that. That's marvelous.
Just keep singing for me.
Just the voice of the actors.
Lee Hazlewood again, ladies and gentlemen.
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In the waking hours of [C] some not too [D] distant morning,
you come walking barefoot through [G] this [D] cowboy line,
selling yesterday's dreams [C] wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold, hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard times.
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your [D] mother crying
for the thoughts she had and [G] didn't use, and [D] now they're gone.
And your father's still out [C] back.
He's selling and [D] he's buying.
There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never [D] once been one.
It's a cold, [C] hard
[D] world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard times.
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a lie?
From an overdose of [G] hate taken in [D] his vein,
I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
cause when he [C] died they didn't [G] even put him [D] in the grave.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
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[G] These are [F#m] cold, [D] hard [G] times.
[A] [D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [A]
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Yeah, which I didn't write.
Oh?
Yeah, a man named Billy Ed Wheeler, a good friend of mine, wrote Jackson.
And of all the silly things that I've ever written that's been nice to me and everything else,
that one I didn't write, and I get credit for it.
How many songs have you written, Mr.
That made, that were hits?
Things which, give us a couple of them.
Well, some are Wine and These Boots Are Made for Walking and Sugartown.
Just keep talking.
Houston and, you know, things like that. That's marvelous.
Just keep singing for me.
Just the voice of the actors.
Lee Hazlewood again, ladies and gentlemen.
[D]
In the waking hours of [C] some not too [D] distant morning,
you come walking barefoot through [G] this [D] cowboy line,
selling yesterday's dreams [C] wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [D] These are cold, hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard times.
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your [D] mother crying
for the thoughts she had and [G] didn't use, and [D] now they're gone.
And your father's still out [C] back.
He's selling and [D] he's buying.
There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never [D] once been one.
It's a cold, [C] hard
[D] world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard times.
I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a lie?
From an overdose of [G] hate taken in [D] his vein,
I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor,
cause when he [C] died they didn't [G] even put him [D] in the grave.
It's a cold, [C] hard [D] world, love.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
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[G] These are [F#m] cold, [D] hard [G] times.
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I know you mainly from the song Jackson.
Yeah, which I didn't write.
Oh?
Yeah, a man named Billy Ed Wheeler, a good friend of mine, wrote Jackson.
And of all the silly things that I've ever written that's been nice to me and everything else,
that one I didn't write, and I get credit for it.
How many songs have you written, Mr.
That made, that were hits?
Things which, give us a couple of them.
Well, some are Wine and These Boots Are Made for Walking and Sugartown.
Just keep talking.
Houston and, you know, things like that. That's marvelous.
Just keep singing for me.
Just the voice of the actors.
Lee Hazlewood again, ladies and gentlemen. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In the waking hours of [C] some not too [D] distant morning, _
you come walking barefoot through [G] this [D] cowboy line,
_ selling _ yesterday's dreams [C] wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
_ _ whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
_ [G] [D] These are cold, hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard times. _ _ _ _ _
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your [D] mother crying
_ _ for the thoughts she had and [G] didn't use, and [D] now they're gone.
_ _ And your father's still out [C] back.
He's selling and [D] he's buying.
_ There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never [D] once been one. _
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _
[D] world, love.
_ [G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard times. _ _ _ _
_ I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a lie?
_ _ From an overdose of [G] hate taken in [D] his vein,
_ I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor, _
cause when he [C] died they didn't [G] even put him [D] in the grave.
_ It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
_ [G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] _
[G] _ These are [F#m] cold, [D] hard [G] times.
[A] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, which I didn't write.
Oh?
Yeah, a man named Billy Ed Wheeler, a good friend of mine, wrote Jackson.
And of all the silly things that I've ever written that's been nice to me and everything else,
that one I didn't write, and I get credit for it.
How many songs have you written, Mr.
That made, that were hits?
Things which, give us a couple of them.
Well, some are Wine and These Boots Are Made for Walking and Sugartown.
Just keep talking.
Houston and, you know, things like that. That's marvelous.
Just keep singing for me.
Just the voice of the actors.
Lee Hazlewood again, ladies and gentlemen. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In the waking hours of [C] some not too [D] distant morning, _
you come walking barefoot through [G] this [D] cowboy line,
_ selling _ yesterday's dreams [C] wrapped in [D] tomorrow's paper,
_ _ whistling for [C] a dog named [G] kindness that you'll [D] never find.
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
_ [G] [D] These are cold, hard times.
[G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard times. _ _ _ _ _
Standing in some narrow [C] space, you'll hear your [D] mother crying
_ _ for the thoughts she had and [G] didn't use, and [D] now they're gone.
_ _ And your father's still out [C] back.
He's selling and [D] he's buying.
_ There's nothing he [C] can give you, [G] cause he's never [D] once been one. _
It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _
[D] world, love.
_ [G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard times. _ _ _ _
_ I heard my brother died last [C] week, or was that [D] just a lie?
_ _ From an overdose of [G] hate taken in [D] his vein,
_ I heard the preachers say [C] God must have a [D] sense of humor, _
cause when he [C] died they didn't [G] even put him [D] in the grave.
_ It's a cold, _ _ [C] hard _ _ [D] world, love.
_ [G] [A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
[A] These are [D] cold, hard [G] times.
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[G] _ These are [F#m] cold, [D] hard [G] times.
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