Chords for Mickey Newbury - Cortelia Clark
Tempo:
122.65 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
C#m
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[Gm]
[C#m]
[F#] [F#m]
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
I was just a boy of the year, [C#m] the Bluebird Special came through here, [A] on his first run
south to [E] New Orleans.
[A] A blind old man [A#] and I, we came to [E] Guthrie just [C#m] to see the [F#m] trains.
He was black and [B] I was green.
[E] Tell me what you see, he [C#m] said, is the engine black or red, [A] son?
Well, that's the lightest thing I've [E] ever seen.
[A] Then he picked [A#] his guitar [E] up, sat on the [C#m] fender of the truck, and [E] his eyes lit [B] up as he [E] began to sing.
[C#m] I remember
[G#m] when that [E] [A] old man's dreams [E] were chained to [A] a depot down in [E] Guthrie, [F#m] and a
[B] Bluebird Special train.
[E]
He picked his guitar up, [C#m] shuffled down the walk, the [A] cars of town wound round the buildings
at [E] his feet.
[A] Looking mighty proud, that [E] old man, with his battered hat in his hand, [F#m] Lord, his summer
song, it made [B] me weep.
[E]
I read it in a weak old [C#m] paper, no one made it for his [A] wake, or laid a single flower at [E] his feet.
[A] He was just some blind old [E] beggar, they all said, but Lord, I'll [F#m] wager, he won't be begging
[A] on your [B] streets.
And [C#m] you'll find him, Lord, this [A]
morning, [E] he'll be stepping [G#] from the [C#m] dock, and would you [A] save
a street in [E] glory, Lord, [F#] for [B]
Cartelia [A] Club?
[F#m]
[E] I was just a boy in the year, [C#m] the Bluebird [E] Special came through here, [A] on its first run
south to New [E] Orleans.
[A] A blind old man [F#] and I, we [E] came to Guthrie [A] just to [C#m] see the trains.
[E] He was [F#m] black, [B]
I [E] was green.
[A]
[E] [B]
[A] [F#m]
[B]
[E]
[N]
[Gm]
[C#m]
[F#] [F#m]
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
I was just a boy of the year, [C#m] the Bluebird Special came through here, [A] on his first run
south to [E] New Orleans.
[A] A blind old man [A#] and I, we came to [E] Guthrie just [C#m] to see the [F#m] trains.
He was black and [B] I was green.
[E] Tell me what you see, he [C#m] said, is the engine black or red, [A] son?
Well, that's the lightest thing I've [E] ever seen.
[A] Then he picked [A#] his guitar [E] up, sat on the [C#m] fender of the truck, and [E] his eyes lit [B] up as he [E] began to sing.
[C#m] I remember
[G#m] when that [E] [A] old man's dreams [E] were chained to [A] a depot down in [E] Guthrie, [F#m] and a
[B] Bluebird Special train.
[E]
He picked his guitar up, [C#m] shuffled down the walk, the [A] cars of town wound round the buildings
at [E] his feet.
[A] Looking mighty proud, that [E] old man, with his battered hat in his hand, [F#m] Lord, his summer
song, it made [B] me weep.
[E]
I read it in a weak old [C#m] paper, no one made it for his [A] wake, or laid a single flower at [E] his feet.
[A] He was just some blind old [E] beggar, they all said, but Lord, I'll [F#m] wager, he won't be begging
[A] on your [B] streets.
And [C#m] you'll find him, Lord, this [A]
morning, [E] he'll be stepping [G#] from the [C#m] dock, and would you [A] save
a street in [E] glory, Lord, [F#] for [B]
Cartelia [A] Club?
[F#m]
[E] I was just a boy in the year, [C#m] the Bluebird [E] Special came through here, [A] on its first run
south to New [E] Orleans.
[A] A blind old man [F#] and I, we [E] came to Guthrie [A] just to [C#m] see the trains.
[E] He was [F#m] black, [B]
I [E] was green.
[A]
[E] [B]
[A] [F#m]
[B]
[E]
[N]
Key:
E
A
C#m
F#m
B
E
A
C#m
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I was just a boy of the year, [C#m] the Bluebird Special came through here, [A] _ on his first run
south to [E] New Orleans.
_ _ _ _ [A] A blind old man [A#] and I, we came to [E] Guthrie just [C#m] to see the [F#m] trains.
He was black and [B] I was green.
_ _ _ _ [E] Tell me what you see, he [C#m] said, is the engine black or red, [A] son?
Well, that's the lightest thing I've [E] ever seen.
_ _ _ _ [A] Then he picked [A#] his guitar [E] up, sat on the [C#m] fender of the truck, and [E] his eyes lit [B] up as he [E] began to sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ I remember _
[G#m] when _ that [E] _ [A] old man's dreams [E] were chained to [A] a depot down in [E] Guthrie, _ _ _ [F#m] and a
_ [B] Bluebird Special train.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He picked his guitar up, _ [C#m] shuffled down the walk, the [A] cars of town wound round the buildings
at [E] his feet. _
_ [A] _ Looking mighty proud, that [E] old man, with his battered hat in his hand, [F#m] Lord, his summer
song, it made [B] me weep.
_ _ _ [E] _
I read it in a weak old [C#m] paper, no one made it for his [A] wake, or laid a single flower at [E] his feet.
_ _ _ [A] He was just some blind old [E] beggar, they all said, but Lord, I'll [F#m] wager, he won't be begging
[A] on your [B] streets. _
And [C#m] you'll find him, Lord, this [A]
morning, _ [E] he'll be stepping _ [G#] from the [C#m] _ dock, and would you [A] save
a street in [E] glory, _ Lord, [F#] _ _ for _ [B] _ _
_ Cartelia _ _ [A] Club? _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] I was just a boy in the year, _ [C#m] the Bluebird [E] Special came through here, _ [A] on its first run
south to New [E] Orleans. _ _ _ _
[A] A blind old man [F#] and I, we [E] came to Guthrie [A] just to [C#m] see the trains.
[E] He was [F#m] black, _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
I [E] was green. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I was just a boy of the year, [C#m] the Bluebird Special came through here, [A] _ on his first run
south to [E] New Orleans.
_ _ _ _ [A] A blind old man [A#] and I, we came to [E] Guthrie just [C#m] to see the [F#m] trains.
He was black and [B] I was green.
_ _ _ _ [E] Tell me what you see, he [C#m] said, is the engine black or red, [A] son?
Well, that's the lightest thing I've [E] ever seen.
_ _ _ _ [A] Then he picked [A#] his guitar [E] up, sat on the [C#m] fender of the truck, and [E] his eyes lit [B] up as he [E] began to sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ I remember _
[G#m] when _ that [E] _ [A] old man's dreams [E] were chained to [A] a depot down in [E] Guthrie, _ _ _ [F#m] and a
_ [B] Bluebird Special train.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He picked his guitar up, _ [C#m] shuffled down the walk, the [A] cars of town wound round the buildings
at [E] his feet. _
_ [A] _ Looking mighty proud, that [E] old man, with his battered hat in his hand, [F#m] Lord, his summer
song, it made [B] me weep.
_ _ _ [E] _
I read it in a weak old [C#m] paper, no one made it for his [A] wake, or laid a single flower at [E] his feet.
_ _ _ [A] He was just some blind old [E] beggar, they all said, but Lord, I'll [F#m] wager, he won't be begging
[A] on your [B] streets. _
And [C#m] you'll find him, Lord, this [A]
morning, _ [E] he'll be stepping _ [G#] from the [C#m] _ dock, and would you [A] save
a street in [E] glory, _ Lord, [F#] _ _ for _ [B] _ _
_ Cartelia _ _ [A] Club? _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] I was just a boy in the year, _ [C#m] the Bluebird [E] Special came through here, _ [A] on its first run
south to New [E] Orleans. _ _ _ _
[A] A blind old man [F#] and I, we [E] came to Guthrie [A] just to [C#m] see the trains.
[E] He was [F#m] black, _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
I [E] was green. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _