Chords for The Tillers - Shanty Boat [Live at WAMU's Bluegrass Country]
Tempo:
61.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[Bm] [A] [D]
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] I'm working away the hours of the day, my back and my [Bm] shoulders tied.
[D] I'll build me a boat and [A] set the thing afloat and drift down the [D] river side.
Through locks and the bends, the river never ends, a poor boy [Bm] singing my song.
[D] The rain coming, the current's up [A] again, I find time for [D] rolling along.
I got [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] She creaks and she groans, she rocks and she moans, the dragonfly [Bm] leading my way.
[D] The river, she speaks, and sets my mind at [A] ease, drank all tired for [D] the day.
In Cincinnati [G] town, I took a look [D] around, the river was lovely but I'm Mississippi bound.
[G] Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone again, [A] it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] Some folks can stand to never leave the land and got on a [Bm] country mile.
[D] The fine things so grand seem the measure of a [A] man, but that just [D] ain't my style.
No it's the river for [G] me, it's south to the [D] sea, ain't no better way for a poor boy to be [G] free.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] I'm a gal [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well [F#m] the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[G] [D] [Bm]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] I'm working away the hours of the day, my back and my [Bm] shoulders tied.
[D] I'll build me a boat and [A] set the thing afloat and drift down the [D] river side.
Through locks and the bends, the river never ends, a poor boy [Bm] singing my song.
[D] The rain coming, the current's up [A] again, I find time for [D] rolling along.
I got [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] She creaks and she groans, she rocks and she moans, the dragonfly [Bm] leading my way.
[D] The river, she speaks, and sets my mind at [A] ease, drank all tired for [D] the day.
In Cincinnati [G] town, I took a look [D] around, the river was lovely but I'm Mississippi bound.
[G] Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone again, [A] it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] Some folks can stand to never leave the land and got on a [Bm] country mile.
[D] The fine things so grand seem the measure of a [A] man, but that just [D] ain't my style.
No it's the river for [G] me, it's south to the [D] sea, ain't no better way for a poor boy to be [G] free.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] I'm a gal [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well [F#m] the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
[G] [D] [Bm]
[A] [D]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
D
A
G
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ I'm working away the hours of the day, my back and my [Bm] shoulders tied.
[D] I'll build me a boat and [A] set the thing afloat and drift down the [D] river side.
Through locks and the bends, the river never ends, a poor boy [Bm] singing my song.
[D] The rain coming, the current's up [A] again, I find time for [D] rolling along.
I got [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ She creaks and she groans, she rocks and she moans, the dragonfly [Bm] leading my way.
[D] The river, she speaks, and sets my mind at [A] ease, drank all tired for [D] the day.
In Cincinnati [G] town, I took a look [D] around, the river was lovely but I'm Mississippi bound.
[G] Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone again, [A] it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ Some folks can stand to never leave the land and got on a [Bm] country mile.
[D] The fine things so grand seem the measure of a [A] man, but that just [D] ain't my style.
No it's the river for [G] me, it's south to the [D] sea, ain't no better way for a poor boy to be [G] free.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ I'm a gal [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well [F#m] the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ I'm working away the hours of the day, my back and my [Bm] shoulders tied.
[D] I'll build me a boat and [A] set the thing afloat and drift down the [D] river side.
Through locks and the bends, the river never ends, a poor boy [Bm] singing my song.
[D] The rain coming, the current's up [A] again, I find time for [D] rolling along.
I got [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ She creaks and she groans, she rocks and she moans, the dragonfly [Bm] leading my way.
[D] The river, she speaks, and sets my mind at [A] ease, drank all tired for [D] the day.
In Cincinnati [G] town, I took a look [D] around, the river was lovely but I'm Mississippi bound.
[G] Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone again, [A] it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ Some folks can stand to never leave the land and got on a [Bm] country mile.
[D] The fine things so grand seem the measure of a [A] man, but that just [D] ain't my style.
No it's the river for [G] me, it's south to the [D] sea, ain't no better way for a poor boy to be [G] free.
Well the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ I'm a gal [G] Josephine, she yelled and she [D] screamed, you couldn't haul her all the way to New [G] Orleans.
Well [F#m] the fog rolls in, then I'm gone [A] again, it's my shanty [D] boat and me.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _