The Angels Rejoiced Last Night-Gram Parsons Emmylou Harris Chords
Tempo:
151.7 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Gm] [A] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
A house, not a home, was the picture set and painted,
For [Eb] sweet little sister [Bb] and me.
Our daddy would frown, while mother was praying,
His heart was so hardened
[F] that he would not [Bb] believe.
In anger he'd swear [Eb] his voice cold and [Bb] loud,
His Sundays were spent out with the gambling [F] crowd.
[Cm] [F]
[Bb] I'd never seen my daddy
[Eb] inside the house [Bb] of God,
For Satan held his hand [F] down the path of [Bb] sin he'd [Cm]
[Bb] trod.
[F]
[Bb]
Not long ago, our circle was broken,
[Eb]
When God called on mother [Bb] one night.
In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken,
Asking our daddy [F] to raise her [Bb] children right.
When the angels retroshed [Eb] in heaven [Bb] last night,
I heard my daddy pray, dear God [F] make it right.
[Bb] He was smiling and singing, [Eb] with tears in [Bb] his eyes,
While mother with the [F] angels rejoiced [Bb] last night.
While mother with the angels [F]
[Cm] rejoiced last [Eb] night.
[Bb]
This is GP, listen.
She, she [Am]
came [D] from the land [Eb] of the [D] cotton,
[Gm] A [Gb] land that was [Bb] nearly [E] forgotten.
[Eb] Got [Bb] [Ebm]
him [E] all town through, [B] a loss of his head.
[Gbm] You probably remember Graham Parsons from the Flying Burrito Brothers [D] or the Birds,
but now with help from friends Byron [A] Berline, Al Perkins, Emmy Lou Harris and co-producer Rick [D] Gretsch,
Graham Parsons has finally recorded an album that is truly his own.
Born in a little village hard.
Graham Parsons, [G] GP.
[A] Recommended to you by the folks at Reprise Records and Warner Brothers Tapes.
[D]
[F]
[Bb]
A house, not a home, was the picture set and painted,
For [Eb] sweet little sister [Bb] and me.
Our daddy would frown, while mother was praying,
His heart was so hardened
[F] that he would not [Bb] believe.
In anger he'd swear [Eb] his voice cold and [Bb] loud,
His Sundays were spent out with the gambling [F] crowd.
[Cm] [F]
[Bb] I'd never seen my daddy
[Eb] inside the house [Bb] of God,
For Satan held his hand [F] down the path of [Bb] sin he'd [Cm]
[Bb] trod.
[F]
[Bb]
Not long ago, our circle was broken,
[Eb]
When God called on mother [Bb] one night.
In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken,
Asking our daddy [F] to raise her [Bb] children right.
When the angels retroshed [Eb] in heaven [Bb] last night,
I heard my daddy pray, dear God [F] make it right.
[Bb] He was smiling and singing, [Eb] with tears in [Bb] his eyes,
While mother with the [F] angels rejoiced [Bb] last night.
While mother with the angels [F]
[Cm] rejoiced last [Eb] night.
[Bb]
This is GP, listen.
She, she [Am]
came [D] from the land [Eb] of the [D] cotton,
[Gm] A [Gb] land that was [Bb] nearly [E] forgotten.
[Eb] Got [Bb] [Ebm]
him [E] all town through, [B] a loss of his head.
[Gbm] You probably remember Graham Parsons from the Flying Burrito Brothers [D] or the Birds,
but now with help from friends Byron [A] Berline, Al Perkins, Emmy Lou Harris and co-producer Rick [D] Gretsch,
Graham Parsons has finally recorded an album that is truly his own.
Born in a little village hard.
Graham Parsons, [G] GP.
[A] Recommended to you by the folks at Reprise Records and Warner Brothers Tapes.
[D]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
D
A
Bb
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Eb
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_ [F] _ [Gm] _ [A] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A house, not a home, was the picture set and painted,
For [Eb] _ sweet little _ sister [Bb] and me. _ _ _ _ _
Our daddy would _ frown, while _ mother was praying,
His heart was so hardened _
[F] that he would not [Bb] believe. _
_ _ _ _ In anger he'd swear [Eb] his voice cold and [Bb] loud,
_ His Sundays were spent _ out with the gambling [F] _ _ _ crowd.
