Chords for Ray Price - LIVE mid 80's
Tempo:
65.025 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
D
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Matthew, if I'd seen my daughter yesterday, I would have put you in a place where you'd have heart problems.
Who could ever forget [Eb] Marty Robbins?
Well, I never felt more [Ab] like singing the blues.
[Eb] Well, I never [A] [Bb] [Ab] [Bb]
felt more like crying.
Why'd you [Eb] do me this way?
Well, I never felt [Ab] more like crying.
[Eb] Cause [Ab] everything's wrong.
[A] Nothing [Bb] ain't [Ab] right without you.
[Bb] [D] You got me [Eb] singing the blues.
[N] [F]
[F] [Bb] Out [Gm] [Bb]
where the bright [Cm] light, [F]
you're drawn like a [Bb] moth to a flame.
[Bb]
You laugh [D] while the [Ab] wine's [Eb] overflowing.
[F] [Eb] [Bb]
While I [F] sit and [Eb] whisper [Gm] your name.
[A]
[Bb] [F] [Bb] For what?
[Cm] [Eb] [F]
For what [Bb] you see.
[Dm] [Gm] [F]
[Bb] For what?
[Eb] [F] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[Gm]
You know, it's hard to believe.
The years that have passed since a factory worker in California wrote his first hit.
His name was Harlan Howard, and the singer was my good friend, Charlie Walker.
[Gm] [Gm] [C] [F]
[Bb] [F] You were mine for just a while.
[Bb] Now you're putting on a style.
[Gm] And you never once [C] look back.
At your home [Dm] across the track.
[F] You're the gossip of the town.
[Bb] But my heart can still be found.
Where [C] you tossed it to the ground.
Pick me up on your [Am] way down.
[Dm] Pick [F] me up on your way down.
When [Bb] your blue, [Gm] when [C] your glamour starts to bore you.
Come on back where you [F] belong.
You may be there crying in joy.
[A] But [Gm] find another toy.
[Bb] Then [C] they'll take away your crown.
Pick me up on your [F] way [Bb] down.
[C] [F]
[Eb] [G]
[D] Elvis Presley was my fiancée.
Love me tender.
Love me sweet.
[A] Never let me [D] go.
[G] [D] You have [Em] made my [Bm] life complete.
[A] And I [D] love you so.
Love [Gb] me [Bm] tender.
Love [D] me true.
[G] All [Gm] my [D] dreams fulfilled.
For [B] my [E] darling, I love you.
[A] And I [G] always [D] [A] will.
[Bm] [D]
Who could ever forget [Eb] Marty Robbins?
Well, I never felt more [Ab] like singing the blues.
[Eb] Well, I never [A] [Bb] [Ab] [Bb]
felt more like crying.
Why'd you [Eb] do me this way?
Well, I never felt [Ab] more like crying.
[Eb] Cause [Ab] everything's wrong.
[A] Nothing [Bb] ain't [Ab] right without you.
[Bb] [D] You got me [Eb] singing the blues.
[N] [F]
[F] [Bb] Out [Gm] [Bb]
where the bright [Cm] light, [F]
you're drawn like a [Bb] moth to a flame.
[Bb]
You laugh [D] while the [Ab] wine's [Eb] overflowing.
[F] [Eb] [Bb]
While I [F] sit and [Eb] whisper [Gm] your name.
[A]
[Bb] [F] [Bb] For what?
[Cm] [Eb] [F]
For what [Bb] you see.
[Dm] [Gm] [F]
[Bb] For what?
[Eb] [F] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[Gm]
You know, it's hard to believe.
The years that have passed since a factory worker in California wrote his first hit.
His name was Harlan Howard, and the singer was my good friend, Charlie Walker.
[Gm] [Gm] [C] [F]
[Bb] [F] You were mine for just a while.
[Bb] Now you're putting on a style.
[Gm] And you never once [C] look back.
At your home [Dm] across the track.
[F] You're the gossip of the town.
[Bb] But my heart can still be found.
Where [C] you tossed it to the ground.
Pick me up on your [Am] way down.
[Dm] Pick [F] me up on your way down.
When [Bb] your blue, [Gm] when [C] your glamour starts to bore you.
Come on back where you [F] belong.
You may be there crying in joy.
[A] But [Gm] find another toy.
[Bb] Then [C] they'll take away your crown.
Pick me up on your [F] way [Bb] down.
[C] [F]
[Eb] [G]
[D] Elvis Presley was my fiancée.
Love me tender.
Love me sweet.
[A] Never let me [D] go.
[G] [D] You have [Em] made my [Bm] life complete.
[A] And I [D] love you so.
Love [Gb] me [Bm] tender.
Love [D] me true.
[G] All [Gm] my [D] dreams fulfilled.
For [B] my [E] darling, I love you.
