Chords for The Broad Black Brimmer
Tempo:
125.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
C#m
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E]
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all a while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father long [E] ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn in [A] the little [E] church below, and our father [A] Mac he blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched out [C#m] with the rest, and the best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] abrased, they placed the [A] broad black brimmer on [E] his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple in [B] it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or silk, [A] no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father dear [C#m] she said.
[E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all a while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father long [E] ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn in [A] the little [E] church below, and our father [A] Mac he blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched out [C#m] with the rest, and the best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] abrased, they placed the [A] broad black brimmer on [E] his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple in [B] it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or silk, [A] no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father dear [C#m] she said.
[E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
Key:
E
A
C#m
B
C#
E
A
C#m
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_ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all a while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father long [E] ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn in [A] the little [E] church below, and our father [A] Mac he blessed the [E] pair as one. _
[A] After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched out [C#m] with the rest, and the best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] abrased, they placed the [A] broad black brimmer on [E] his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA. _
_ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple in [B] it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or silk, [A] no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father dear [C#m] she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
_ An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _ _
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_ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all a while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
_ [E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father long [E] ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn in [A] the little [E] church below, and our father [A] Mac he blessed the [E] pair as one. _
[A] After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched out [C#m] with the rest, and the best.
And when they bore his body [A] down, that rugged's head [E] abrased, they placed the [A] broad black brimmer on [E] his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for long.
[E] But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad [C#m] black brimmer [B] of the IRA. _
_ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging in [A] what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple in [B] it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or silk, [A] no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father dear [C#m] she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
_ An old trench coat [A] that's all valleys [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _ _
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