Chords for Rye Whiskey - Hard Times in the Country - Mike Cross
Tempo:
106.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Gm
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
But, on we go.
[G]
Well if the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom, I'd never come up.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[Gm]
[G]
If the rivers were whiskey and the branches were wine, I'd be in swimming about all of the time.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely [Gm] will die.
If I had a cabin on the side of a hill, you can bet your last [G] dollar I'd also have a still.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
Whiskey, it's whiskey, it's whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
It's whiskey, it's whiskey, whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[C]
[G]
Hey ladies and gentlemen, I'll sing you a song.
It ain't a lie, no it's not wrong.
Who needs to lie when you mean no harm?
We're just living on Tanner's [G] Farm.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
[C] [G]
Yeah, I ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a dime.
I moved to the country in a little log house.
Holes in the windows, cracks in the walls.
[C] They work you in the summer, they rob you in the fall.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
Oh, good Tanner, he's riding in the town.
Wagging loads of peaches, not a one of them sound.
Gotta give him money, give him a [C] check, he'll pay for a bushel, but you don't get a peck.
It's [G] hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
[D]
[G]
And as a little bit of a cool breeze starts to waft across the area here on this August evening,
I want you to think forward, well, just a day or so as a matter of fact, from what the weatherman says.
We're about to enter the brutally hot dog days of summer.
It was during the dog days of summer when my great-grandfather Goddard
was given the job of trying to keep me entertained as a little boy,
trying to tell me [E] stories of cooler times.
[N]
[G]
Well if the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom, I'd never come up.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[Gm]
[G]
If the rivers were whiskey and the branches were wine, I'd be in swimming about all of the time.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely [Gm] will die.
If I had a cabin on the side of a hill, you can bet your last [G] dollar I'd also have a still.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
Whiskey, it's whiskey, it's whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
It's whiskey, it's whiskey, whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[C]
[G]
Hey ladies and gentlemen, I'll sing you a song.
It ain't a lie, no it's not wrong.
Who needs to lie when you mean no harm?
We're just living on Tanner's [G] Farm.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
[C] [G]
Yeah, I ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a dime.
I moved to the country in a little log house.
Holes in the windows, cracks in the walls.
[C] They work you in the summer, they rob you in the fall.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
Oh, good Tanner, he's riding in the town.
Wagging loads of peaches, not a one of them sound.
Gotta give him money, give him a [C] check, he'll pay for a bushel, but you don't get a peck.
It's [G] hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
[D]
[G]
And as a little bit of a cool breeze starts to waft across the area here on this August evening,
I want you to think forward, well, just a day or so as a matter of fact, from what the weatherman says.
We're about to enter the brutally hot dog days of summer.
It was during the dog days of summer when my great-grandfather Goddard
was given the job of trying to keep me entertained as a little boy,
trying to tell me [E] stories of cooler times.
[N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ But, on we go. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Well if the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom, I'd never come up.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ If the rivers were whiskey and the branches were wine, I'd be in swimming about all of the time.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely [Gm] will die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ If I had a cabin on the side of a hill, you can bet your last [G] dollar I'd also have a still.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
Whiskey, it's whiskey, it's whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
It's whiskey, it's whiskey, whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die. _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Hey ladies and gentlemen, I'll sing you a song.
It ain't a lie, no it's not wrong.
Who needs to lie when you mean no harm?
We're just living on Tanner's [G] Farm.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm. _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah, I ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a dime.
I moved to the country in a little log house.
Holes in the windows, cracks in the walls.
[C] They work you in the summer, they rob you in the fall.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
Oh, good Tanner, he's riding in the town.
Wagging loads of peaches, not a one of them sound.
Gotta give him money, give him a [C] check, he'll pay for a bushel, but you don't get a peck.
It's [G] hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And as a little bit of a cool breeze starts to waft across the area here on this August evening,
I want you to think forward, well, just a day or so as a matter of fact, from what the weatherman says.
We're about to enter the brutally hot dog days of summer.
_ It was during the dog days of summer when my great-grandfather Goddard
was given the job of trying to keep me entertained as a little boy,
trying to tell me [E] stories of cooler times. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Well if the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom, I'd never come up.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ If the rivers were whiskey and the branches were wine, I'd be in swimming about all of the time.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely [Gm] will die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ If I had a cabin on the side of a hill, you can bet your last [G] dollar I'd also have a still.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
Whiskey, it's whiskey, it's whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
It's whiskey, it's whiskey, whiskey, I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die. _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Hey ladies and gentlemen, I'll sing you a song.
It ain't a lie, no it's not wrong.
Who needs to lie when you mean no harm?
We're just living on Tanner's [G] Farm.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm. _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah, I ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a dime.
I moved to the country in a little log house.
Holes in the windows, cracks in the walls.
[C] They work you in the summer, they rob you in the fall.
It's hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
Oh, good Tanner, he's riding in the town.
Wagging loads of peaches, not a one of them sound.
Gotta give him money, give him a [C] check, he'll pay for a bushel, but you don't get a peck.
It's [G] hard times in the country, out on Tanner's Farm.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And as a little bit of a cool breeze starts to waft across the area here on this August evening,
I want you to think forward, well, just a day or so as a matter of fact, from what the weatherman says.
We're about to enter the brutally hot dog days of summer.
_ It was during the dog days of summer when my great-grandfather Goddard
was given the job of trying to keep me entertained as a little boy,
trying to tell me [E] stories of cooler times. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _