Chords for The Carter Family, Don't Forget This Song
Tempo:
84.125 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
C#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] My home's in old Virginia, [G] among [D] lovely hills.
[G] The memory [D] of my birthplace [A] lies in my [D] bosom still.
I did not like my far side, [G] I did not [D] like my home.
[G] I have a [D] mind for a round lady, so [C#] far [D] away from home.
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
It was on one moonlight evening, [G] the stars were [D] shining bright.
[G] And with a [D] lovely dagger, I [A] made the [D] spirit fly.
To friends I'll bid adieu, [G] to parents I'll bid [D] farewell.
[G] I landed in [D] Chicago, [A] in the very midst [D] of hell.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
Was then the sober struck me, [G] as plain as [D] you can see.
I'm [G] doomed, I'm [D] ruined forever, [A] throughout [D] eternity.
I courted a fair young lady, [G] her name I will [D] not tell.
[G] Oh why should I [D] disgrace her, [A] when I am doomed [D] for hell.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
But now I'm up on my [G] scapegoat, my time's not [D] very long.
You [G] may [D] forget the singer, but [C#m] don't forget [F#] [D] this song.
[N]
There wasn't too many of them back in my younger days, but since, you know, the last few years,
Chet Adkins, I guess, is about the greatest I know of, and Merle Travis, and I like them all.
I like all the guitar players.
And I used to listen to, I don't know if any of you's ever heard him play guitar or not,
but Bert Hudgeson used to play with the fruit jar drinkers, and he played guitar with his finger and thumb,
you know, kind of like Chet [E] does.
And [D#] I play a little bit of that style, not too much.
And I learned my style, that picking style, that I learned, that I do rather, the style that I play.
I learned it from a colored [N] boy.
[G] The memory [D] of my birthplace [A] lies in my [D] bosom still.
I did not like my far side, [G] I did not [D] like my home.
[G] I have a [D] mind for a round lady, so [C#] far [D] away from home.
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
It was on one moonlight evening, [G] the stars were [D] shining bright.
[G] And with a [D] lovely dagger, I [A] made the [D] spirit fly.
To friends I'll bid adieu, [G] to parents I'll bid [D] farewell.
[G] I landed in [D] Chicago, [A] in the very midst [D] of hell.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
Was then the sober struck me, [G] as plain as [D] you can see.
I'm [G] doomed, I'm [D] ruined forever, [A] throughout [D] eternity.
I courted a fair young lady, [G] her name I will [D] not tell.
[G] Oh why should I [D] disgrace her, [A] when I am doomed [D] for hell.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
But now I'm up on my [G] scapegoat, my time's not [D] very long.
You [G] may [D] forget the singer, but [C#m] don't forget [F#] [D] this song.
[N]
There wasn't too many of them back in my younger days, but since, you know, the last few years,
Chet Adkins, I guess, is about the greatest I know of, and Merle Travis, and I like them all.
I like all the guitar players.
And I used to listen to, I don't know if any of you's ever heard him play guitar or not,
but Bert Hudgeson used to play with the fruit jar drinkers, and he played guitar with his finger and thumb,
you know, kind of like Chet [E] does.
And [D#] I play a little bit of that style, not too much.
And I learned my style, that picking style, that I learned, that I do rather, the style that I play.
I learned it from a colored [N] boy.
Key:
D
G
A
C#
C#m
D
G
A
[D] _ _ _ _ _ My home's in old Virginia, _ [G] among [D] lovely hills.
[G] The memory [D] of my birthplace [A] lies in my [D] bosom still. _ _
I did not like my far side, [G] I did not [D] like my home.
[G] I have a [D] mind for a round lady, so [C#] far [D] away from home. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
It was on one moonlight evening, [G] the stars were [D] shining bright.
[G] And with a [D] lovely dagger, I [A] made the [D] spirit fly.
To _ friends I'll bid adieu, _ [G] to parents I'll bid [D] farewell.
_ [G] I landed in [D] Chicago, _ [A] in the very midst [D] of hell. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
Was then the sober struck me, [G] as plain as [D] you can see.
I'm [G] doomed, I'm [D] ruined forever, _ [A] throughout _ [D] eternity.
_ _ I courted a fair young lady, [G] her name I will [D] not tell.
[G] Oh why should I [D] disgrace her, [A] when I am doomed [D] for hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
But now I'm up on my _ [G] scapegoat, my time's not [D] very long.
You [G] may [D] forget the singer, but [C#m] don't forget [F#] [D] this song.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There wasn't too many of them back in my younger days, but since, you know, the last few years,
_ Chet Adkins, I guess, is about the greatest I know of, and Merle Travis, and I like them all.
I like all the guitar players.
And I used to listen to, I don't know if any of you's ever heard him play guitar or not,
but Bert Hudgeson used to play with the fruit jar drinkers, and he played guitar with his finger and thumb,
you know, kind of like Chet [E] does.
_ And [D#] I _ play a little bit of that style, not too much.
And I learned _ my style, that picking style, that I learned, that I do rather, the style that I play.
I learned it from a colored [N] boy.
[G] The memory [D] of my birthplace [A] lies in my [D] bosom still. _ _
I did not like my far side, [G] I did not [D] like my home.
[G] I have a [D] mind for a round lady, so [C#] far [D] away from home. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
It was on one moonlight evening, [G] the stars were [D] shining bright.
[G] And with a [D] lovely dagger, I [A] made the [D] spirit fly.
To _ friends I'll bid adieu, _ [G] to parents I'll bid [D] farewell.
_ [G] I landed in [D] Chicago, _ [A] in the very midst [D] of hell. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
Was then the sober struck me, [G] as plain as [D] you can see.
I'm [G] doomed, I'm [D] ruined forever, _ [A] throughout _ [D] eternity.
_ _ I courted a fair young lady, [G] her name I will [D] not tell.
[G] Oh why should I [D] disgrace her, [A] when I am doomed [D] for hell. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
But now I'm up on my _ [G] scapegoat, my time's not [D] very long.
You [G] may [D] forget the singer, but [C#m] don't forget [F#] [D] this song.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There wasn't too many of them back in my younger days, but since, you know, the last few years,
_ Chet Adkins, I guess, is about the greatest I know of, and Merle Travis, and I like them all.
I like all the guitar players.
And I used to listen to, I don't know if any of you's ever heard him play guitar or not,
but Bert Hudgeson used to play with the fruit jar drinkers, and he played guitar with his finger and thumb,
you know, kind of like Chet [E] does.
_ And [D#] I _ play a little bit of that style, not too much.
And I learned _ my style, that picking style, that I learned, that I do rather, the style that I play.
I learned it from a colored [N] boy.