Chords for Old Crow Medicine Show - Carry Me Back To Virginia
Tempo:
135.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D]
I'm a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Chenandoah.
In 61 I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
[A]
[D] [G] [D]
Yeah, and my brother went first [G] and they called me too.
I was green [A] as clover in the morning.
[D] So I marched with a drum and I sang to the tune, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] Fire [D] in the cannon, water in the well, I raced through the valley with a rebel [A] yell.
I learned [D] that quick how to march like hell, and I fixed [A] that bayonet.
[D] Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, [G] won't you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G]
[D]
With a sword in the saddle, powder in the gun, we thought for [A] a minute our fight [D] was done.
So they lined us up in the middle zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
Then they burned that valley to the blaze of fire, cut through [A] the lines like a red [D] hot iron.
There were red folk covered with the horses' piles, and we shivered in the cold against [A] them.
When the war [D] ends on like flames of [G] kale, we dug from [D] the pockets of the ones that [A] fell.
Dressed in [D] rags and we ate like [G] rats when they cut off [A] our legs to try.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't [G] you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't you [G] carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
[G]
[D]
Then we died in the [G] valley, died in the swamp, on the banks of the [A] river where the white tail [D] jumped.
Died in the ditches, died in the field, in the belly of the wagon where the women were heaped.
Died in the war, starved in the camps, locked in the prison, told me no ranks.
Spilled our blood in the fight to defend, in the barracks all over [A]
Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, [D] down in Carolina, way down in Tokyo, on the Tennessee [A] line.
We fought for the rebels, the rebel elite, [G] never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[G] Never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[D] Won't you [G] carry me back, [D] won't you carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] Won't you carry me back, [D] won't you [G] carry me [D] back, I wanna be buried in Virginia.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
I'm a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Chenandoah.
In 61 I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
[A]
[D] [G] [D]
Yeah, and my brother went first [G] and they called me too.
I was green [A] as clover in the morning.
[D] So I marched with a drum and I sang to the tune, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] Fire [D] in the cannon, water in the well, I raced through the valley with a rebel [A] yell.
I learned [D] that quick how to march like hell, and I fixed [A] that bayonet.
[D] Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, [G] won't you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G]
[D]
With a sword in the saddle, powder in the gun, we thought for [A] a minute our fight [D] was done.
So they lined us up in the middle zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
Then they burned that valley to the blaze of fire, cut through [A] the lines like a red [D] hot iron.
There were red folk covered with the horses' piles, and we shivered in the cold against [A] them.
When the war [D] ends on like flames of [G] kale, we dug from [D] the pockets of the ones that [A] fell.
Dressed in [D] rags and we ate like [G] rats when they cut off [A] our legs to try.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't [G] you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't you [G] carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
[G]
[D]
Then we died in the [G] valley, died in the swamp, on the banks of the [A] river where the white tail [D] jumped.
Died in the ditches, died in the field, in the belly of the wagon where the women were heaped.
Died in the war, starved in the camps, locked in the prison, told me no ranks.
Spilled our blood in the fight to defend, in the barracks all over [A]
Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, [D] down in Carolina, way down in Tokyo, on the Tennessee [A] line.
We fought for the rebels, the rebel elite, [G] never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[G] Never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[D] Won't you [G] carry me back, [D] won't you carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] Won't you carry me back, [D] won't you [G] carry me [D] back, I wanna be buried in Virginia.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
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I'm a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Chenandoah.
In 61 I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
Yeah, and my brother went first [G] and they called me too.
I was green [A] as clover in the morning.
[D] So I marched with a drum and I sang to the tune, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] Fire [D] in the cannon, water in the well, I raced through the valley with a rebel [A] yell.
I learned [D] that quick how to march like hell, and I fixed [A] that bayonet.
[D] Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, [G] won't you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
With a sword in the saddle, powder in the gun, we thought for [A] a minute our fight [D] was done.
So they lined us up in the middle zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
Then they burned that valley to the blaze of fire, cut through [A] the lines like a red [D] hot iron.
There were red folk covered with the horses' piles, and we shivered in the cold against [A] them.
When the war [D] ends on like flames of [G] kale, we dug from [D] the pockets of the ones that [A] fell.
Dressed in [D] rags and we ate like [G] rats when they cut off [A] our legs to try.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't [G] you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't you [G] carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then we died in the [G] valley, died in the swamp, on the banks of the [A] river where the white tail [D] jumped.
Died in the ditches, died in the field, in the belly of the wagon where the women were heaped.
Died in the war, starved in the camps, locked in the prison, told me no ranks.
Spilled our blood in the fight to defend, in the barracks all over [A]
Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, [D] down in Carolina, way down in Tokyo, on the Tennessee [A] line.
We fought for the rebels, the rebel elite, [G] never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[G] Never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
_ _ [D] Won't you [G] carry me back, [D] won't you carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] Won't you carry me back, [D] won't you [G] carry me [D] back, I wanna be buried in Virginia. _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
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[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm a rebel boy, born on the banks of the Chenandoah.
In 61 I went to the war to win one for Virginia.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
Yeah, and my brother went first [G] and they called me too.
I was green [A] as clover in the morning.
[D] So I marched with a drum and I sang to the tune, carry me back to Virginia.
[A] Fire [D] in the cannon, water in the well, I raced through the valley with a rebel [A] yell.
I learned [D] that quick how to march like hell, and I fixed [A] that bayonet.
[D] Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, [G] won't you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
With a sword in the saddle, powder in the gun, we thought for [A] a minute our fight [D] was done.
So they lined us up in the middle zone and hammered us into the quicksand.
Then they burned that valley to the blaze of fire, cut through [A] the lines like a red [D] hot iron.
There were red folk covered with the horses' piles, and we shivered in the cold against [A] them.
When the war [D] ends on like flames of [G] kale, we dug from [D] the pockets of the ones that [A] fell.
Dressed in [D] rags and we ate like [G] rats when they cut off [A] our legs to try.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't [G] you carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
Won't [G] you carry me [D] back, won't you [G] carry me [D] back, carry me back to Virginia.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then we died in the [G] valley, died in the swamp, on the banks of the [A] river where the white tail [D] jumped.
Died in the ditches, died in the field, in the belly of the wagon where the women were heaped.
Died in the war, starved in the camps, locked in the prison, told me no ranks.
Spilled our blood in the fight to defend, in the barracks all over [A]
Dixieland.
Down in Alabama, [D] down in Carolina, way down in Tokyo, on the Tennessee [A] line.
We fought for the rebels, the rebel elite, [G] never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
[G] Never wanna go [A] home to Virginia.
_ _ [D] Won't you [G] carry me back, [D] won't you carry me back, carry me back to Virginia.
[G] Won't you carry me back, [D] won't you [G] carry me [D] back, I wanna be buried in Virginia. _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
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