[Cm] _ [F] _
[Bb] I'd never seen my daddy _
[Eb] inside the house [Bb] of God,
For Satan held his hand [F] down the path of [Bb] sin he'd [Cm] _ _
[Bb] _ _ trod. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Not long ago, our circle was broken,
[Eb] _
When God called on mother [Bb] one night. _ _ _ _ _
In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken, _ _
_ _ Asking our daddy [F] to raise her [Bb] children _ _ _ right.
_ When the _ angels _ _ retroshed [Eb] in heaven [Bb] last night,
I heard my daddy _ pray, dear God [F] make it right. _ _ _ _
[Bb] He was smiling and singing, _ [Eb] with tears in [Bb] his eyes,
While mother with the [F] angels _ _ rejoiced [Bb] last _ night.
_ _ _ While mother with the angels _ [F] _ _ _
[Cm] rejoiced _ _ last [Eb] night. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This is GP, _ listen.
She, _ _ _ _ _ _ she _ [Am] _
_ _ _ came [D] from the land [Eb] of the [D] cotton,
[Gm] A _ [Gb] land that was [Bb] nearly [E] forgotten.
_ [Eb] Got _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
him [E] all _ town _ through, _ _ _ [B] a loss of his _ head. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] You probably remember Graham Parsons from the Flying Burrito Brothers [D] or the Birds,
but now with help from friends Byron [A] Berline, Al Perkins, Emmy Lou Harris and co-producer Rick [D] Gretsch,
Graham Parsons has finally recorded an album that is truly his own.
Born in a little village hard. _ _ _
Graham Parsons, [G] GP.
_ [A] Recommended to you by the folks at Reprise Records and Warner Brothers Tapes.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [Gm] _ [A] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A house, not a home, was the picture set and painted,
For [Eb] _ sweet little _ sister [Bb] and me. _ _ _ _ _
Our daddy would _ frown, while _ mother was praying,
His heart was so hardened _
[F] that he would not [Bb] believe. _
_ _ _ _ In anger he'd swear [Eb] his voice cold and [Bb] loud,
_ His Sundays were spent _ out with the gambling [F] _ _ _ crowd.
[Cm] _ [F] _
[Bb] I'd never seen my daddy _
[Eb] inside the house [Bb] of God,
For Satan held his hand [F] down the path of [Bb] sin he'd [Cm] _ _
[Bb] _ _ trod. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Not long ago, our circle was broken,
[Eb] _
When God called on mother [Bb] one night. _ _ _ _ _
In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken, _ _
_ _ Asking our daddy [F] to raise her [Bb] children _ _ _ right.
_ When the _ angels _ _ retroshed [Eb] in heaven [Bb] last night,
I heard my daddy _ pray, dear God [F] make it right. _ _ _ _
[Bb] He was smiling and singing, _ [Eb] with tears in [Bb] his eyes,
While mother with the [F] angels _ _ rejoiced [Bb] last _ night.
_ _ _ While mother with the angels _ [F] _ _ _
[Cm] rejoiced _ _ last [Eb] night. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This is GP, _ listen.
She, _ _ _ _ _ _ she _ [Am] _
_ _ _ came [D] from the land [Eb] of the [D] cotton,
[Gm] A _ [Gb] land that was [Bb] nearly [E] forgotten.
_ [Eb] Got _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
him [E] all _ town _ through, _ _ _ [B] a loss of his _ head. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] You probably remember Graham Parsons from the Flying Burrito Brothers [D] or the Birds,
but now with help from friends Byron [A] Berline, Al Perkins, Emmy Lou Harris and co-producer Rick [D] Gretsch,
Graham Parsons has finally recorded an album that is truly his own.
Born in a little village hard. _ _ _
Graham Parsons, [G] GP.
_ [A] Recommended to you by the folks at Reprise Records and Warner Brothers Tapes.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _