Chords for Muddy Mississippi - By: The Dunaways
Tempo:
130.2 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
B
Eb
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[Abm]
[Ab] [Db] [Ab]
Billy Ray Murray was [Fm] a mighty mean man, had [Ab] a reputation as the devil's right [Db] hand.
Cussed like a sailor always looking [B] for a [Ab] prank.
Rumor was he stole the poet's jacket, he tied [Eb] us.
Scared the congregation one Sunday in May, [Db] when he ran up to the altar and they heard Billy say,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner who'd hurt him in the port of [Ab] Mississippi.
[Db] The preacher took him by the [Em] arm and headed [Db] out the door.
[Ab]
Everybody followed all the way to [Abm] the shore.
[Db] In the back of our minds while we stood [B] there and prayed,
[Ab] we were waiting for the color of the water [Eb] to change.
But it never did, it was as filthy as him.
He [Db] popped up out of the water and he said it again,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of [Abm] Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy [Ab] Mississippi for.
Yeah.
[B]
[Ab]
[B]
[Ab]
Yeah, [Eb] I'm all over the story that I learned that day.
Yes, [Db] God can clean anyone if he'd clean me, right?
Hey, [Ab]
take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New [B] Orleans.
[Db] Out into the middle of the Gulf of [B] Mexico, [Ab] where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
just [Eb] how dirty I was before I met [Bb] the Lord.
[Db] I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner [F] that he made the [G] muddy Mississippi [Ab]
for.
Oh, yeah.
[Db] [Ab] Oh, yeah.
[Abm]
Yeah, [Ab] Lord. Oh, yeah.
[Abm]
[Db] [Ab]
[Abm]
[Ab] [Db] [Ab]
Billy Ray Murray was [Fm] a mighty mean man, had [Ab] a reputation as the devil's right [Db] hand.
Cussed like a sailor always looking [B] for a [Ab] prank.
Rumor was he stole the poet's jacket, he tied [Eb] us.
Scared the congregation one Sunday in May, [Db] when he ran up to the altar and they heard Billy say,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner who'd hurt him in the port of [Ab] Mississippi.
[Db] The preacher took him by the [Em] arm and headed [Db] out the door.
[Ab]
Everybody followed all the way to [Abm] the shore.
[Db] In the back of our minds while we stood [B] there and prayed,
[Ab] we were waiting for the color of the water [Eb] to change.
But it never did, it was as filthy as him.
He [Db] popped up out of the water and he said it again,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of [Abm] Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy [Ab] Mississippi for.
Yeah.
[B]
[Ab]
[B]
[Ab]
Yeah, [Eb] I'm all over the story that I learned that day.
Yes, [Db] God can clean anyone if he'd clean me, right?
Hey, [Ab]
take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New [B] Orleans.
[Db] Out into the middle of the Gulf of [B] Mexico, [Ab] where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
just [Eb] how dirty I was before I met [Bb] the Lord.
[Db] I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner [F] that he made the [G] muddy Mississippi [Ab]
for.
Oh, yeah.
[Db] [Ab] Oh, yeah.
[Abm]
Yeah, [Ab] Lord. Oh, yeah.
[Abm]
Key:
Ab
Db
B
Eb
Abm
Ab
Db
B
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_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _
Billy Ray Murray was [Fm] a mighty mean man, had [Ab] a reputation as the devil's right [Db] hand.
Cussed like a sailor always looking [B] for a [Ab] prank.
Rumor was he stole the poet's jacket, he tied [Eb] us.
Scared the congregation one Sunday in May, [Db] when he ran up to the altar and they heard Billy say,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, _ wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
_ [Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner who'd hurt him in the port of [Ab] Mississippi.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ The preacher took him by the [Em] arm and headed [Db] out the door.
[Ab] _
Everybody followed all the way to [Abm] the shore.
[Db] In the back of our minds while we stood [B] there and prayed,
[Ab] we were waiting for the color of the water [Eb] to change.
But it never did, it was as filthy as him.
He [Db] popped up out of the water and he said it again,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of [Abm] Mexico, _ [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy [Ab] Mississippi for.
_ _ Yeah.
_ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, [Eb] I'm all over the story that I learned that day.
Yes, [Db] God can clean anyone if he'd clean me, right?
Hey, [Ab]
take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New [B] Orleans.
[Db] Out into the middle of the Gulf of [B] Mexico, [Ab] where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
just [Eb] how dirty I was before I met [Bb] the Lord.
[Db] I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner [F] that he made the [G] muddy Mississippi [Ab]
for.
_ _ _ _ Oh, yeah.
_ [Db] _ [Ab] Oh, yeah. _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [Ab] Lord. Oh, yeah.
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _
Billy Ray Murray was [Fm] a mighty mean man, had [Ab] a reputation as the devil's right [Db] hand.
Cussed like a sailor always looking [B] for a [Ab] prank.
Rumor was he stole the poet's jacket, he tied [Eb] us.
Scared the congregation one Sunday in May, [Db] when he ran up to the altar and they heard Billy say,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, _ wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
_ [Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner who'd hurt him in the port of [Ab] Mississippi.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ The preacher took him by the [Em] arm and headed [Db] out the door.
[Ab] _
Everybody followed all the way to [Abm] the shore.
[Db] In the back of our minds while we stood [B] there and prayed,
[Ab] we were waiting for the color of the water [Eb] to change.
But it never did, it was as filthy as him.
He [Db] popped up out of the water and he said it again,
[Ab]
Take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New Orleans.
[Db]
Out into the middle of the Gulf of [Abm] Mexico, _ [Ab]
where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
[Eb] just how dirty I was before I met the Lord.
[Db]
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy [Ab] Mississippi for.
_ _ Yeah.
_ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, [Eb] I'm all over the story that I learned that day.
Yes, [Db] God can clean anyone if he'd clean me, right?
Hey, [Ab]
take me to the river, wash me clean, let my sins drip down to New [B] Orleans.
[Db] Out into the middle of the Gulf of [B] Mexico, [Ab] where they'll be forgotten and no one will ever know,
just [Eb] how dirty I was before I met [Bb] the Lord.
[Db] I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner that he made the muddy Mississippi for.
I'm the kind of sinner [F] that he made the [G] muddy Mississippi [Ab]
for.
_ _ _ _ Oh, yeah.
_ [Db] _ [Ab] Oh, yeah. _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [Ab] Lord. Oh, yeah.
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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