Chords for Steal Away-Red Foley
Tempo:
105.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Steal away, steal away, steal away [G] to, [D]
steal away,
[G] steal [A] away home.
[D] I ain't got long to [A] stay.
I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dead.
When there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
And a sympathy awakened and [G] a wonder [A] quenched.
Till I found myself [D] envying in a little negro pew.
Out in front a young couple sent in sorrow nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin.
In the coffin [A] was a child.
Rose [Bm] a sad old negro [D] preacher at a little wooden desk.
With a manner grandly awkward.
With a countenance [A] grotesque.
And he [G] said, [D] now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay.
For the little boy who lived there, he done gone and run away.
He is doing very fondly and he appreciate [A] your love.
[D] But his sure enough father want him in the large house up above.
Now he didn't give you that baby by a hundred [A] thousand miles.
He just [D] think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while.
And he let you love [A] and keep it till your hearts was bigger [G] grown.
And these silver [G] tears you shed [D] just enters on the lawn.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with [A] Jesus rest.
And don't go [G] criticizing the one that knows the [D] best.
He's give us many comforts.
He has a right to take away.
[A] To the Lord be praise and glory.
[G]
Now and ever let [D] us pray.
My Lord calls me.
He calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within my [A] soul.
[D]
I ain't got
[B] to stay [Am] [Ebm]
[D] here.
Steal away, steal away, steal away [G] to, [D]
steal away,
[G] steal [A] away home.
[D] I ain't got long to [A] stay.
I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dead.
When there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
And a sympathy awakened and [G] a wonder [A] quenched.
Till I found myself [D] envying in a little negro pew.
Out in front a young couple sent in sorrow nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin.
In the coffin [A] was a child.
Rose [Bm] a sad old negro [D] preacher at a little wooden desk.
With a manner grandly awkward.
With a countenance [A] grotesque.
And he [G] said, [D] now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay.
For the little boy who lived there, he done gone and run away.
He is doing very fondly and he appreciate [A] your love.
[D] But his sure enough father want him in the large house up above.
Now he didn't give you that baby by a hundred [A] thousand miles.
He just [D] think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while.
And he let you love [A] and keep it till your hearts was bigger [G] grown.
And these silver [G] tears you shed [D] just enters on the lawn.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with [A] Jesus rest.
And don't go [G] criticizing the one that knows the [D] best.
He's give us many comforts.
He has a right to take away.
[A] To the Lord be praise and glory.
[G]
Now and ever let [D] us pray.
My Lord calls me.
He calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within my [A] soul.
[D]
I ain't got
[B] to stay [Am] [Ebm]
[D] here.
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
B
D
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ Steal away, _ _ steal _ away, _ steal _ away [G] to, _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ steal away, _
_ _ [G] steal _ _ [A] away home.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] I ain't got _ long _ _ _ to [A] stay. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dead.
When there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
_ And a sympathy awakened and [G] a wonder [A] quenched.
_ Till I found myself [D] envying in a little negro pew.
Out in front a young couple sent in sorrow nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin. _
In the coffin [A] was a child.
_ Rose [Bm] a sad old negro [D] preacher at a little wooden desk.
With a manner grandly awkward.
With a countenance [A] grotesque. _
And he [G] said, _ [D] _ now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay.
_ For the little boy who lived there, he done gone and run away.
He is doing very fondly and he appreciate [A] your love.
[D] But his sure enough father want him in the large house up above.
_ Now he didn't give you that baby by a hundred [A] thousand miles.
_ He just [D] think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while.
And he let you love [A] and keep it till your hearts was bigger [G] grown.
And these silver [G] tears you shed [D] just enters on the lawn.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with [A] Jesus rest.
And don't go [G] criticizing the one that knows the [D] best.
He's give us many comforts.
He has a right to take away. _
[A] To the Lord be praise and glory.
[G] _
Now and ever _ let [D] us pray.
_ _ _ My Lord calls me.
_ _ _ He calls me by the thunder.
_ _ The trumpet _ _ sounds within my [A] _ soul.
_ _ _ _ [D]
I ain't got _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ to stay [Am] _ _ [Ebm] _
[D] here. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Steal away, _ _ steal _ away, _ steal _ away [G] to, _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ steal away, _
_ _ [G] steal _ _ [A] away home.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] I ain't got _ long _ _ _ to [A] stay. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dead.
When there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
_ And a sympathy awakened and [G] a wonder [A] quenched.
_ Till I found myself [D] envying in a little negro pew.
Out in front a young couple sent in sorrow nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin. _
In the coffin [A] was a child.
_ Rose [Bm] a sad old negro [D] preacher at a little wooden desk.
With a manner grandly awkward.
With a countenance [A] grotesque. _
And he [G] said, _ [D] _ now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay.
_ For the little boy who lived there, he done gone and run away.
He is doing very fondly and he appreciate [A] your love.
[D] But his sure enough father want him in the large house up above.
_ Now he didn't give you that baby by a hundred [A] thousand miles.
_ He just [D] think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while.
And he let you love [A] and keep it till your hearts was bigger [G] grown.
And these silver [G] tears you shed [D] just enters on the lawn.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with [A] Jesus rest.
And don't go [G] criticizing the one that knows the [D] best.
He's give us many comforts.
He has a right to take away. _
[A] To the Lord be praise and glory.
[G] _
Now and ever _ let [D] us pray.
_ _ _ My Lord calls me.
_ _ _ He calls me by the thunder.
_ _ The trumpet _ _ sounds within my [A] _ soul.
_ _ _ _ [D]
I ain't got _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ to stay [Am] _ _ [Ebm] _
[D] here. _ _ _ _ _ _