[A] And I [G] always [D] [A] will.
[Bm] [D]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
D
Gm
Bb
F
Eb
Matthew, if I'd seen my daughter yesterday, I would have put you in a place where you'd have heart problems.
Who could ever forget [Eb] Marty Robbins?
_ _ _ Well, I never felt more [Ab] like singing the blues.
[Eb] Well, I never [A] _ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _ [Bb]
felt more like crying.
Why'd you [Eb] do me this way?
_ Well, I never felt [Ab] more like crying.
[Eb] Cause [Ab] everything's wrong.
[A] Nothing [Bb] ain't [Ab] right without you.
[Bb] [D] You got me [Eb] singing the blues. _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ Out [Gm] _ [Bb] _
where the bright [Cm] light, _ _ _ [F]
you're drawn like a [Bb] moth to a flame.
_ _ [Bb]
You laugh [D] while the [Ab] wine's [Eb] overflowing.
[F] _ [Eb] _ [Bb]
While I [F] sit and [Eb] whisper [Gm] your name.
_ [A] _
[Bb] _ [F] [Bb] For what?
[Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _
For what [Bb] you see.
[Dm] _ [Gm] _ [F]
[Bb] For what?
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ You know, it's hard to believe.
The years that have passed since a factory worker in California wrote his first hit.
His name was Harlan Howard, and the singer was my good friend, Charlie Walker. _
_ [Gm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
[Bb] _ [F] _ You were mine for just a while.
[Bb] Now you're putting on a style.
[Gm] And you never once [C] look back.
At your home [Dm] across the track.
[F] You're the gossip of the town.
[Bb] But my heart can still be found.
Where [C] you tossed it to the ground.
Pick me up on your [Am] way down.
[Dm] _ Pick [F] me up on your way down.
When [Bb] your blue, [Gm] _ when [C] your glamour starts to bore you.
Come on back where you [F] belong.
You may be there crying in joy.
[A] But [Gm] find another toy.
[Bb] Then [C] they'll take away your crown.
Pick me up on your [F] way [Bb] down.
[C] _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Elvis Presley was my fiancée.
_ _ Love me tender.
Love me sweet.
_ [A] Never let me [D] go.
[G] _ [D] _ You have [Em] made my [Bm] life complete.
[A] And I [D] love you so. _
Love [Gb] me [Bm] tender.
Love [D] me true.
[G] All [Gm] my [D] dreams fulfilled.
For [B] my [E] darling, I love you.
_ [A] And I [G] always [D] _ [A] will.
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _
Who could ever forget [Eb] Marty Robbins?
_ _ _ Well, I never felt more [Ab] like singing the blues.
[Eb] Well, I never [A] _ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _ [Bb]
felt more like crying.
Why'd you [Eb] do me this way?
_ Well, I never felt [Ab] more like crying.
[Eb] Cause [Ab] everything's wrong.
[A] Nothing [Bb] ain't [Ab] right without you.
[Bb] [D] You got me [Eb] singing the blues. _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ Out [Gm] _ [Bb] _
where the bright [Cm] light, _ _ _ [F]
you're drawn like a [Bb] moth to a flame.
_ _ [Bb]
You laugh [D] while the [Ab] wine's [Eb] overflowing.
[F] _ [Eb] _ [Bb]
While I [F] sit and [Eb] whisper [Gm] your name.
_ [A] _
[Bb] _ [F] [Bb] For what?
[Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _
For what [Bb] you see.
[Dm] _ [Gm] _ [F]
[Bb] For what?
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ You know, it's hard to believe.
The years that have passed since a factory worker in California wrote his first hit.
His name was Harlan Howard, and the singer was my good friend, Charlie Walker. _
_ [Gm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
[Bb] _ [F] _ You were mine for just a while.
[Bb] Now you're putting on a style.
[Gm] And you never once [C] look back.
At your home [Dm] across the track.
[F] You're the gossip of the town.
[Bb] But my heart can still be found.
Where [C] you tossed it to the ground.
Pick me up on your [Am] way down.
[Dm] _ Pick [F] me up on your way down.
When [Bb] your blue, [Gm] _ when [C] your glamour starts to bore you.
Come on back where you [F] belong.
You may be there crying in joy.
[A] But [Gm] find another toy.
[Bb] Then [C] they'll take away your crown.
Pick me up on your [F] way [Bb] down.
[C] _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Elvis Presley was my fiancée.
_ _ Love me tender.
Love me sweet.
_ [A] Never let me [D] go.
[G] _ [D] _ You have [Em] made my [Bm] life complete.
[A] And I [D] love you so. _
Love [Gb] me [Bm] tender.
Love [D] me true.
[G] All [Gm] my [D] dreams fulfilled.
For [B] my [E] darling, I love you.
_ [A] And I [G] always [D] _ [A] will.
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _