Chords for The Campfire Has Gone Out
Tempo:
66.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#] [A] [E]
[A] [B] Through [E] the progress of our country, our occupation's gone.
So we put our ideas into [F#] words, our words [B] into a song.
[E] Somewhere between the [A] wire and the coming [E] of the train, we let it slip away and wonder
who's to blame.
[A] Bet I'm [E] all adieu, you can't turn the world around.
The cowboy left the country, [B] the campfire has [E] gone out.
[F#] [E]
When I think of those good old [A] days, my eyes are [E] usually filled.
I think of the tin can by the [F#] fire, the coyote [B] on the hill.
[E] And I think of riding night guard [A] when the stars are [E] shining bright.
But now instead the wire [B] fence, it guards the [E] herd tonight.
[A] You'll miss him [E] on the round up, he's gone, his merry shell.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
I'll tell you boys in them days, [A] old-timers stood [E] a show.
Never had much money, [F#] not a sorrow, [B] did we know.
[E] But oh how things have changed now, [A] we're poorly [E] clothed and fed.
Our wagons are all broken, our ponies most all dead.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] we can hear the [E] angels shout.
Oh here they come to help, the campfire has gone out.
[D] [A] [B]
[E] Well the cowboy liked the red man, [A] you had to leave your [E] land.
You can't raise your stock and plant your crops [F#] in the gumbo and [B] the sand.
[E]
Greed disguised as progress [A] has put us to the [E] test.
They won't be glad until we're [B] gone from our home out [E] in the west.
[A] It's sad to see those good old days replaced with [E] greed and doubt.
Soon we'll leave the country, [B] the campfire [E] has gone out.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] you can't turn the [E] world around.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [B] Through [E] the progress of our country, our occupation's gone.
So we put our ideas into [F#] words, our words [B] into a song.
[E] Somewhere between the [A] wire and the coming [E] of the train, we let it slip away and wonder
who's to blame.
[A] Bet I'm [E] all adieu, you can't turn the world around.
The cowboy left the country, [B] the campfire has [E] gone out.
[F#] [E]
When I think of those good old [A] days, my eyes are [E] usually filled.
I think of the tin can by the [F#] fire, the coyote [B] on the hill.
[E] And I think of riding night guard [A] when the stars are [E] shining bright.
But now instead the wire [B] fence, it guards the [E] herd tonight.
[A] You'll miss him [E] on the round up, he's gone, his merry shell.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
I'll tell you boys in them days, [A] old-timers stood [E] a show.
Never had much money, [F#] not a sorrow, [B] did we know.
[E] But oh how things have changed now, [A] we're poorly [E] clothed and fed.
Our wagons are all broken, our ponies most all dead.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] we can hear the [E] angels shout.
Oh here they come to help, the campfire has gone out.
[D] [A] [B]
[E] Well the cowboy liked the red man, [A] you had to leave your [E] land.
You can't raise your stock and plant your crops [F#] in the gumbo and [B] the sand.
[E]
Greed disguised as progress [A] has put us to the [E] test.
They won't be glad until we're [B] gone from our home out [E] in the west.
[A] It's sad to see those good old days replaced with [E] greed and doubt.
Soon we'll leave the country, [B] the campfire [E] has gone out.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] you can't turn the [E] world around.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
[A] [B] [E]
Key:
E
A
B
F#
G#
E
A
B
_ [G#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ Through [E] the progress of our country, our occupation's gone.
So we put our ideas into [F#] words, our words [B] into a song.
[E] Somewhere between the [A] wire and the coming [E] of the train, we let it slip away and wonder
who's to blame.
[A] Bet I'm [E] all adieu, you can't turn the world around.
The cowboy left the country, [B] the campfire has [E] gone out.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
When I think of those good old [A] days, my eyes are [E] usually filled.
I think of the tin can by the [F#] fire, the coyote [B] on the hill.
[E] And I think of riding night guard [A] when the stars are [E] shining bright.
But now instead the wire [B] fence, it guards the [E] herd tonight.
[A] You'll miss him [E] on the round up, he's gone, his merry shell.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
_ _ _ _ I'll tell you boys in them days, [A] old-timers stood [E] a show.
Never had much money, [F#] not a sorrow, [B] did we know.
[E] But oh how things have changed now, [A] we're poorly [E] clothed and fed.
Our wagons are all broken, our ponies most all dead.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] we can hear the [E] angels shout.
Oh here they come to help, the campfire has gone out.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] Well the cowboy liked the red man, [A] you had to leave your [E] land.
You can't raise your stock and plant your crops [F#] in the gumbo and [B] the sand.
[E]
Greed disguised as progress [A] has put us to the [E] test.
They won't be glad until we're [B] gone from our home out [E] in the west.
[A] It's sad to see those good old days replaced with [E] greed and doubt.
Soon we'll leave the country, [B] the campfire [E] has gone out.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] you can't turn the [E] world around.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ Through [E] the progress of our country, our occupation's gone.
So we put our ideas into [F#] words, our words [B] into a song.
[E] Somewhere between the [A] wire and the coming [E] of the train, we let it slip away and wonder
who's to blame.
[A] Bet I'm [E] all adieu, you can't turn the world around.
The cowboy left the country, [B] the campfire has [E] gone out.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
When I think of those good old [A] days, my eyes are [E] usually filled.
I think of the tin can by the [F#] fire, the coyote [B] on the hill.
[E] And I think of riding night guard [A] when the stars are [E] shining bright.
But now instead the wire [B] fence, it guards the [E] herd tonight.
[A] You'll miss him [E] on the round up, he's gone, his merry shell.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
_ _ _ _ I'll tell you boys in them days, [A] old-timers stood [E] a show.
Never had much money, [F#] not a sorrow, [B] did we know.
[E] But oh how things have changed now, [A] we're poorly [E] clothed and fed.
Our wagons are all broken, our ponies most all dead.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] we can hear the [E] angels shout.
Oh here they come to help, the campfire has gone out.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] Well the cowboy liked the red man, [A] you had to leave your [E] land.
You can't raise your stock and plant your crops [F#] in the gumbo and [B] the sand.
[E]
Greed disguised as progress [A] has put us to the [E] test.
They won't be glad until we're [B] gone from our home out [E] in the west.
[A] It's sad to see those good old days replaced with [E] greed and doubt.
Soon we'll leave the country, [B] the campfire [E] has gone out.
[A] Bet I'm all [E] adieu, [A] you can't turn the [E] world around.
The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _