Chords for Stonewall Jackson - B.J. The D.J. 1964
Tempo:
87 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
Abm
Gbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [E] [B] [E]
A story about a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line as DJ in a little country [B] station.
Everybody loved him dear, cause he played what they liked to hear.
He built himself up quite [E] a reputation.
At record hops he stayed out late, and his mom would always wait to see if he had made it home [B] alive.
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap, and that he had to be at work by [E] five.
B.J. the DJ, you're living much too [B]
fast, and if you don't change your ways, don't see [E] how you can last.
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar, overslept and he [B] was late again.
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station [Gbm] on at [B] five, he had lots of records he [E] must spend.
His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello, she knew then that he'd made it there [B] alright.
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there, and she'd wait up for him again [E] the night.
Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn, but still he scratched off just as fast [B] as time.
B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve, and he signed off [E] down near the Georgia line.
Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know, B.J. had never been this [B] late before.
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait up loud before she called, and then she heard the knock [E] upon the door.
B.J. the DJ, only [Abm] twenty-four, [B] a wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the [Abm] hits no [E] more.
A story about a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line as DJ in a little country [B] station.
Everybody loved him dear, cause he played what they liked to hear.
He built himself up quite [E] a reputation.
At record hops he stayed out late, and his mom would always wait to see if he had made it home [B] alive.
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap, and that he had to be at work by [E] five.
B.J. the DJ, you're living much too [B]
fast, and if you don't change your ways, don't see [E] how you can last.
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar, overslept and he [B] was late again.
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station [Gbm] on at [B] five, he had lots of records he [E] must spend.
His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello, she knew then that he'd made it there [B] alright.
Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there, and she'd wait up for him again [E] the night.
Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn, but still he scratched off just as fast [B] as time.
B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve, and he signed off [E] down near the Georgia line.
Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know, B.J. had never been this [B] late before.
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait up loud before she called, and then she heard the knock [E] upon the door.
B.J. the DJ, only [Abm] twenty-four, [B] a wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the [Abm] hits no [E] more.
Key:
B
E
Abm
Gbm
B
E
Abm
Gbm
[B] _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ A story about a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line as DJ in a little country [B] station. _
_ Everybody loved him dear, cause he played what they liked to hear.
He built himself up quite [E] a reputation. _
At record hops he stayed out late, and his mom would always wait to see if he had made it home [B] alive. _
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap, and that he had to be at work by [E] five. _
B.J. the DJ, you're living much too [B]
fast, and if you don't change your ways, don't see [E] how you can last.
_ Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar, overslept and he [B] was late again.
_ _ Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station [Gbm] on at [B] five, he had lots of records he [E] must spend.
_ His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello, she knew then that he'd made it there [B] alright. _
_ Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there, and she'd wait up for him again [E] the night. _
_ Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn, but still he scratched off just as fast [B] as time. _
_ B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve, and he signed off [E] down near the Georgia line. _
_ Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know, B.J. had never been this [B] late before. _
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait up loud before she called, and then she heard the knock [E] upon the door. _
_ B.J. the DJ, only [Abm] twenty-four, [B] a wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the [Abm] hits no [E] more. _ _ _ _ _
_ A story about a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line as DJ in a little country [B] station. _
_ Everybody loved him dear, cause he played what they liked to hear.
He built himself up quite [E] a reputation. _
At record hops he stayed out late, and his mom would always wait to see if he had made it home [B] alive. _
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap, and that he had to be at work by [E] five. _
B.J. the DJ, you're living much too [B]
fast, and if you don't change your ways, don't see [E] how you can last.
_ Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar, overslept and he [B] was late again.
_ _ Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station [Gbm] on at [B] five, he had lots of records he [E] must spend.
_ His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello, she knew then that he'd made it there [B] alright. _
_ Then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there, and she'd wait up for him again [E] the night. _
_ Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn, but still he scratched off just as fast [B] as time. _
_ B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve, and he signed off [E] down near the Georgia line. _
_ Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know, B.J. had never been this [B] late before. _
But with the road so bad and all, she'd wait up loud before she called, and then she heard the knock [E] upon the door. _
_ B.J. the DJ, only [Abm] twenty-four, [B] a wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spend the [Abm] hits no [E] more. _ _ _ _ _