Chords for RED SOVINE - "THE FUNERAL"
Tempo:
77.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [D] I [Em] was walking [G] in Savannah past a church [D] decayed and dim, when slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral [E] hymn.
And my [Em] sympathy awakened and the wonder quickly grew, [A] till I found [C#] myself envired [D] in a little country church pew.
Out front a young [C#] couple sat [D] in sorrow [Em] nearly wild.
[G] On the altar was a casket [D]
and in the casket was a child.
[G] I could picture him [Dm] while living, [C#m]
curly hair [C] and smiling [G] lips.
[D] Oh, I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried business [A] trips.
[Em] Then rose a sad old country preacher [Bm] from his little [Em] wooden desk [D] with a manner sort of [A] awkward and [D] countenance grotesque.
[A] And he said, now don't be weeping for this [E] pretty bit of clay, [D] [B] for the little [A] boy who lived there has gone and run away.
[C#] He was doing very finely and he [D] appreciated your love, [Gm] but our heavenly [D] father wanted him in the big house up above.
[G] [Em] Now the Lord didn't [G] give you that baby, not [D] by no hundred thousand miles.
He just thought you needed sunshine.
[G] [D] And he lent him for a while [C#] and he let [D] you keep him and love him until your hearts were bigger grown.
And these silver tears that you're shedding now are just interest on the Lord.
[C#m] [D] Just think [G] my poor dear mourners creeping along on life's sorrow way.
[Bm]
[D] What a blessed picnic this your baby has today.
[Bm] All your good fathers [A] and good [Bm] mothers crowd the [C#] little fellow around [Em] in the angel's tender [A] garden in the big plantation [C#] ground.
[D] And his eyes, they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he views.
[Em] But a tear came and he [G] whispered, I want my mom and [B] daddy too.
[Dm]
[D] But then the angel's chief musician, [G] he teach [D] that little boy a song [A] that says if [D] only they be faithful, they'll soon be coming along.
[G] So [F#m] my poor [D] dejected mourners, let [G] your hearts [Bm] with Jesus rest [A] and don't go [Bm] criticizing the [D] one what know the best.
He has given us many [G] [A] comforts and [D] he's got the right to take away.
[G] To the [D] Lord be [A] praised and glory now [G] forever.
Let [A] us pray.
[Em] [D] [Bm] [N]
And my [Em] sympathy awakened and the wonder quickly grew, [A] till I found [C#] myself envired [D] in a little country church pew.
Out front a young [C#] couple sat [D] in sorrow [Em] nearly wild.
[G] On the altar was a casket [D]
and in the casket was a child.
[G] I could picture him [Dm] while living, [C#m]
curly hair [C] and smiling [G] lips.
[D] Oh, I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried business [A] trips.
[Em] Then rose a sad old country preacher [Bm] from his little [Em] wooden desk [D] with a manner sort of [A] awkward and [D] countenance grotesque.
[A] And he said, now don't be weeping for this [E] pretty bit of clay, [D] [B] for the little [A] boy who lived there has gone and run away.
[C#] He was doing very finely and he [D] appreciated your love, [Gm] but our heavenly [D] father wanted him in the big house up above.
[G] [Em] Now the Lord didn't [G] give you that baby, not [D] by no hundred thousand miles.
He just thought you needed sunshine.
[G] [D] And he lent him for a while [C#] and he let [D] you keep him and love him until your hearts were bigger grown.
And these silver tears that you're shedding now are just interest on the Lord.
[C#m] [D] Just think [G] my poor dear mourners creeping along on life's sorrow way.
[Bm]
[D] What a blessed picnic this your baby has today.
[Bm] All your good fathers [A] and good [Bm] mothers crowd the [C#] little fellow around [Em] in the angel's tender [A] garden in the big plantation [C#] ground.
[D] And his eyes, they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he views.
[Em] But a tear came and he [G] whispered, I want my mom and [B] daddy too.
[Dm]
[D] But then the angel's chief musician, [G] he teach [D] that little boy a song [A] that says if [D] only they be faithful, they'll soon be coming along.
[G] So [F#m] my poor [D] dejected mourners, let [G] your hearts [Bm] with Jesus rest [A] and don't go [Bm] criticizing the [D] one what know the best.
He has given us many [G] [A] comforts and [D] he's got the right to take away.
[G] To the [D] Lord be [A] praised and glory now [G] forever.
Let [A] us pray.
[Em] [D] [Bm] [N]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
[Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ I _ _ [Em] was walking [G] in Savannah past a church [D] decayed and dim, when slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral [E] hymn.
And my [Em] sympathy awakened and the wonder quickly grew, [A] till I found [C#] myself envired [D] in a little country church pew.
Out front a young [C#] couple sat [D] in sorrow [Em] nearly wild.
_ [G] On the altar was a casket [D]
and in the casket was a child.
[G] I could picture him [Dm] while living, [C#m]
curly hair [C] and smiling [G] lips.
[D] Oh, I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried business [A] trips.
_ [Em] Then rose a sad old country preacher [Bm] from his little [Em] wooden desk [D] with a manner sort of [A] awkward and [D] countenance grotesque.
_ [A] And he said, now don't be weeping for this [E] pretty bit of clay, [D] [B] for the little [A] boy who lived there has gone and run away.
[C#] He was doing very finely and he [D] appreciated your love, [Gm] but our heavenly [D] father wanted him in the big house up above.
_ [G] [Em] Now the Lord didn't [G] give you that baby, not [D] by no hundred thousand miles.
He just thought you needed sunshine.
[G] [D] And he lent him for a while [C#] and he let [D] you keep him and love him until your hearts were bigger grown.
And these silver tears that you're shedding now are just interest on the Lord. _
[C#m] [D] Just think [G] my poor dear mourners creeping along on life's sorrow way.
[Bm]
[D] What a blessed picnic this your baby has today.
[Bm] All your good fathers [A] and good [Bm] mothers crowd the [C#] little fellow around [Em] in the angel's tender [A] garden in the big plantation [C#] ground.
[D] And his eyes, they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he views.
_ [Em] But a tear came and he [G] whispered, I want my mom and [B] daddy too.
[Dm] _
[D] But then the angel's chief musician, [G] he teach [D] that little boy a song [A] that says if [D] only they be faithful, they'll soon be coming along.
[G] So [F#m] my poor [D] dejected mourners, let [G] your hearts [Bm] with Jesus rest [A] and don't go [Bm] criticizing the [D] one what know the best.
He has given us many [G] [A] comforts and [D] he's got the right to take away.
[G] To the [D] Lord be [A] praised and glory now [G] forever.
Let [A] us pray.
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [N] _
And my [Em] sympathy awakened and the wonder quickly grew, [A] till I found [C#] myself envired [D] in a little country church pew.
Out front a young [C#] couple sat [D] in sorrow [Em] nearly wild.
_ [G] On the altar was a casket [D]
and in the casket was a child.
[G] I could picture him [Dm] while living, [C#m]
curly hair [C] and smiling [G] lips.
[D] Oh, I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried business [A] trips.
_ [Em] Then rose a sad old country preacher [Bm] from his little [Em] wooden desk [D] with a manner sort of [A] awkward and [D] countenance grotesque.
_ [A] And he said, now don't be weeping for this [E] pretty bit of clay, [D] [B] for the little [A] boy who lived there has gone and run away.
[C#] He was doing very finely and he [D] appreciated your love, [Gm] but our heavenly [D] father wanted him in the big house up above.
_ [G] [Em] Now the Lord didn't [G] give you that baby, not [D] by no hundred thousand miles.
He just thought you needed sunshine.
[G] [D] And he lent him for a while [C#] and he let [D] you keep him and love him until your hearts were bigger grown.
And these silver tears that you're shedding now are just interest on the Lord. _
[C#m] [D] Just think [G] my poor dear mourners creeping along on life's sorrow way.
[Bm]
[D] What a blessed picnic this your baby has today.
[Bm] All your good fathers [A] and good [Bm] mothers crowd the [C#] little fellow around [Em] in the angel's tender [A] garden in the big plantation [C#] ground.
[D] And his eyes, they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he views.
_ [Em] But a tear came and he [G] whispered, I want my mom and [B] daddy too.
[Dm] _
[D] But then the angel's chief musician, [G] he teach [D] that little boy a song [A] that says if [D] only they be faithful, they'll soon be coming along.
[G] So [F#m] my poor [D] dejected mourners, let [G] your hearts [Bm] with Jesus rest [A] and don't go [Bm] criticizing the [D] one what know the best.
He has given us many [G] [A] comforts and [D] he's got the right to take away.
[G] To the [D] Lord be [A] praised and glory now [G] forever.
Let [A] us pray.
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [N] _