Chords for Sharecropper's Son
Tempo:
120.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
One, two, three.
[B]
[F#m] [B]
We moved here from Sunhurst when I was 14.
Worked this cold ground for bacon and beans.
Well, the landlord told me the hard times was near.
Didn't mean a thing, [F#] because they're [B] already here.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy [F#] on the [B] sharecropper's son.
[F#] [B]
Well, mama's got the fever and the baby's sick too.
Daddy's downtown just a-soaking up that booze.
Well, he's fresh out of prison, says he ain't going back.
Ain't a bloodhound in Georgia that could follow his track.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy on the sharecropper's son.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
[B] We got a new mill, brought him up from down south.
He kicked the tin tobacco right [B] out of your mouth.
He's living in the family, ten daughters and a son.
Mama just told [F#] us there'd be [B] another one.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
[B]
[F#m] [B]
We moved here from Sunhurst when I was 14.
Worked this cold ground for bacon and beans.
Well, the landlord told me the hard times was near.
Didn't mean a thing, [F#] because they're [B] already here.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy [F#] on the [B] sharecropper's son.
[F#] [B]
Well, mama's got the fever and the baby's sick too.
Daddy's downtown just a-soaking up that booze.
Well, he's fresh out of prison, says he ain't going back.
Ain't a bloodhound in Georgia that could follow his track.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy on the sharecropper's son.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
[B] We got a new mill, brought him up from down south.
He kicked the tin tobacco right [B] out of your mouth.
He's living in the family, ten daughters and a son.
Mama just told [F#] us there'd be [B] another one.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
Key:
B
F#
F#m
B
F#
F#m
B
F#
One, two, three.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ We moved here from Sunhurst when I was 14.
Worked this cold ground for bacon and beans.
Well, the landlord told me the hard times was near.
Didn't mean a thing, [F#] because they're [B] already here.
_ Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy [F#] on the [B] sharecropper's son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ Well, mama's got the fever and the baby's sick too.
Daddy's downtown just a-soaking up that booze.
Well, he's fresh out of prison, says he ain't going back.
Ain't a bloodhound in Georgia that could follow his track.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy on the sharecropper's son. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ We got a new mill, brought him up from down south.
He kicked the tin tobacco right [B] out of your mouth.
He's living in the family, ten daughters and a son.
Mama just told [F#] us there'd be [B] another one.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
_ Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son. _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ We moved here from Sunhurst when I was 14.
Worked this cold ground for bacon and beans.
Well, the landlord told me the hard times was near.
Didn't mean a thing, [F#] because they're [B] already here.
_ Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy [F#] on the [B] sharecropper's son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ Well, mama's got the fever and the baby's sick too.
Daddy's downtown just a-soaking up that booze.
Well, he's fresh out of prison, says he ain't going back.
Ain't a bloodhound in Georgia that could follow his track.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have mercy on the sharecropper's son. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ We got a new mill, brought him up from down south.
He kicked the tin tobacco right [B] out of your mouth.
He's living in the family, ten daughters and a son.
Mama just told [F#] us there'd be [B] another one.
Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son.
_ Well, daylight till dark, my work's never done.
Lord, have [F#] mercy on the [B] sharecropper's son. _ _
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