Chords for Sweet Sunny South - Jerry Garcia & David Grisman - Warfield Theater, SF 2-2-1991 set1-08
Tempo:
84.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
B
Bm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] Banjo, too.
[B]
[F] It's only one thing better than one banjo.
What's up, David?
Two banjos.
[B] [C#m]
[G] [B]
[G]
Not hardly.
That's a friendly [G#m] fire.
Yeah, that's a friendly fire.
That's a friendly fire.
[B]
[N]
[E] Let's check.
[G] Make sure no disasters.
What're you gonna say?
[C]
[G]
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light.
To the sweet sunny sky, take [C] me home.
When [G] the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night.
The night [D] was not tempted [G] to end.
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow.
To my pot in the [C] evergreen shade
[G] Where the flowers on the river's green margins did grow
And spread their sweets in through the blade
[C]
[G]
I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the dear hearts that [C] sheltered me there
Of [G] wife and of dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again, dear house
The path to our cottage, they say, has grown green
And the place is quite lonely [C] around
I [G] know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground
[C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
Bring me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house [C] is gone?
[G] Dear friends of my childhood, indeed, must be few
And I must face death all alone
[Bm] [G] But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Of all that sheltered me [C] there
[G] And now the wild flowers that grow around the path
Will let go their footsteps no more
[C]
[G]
[Bm] [G] Take me back to the place where I once [D] could sleep
[G] Or my Salisbury close [C] by
[G] All the graves of my love was I long for to leave
And among them to rest when I do
Take me back to the place where I [Bm] first sold the lie
[G] To the streets that ain't south, take [C] me home
[G] Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest every evening
Oh, I was a template too
[Bm] [G] [D#]
[N] [N]
[B]
[F] It's only one thing better than one banjo.
What's up, David?
Two banjos.
[B] [C#m]
[G] [B]
[G]
Not hardly.
That's a friendly [G#m] fire.
Yeah, that's a friendly fire.
That's a friendly fire.
[B]
[N]
[E] Let's check.
[G] Make sure no disasters.
What're you gonna say?
[C]
[G]
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light.
To the sweet sunny sky, take [C] me home.
When [G] the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night.
The night [D] was not tempted [G] to end.
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow.
To my pot in the [C] evergreen shade
[G] Where the flowers on the river's green margins did grow
And spread their sweets in through the blade
[C]
[G]
I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the dear hearts that [C] sheltered me there
Of [G] wife and of dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again, dear house
The path to our cottage, they say, has grown green
And the place is quite lonely [C] around
I [G] know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground
[C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
Bring me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house [C] is gone?
[G] Dear friends of my childhood, indeed, must be few
And I must face death all alone
[Bm] [G] But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Of all that sheltered me [C] there
[G] And now the wild flowers that grow around the path
Will let go their footsteps no more
[C]
[G]
[Bm] [G] Take me back to the place where I once [D] could sleep
[G] Or my Salisbury close [C] by
[G] All the graves of my love was I long for to leave
And among them to rest when I do
Take me back to the place where I [Bm] first sold the lie
[G] To the streets that ain't south, take [C] me home
[G] Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest every evening
Oh, I was a template too
[Bm] [G] [D#]
[N] [N]
Key:
G
C
B
Bm
D
G
C
B
_ [C#] Banjo, too.
_ _ [B] _ _
[F] It's only one thing better than one banjo.
What's up, David? _
Two banjos.
[B] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
Not hardly.
That's a friendly [G#m] fire.
Yeah, that's a friendly fire.
That's a friendly fire.
[B] _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Let's check.
[G] Make sure no disasters.
What're you gonna say? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Take me back to the place where I first saw the light.
To the sweet sunny sky, take [C] me home.
When [G] the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night.
The night [D] was not tempted [G] to end.
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow.
To my pot in the [C] evergreen shade
[G] Where the flowers on the river's green margins did grow
And spread their sweets in through the blade _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the dear hearts that [C] sheltered me there
Of [G] wife and of dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again, dear house
The path to our cottage, they say, has grown green
And the place is quite lonely [C] around
I [G] know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ Bring me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house [C] is gone?
[G] Dear friends of my childhood, indeed, must be few
And I must face death all alone
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Of all that sheltered me [C] there
[G] And now the wild flowers that grow around the path
Will let go their footsteps no more _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ Take me back to the place where I once [D] could sleep
[G] Or my Salisbury close [C] by
[G] All the graves of my love was I long for to leave
And among them to rest when I do
Take me back to the place where I [Bm] first sold the lie
[G] To the streets that ain't south, take [C] me home
[G] Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest every evening
Oh, I was a template too
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _
[F] It's only one thing better than one banjo.
What's up, David? _
Two banjos.
[B] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
Not hardly.
That's a friendly [G#m] fire.
Yeah, that's a friendly fire.
That's a friendly fire.
[B] _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Let's check.
[G] Make sure no disasters.
What're you gonna say? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Take me back to the place where I first saw the light.
To the sweet sunny sky, take [C] me home.
When [G] the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night.
The night [D] was not tempted [G] to end.
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow.
To my pot in the [C] evergreen shade
[G] Where the flowers on the river's green margins did grow
And spread their sweets in through the blade _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the dear hearts that [C] sheltered me there
Of [G] wife and of dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again, dear house
The path to our cottage, they say, has grown green
And the place is quite lonely [C] around
I [G] know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ Bring me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house [C] is gone?
[G] Dear friends of my childhood, indeed, must be few
And I must face death all alone
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Of all that sheltered me [C] there
[G] And now the wild flowers that grow around the path
Will let go their footsteps no more _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ Take me back to the place where I once [D] could sleep
[G] Or my Salisbury close [C] by
[G] All the graves of my love was I long for to leave
And among them to rest when I do
Take me back to the place where I [Bm] first sold the lie
[G] To the streets that ain't south, take [C] me home
[G] Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest every evening
Oh, I was a template too
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _