Chords for Song To Woody

Tempo:
162.95 bpm
Chords used:

G

C

D

Gm

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Song To Woody chords
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I'm out here a thousand [C] miles [G] from my home
[C] Walking the road of the minute on [G] down
I'm seeing your world [C] of [G] places and things
Your poppers and buzzards and princes and kings
[C] [G]
Hey, hey, hey, with your [C] three-arrowed [G] shooter's soul
[C] And a funny old world that's coming along
[G]
Seems sick and it's hungry, [C] it's tired and [G] it's torn
Well, it looks like it's a-dyin' and [D] it's hardly been [G] born
Hey, with your three [C]-buttered love that [G] you've known
[C] All the things I'm a say and many times [G] more
I'm singing you this song [C] but I can't [G] sing it low
Cause there's not many men who've done the things I've done
In San Francisco and the sunny, [C] up in Lake [G] Bellevue
[C] [G]
[C] I know all the good people that travel [G] with you
[C] [G]
Is through the hearts and [C] the hands [G] of the men
That come with the dust [D] and are [G] gone with the wind
[C] [G]
[C]
[A] [G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G]
I'm leaving tomorrow [C] but I could leave [G] today
Somewhere
[C] down the road [G] some day
The very last thing [C] that I'd [G] like to do
Is to stay up and hear that summer [D] dry
[G]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
I'm out here a thousand [C] miles from [G] my home
[C] Walking on the road where the men have [G] gone down
Seeing you around [C] the places [G] and things
And popping out of them dusty hands [D] in San Francisco
[G] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G]
[C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[E]
[C] [G]
[Am] [Gm]
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Key:  
G
2131
C
3211
D
1321
Gm
123111113
A
1231
G
2131
C
3211
D
1321
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I'm out here a thousand [C] _ miles [G] from my home _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] Walking the _ road of the minute on [G] _ down
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm seeing your world _ [C] of [G] places and things _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Your _ poppers _ and buzzards and princes and kings
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ Hey, hey, hey, with your [C] three-arrowed [G] shooter's soul _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] And a funny old world _ that's coming along
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Seems sick and it's hungry, _ [C] it's tired and [G] it's torn _
Well, _ _ _ _ _ _ it looks like _ it's a-dyin' and [D] it's hardly been [G] born _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Hey, with your three [C]-buttered love that [G] you've known _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] All the things I'm a say and many times [G] _ more
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm singing you this song [C] but I can't [G] sing it low
_ Cause _ _ _ _ _ _ there's not _ many men who've done the things I've _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ done
In San Francisco and the sunny, [C] up in Lake [G] Bellevue _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] I know all the good people that travel [G] with you
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ Is through the hearts and [C] the hands [G] of the men
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That _ _ come with the dust [D] and are [G] gone with the wind _
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_ _ _ _ I'm leaving tomorrow _ [C] but I could leave [G] today _ _
Somewhere _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ down the road [G] some day
_ _ The _ _ _ _ _ very last thing [C] that I'd [G] like to do
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Is to stay up and hear that summer [D] dry
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I'm out here a thousand _ [C] _ miles from [G] my home _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ Walking on the road where the men have [G] gone down
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Seeing you around [C] the places [G] and things _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And popping out of them dusty hands [D] in San Francisco
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