Chords for The Trishas perform "Must BeTime" on Texas Music Scene TV
Tempo:
92 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
D
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [E]
[Bm] It's [A] Must Be Time, and it was written by [F#m] a really good friend of mine from college [G] named Mike Ethan Messick.
And I've just always loved [D] his stuff, and he actually sent that song to me [D] [Dm] with the idea of us singing [G] on his record.
Yeah, it all came [G] together real nicely for me.
I mean, I was going for a [D] groove kind of influenced by like,
you know, Mark Youngers or Ray Wiley Hubbard or somebody like that.
And not necessarily telling a linear story so much as just [Am] painting a picture.
He was like, I [Bm] really want y'all to sing [Bm] harmony on this.
So I put it [C] in, I listened to it, and I was like,
God, we need to do it.
And so [D] we just worked it up and started singing it.
[G] And it's actually one of my favorites that we do.
It's nice [Em] and up-tempo.
[B] [E]
[B] [B] [E]
Old dots, boxwood, broken voices, old boxwoods still pionate.
Old men sniff through all their choices, big ones to regret and beg.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
[E]
[B] [E]
Not so dark and shadows darker, old black clothes on the power line.
Caducrates upon my marker, shotgun hole and highway sign.
Old drop dead, the sand is sober, where the long gone river flows.
Drug horn blows, the skin bulges off the carcass by the road.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
[E]
[B] [E]
[D] [A]
[E] [Em]
[D] [A]
[E]
What's this boxwood wooden crosshatch?
Hail your destination down.
Now and then get lost for life.
Not so far you can't be found.
Big green snake with skin like sequins, all alone make my skin crawl.
The devil don't sleep in on weekends.
The devil, he don't sleep at all.
Ooh, ooh, [Em]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
What's that feeling?
[E] Might [Em] be lonesome.
What's [E] that sound?
It must [B] be an engine [E] somewhere [B] rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might [E] be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be time.
Ooh,
[Em] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[D]
[A] [E]
[Em] [D]
[A] [E]
[N]
[Bm] It's [A] Must Be Time, and it was written by [F#m] a really good friend of mine from college [G] named Mike Ethan Messick.
And I've just always loved [D] his stuff, and he actually sent that song to me [D] [Dm] with the idea of us singing [G] on his record.
Yeah, it all came [G] together real nicely for me.
I mean, I was going for a [D] groove kind of influenced by like,
you know, Mark Youngers or Ray Wiley Hubbard or somebody like that.
And not necessarily telling a linear story so much as just [Am] painting a picture.
He was like, I [Bm] really want y'all to sing [Bm] harmony on this.
So I put it [C] in, I listened to it, and I was like,
God, we need to do it.
And so [D] we just worked it up and started singing it.
[G] And it's actually one of my favorites that we do.
It's nice [Em] and up-tempo.
[B] [E]
[B] [B] [E]
Old dots, boxwood, broken voices, old boxwoods still pionate.
Old men sniff through all their choices, big ones to regret and beg.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
[E]
[B] [E]
Not so dark and shadows darker, old black clothes on the power line.
Caducrates upon my marker, shotgun hole and highway sign.
Old drop dead, the sand is sober, where the long gone river flows.
Drug horn blows, the skin bulges off the carcass by the road.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
[E]
[B] [E]
[D] [A]
[E] [Em]
[D] [A]
[E]
What's this boxwood wooden crosshatch?
Hail your destination down.
Now and then get lost for life.
Not so far you can't be found.
Big green snake with skin like sequins, all alone make my skin crawl.
The devil don't sleep in on weekends.
The devil, he don't sleep at all.
Ooh, ooh, [Em]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
What's that feeling?
[E] Might [Em] be lonesome.
What's [E] that sound?
It must [B] be an engine [E] somewhere [B] rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might [E] be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be time.
Ooh,
[Em] ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[D]
[A] [E]
[Em] [D]
[A] [E]
[N]
Key:
E
B
D
Em
A
E
B
D
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [Bm] It's [A] Must Be Time, and it was written by [F#m] a really good friend of mine from college [G] named Mike Ethan Messick.
And I've just always loved [D] his stuff, and he actually sent that song to me [D] [Dm] with the idea of us singing [G] on his record.
Yeah, it all came [G] together real nicely for me.
I mean, I was going for a [D] groove kind of influenced by like,
you know, Mark Youngers or Ray Wiley Hubbard or somebody like that.
And not necessarily telling a linear story so much as just [Am] painting a picture.
He was like, I [Bm] really want y'all to sing [Bm] harmony on this.
So I put it [C] in, I listened to it, and I was like,
God, we need to do it.
And so [D] we just worked it up and started singing it.
[G] And it's actually one of my favorites that we do.
It's nice [Em] and up-tempo. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Old dots, boxwood, broken voices, old boxwoods still pionate.
Old men sniff through all their choices, big ones to regret and beg.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Not so dark and shadows darker, old black clothes on the power line.
Caducrates upon my marker, shotgun hole and highway sign.
Old drop dead, the sand is sober, where the long gone river flows.
Drug horn blows, the skin bulges off the carcass by the road.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
What's this boxwood wooden crosshatch?
Hail your destination down.
Now and then get lost for life.
Not so far you can't be found.
Big green snake with skin like sequins, all alone make my skin crawl.
The devil don't sleep in on weekends.
The devil, he don't sleep at all.
Ooh, _ _ _ _ _ _ ooh, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
What's that feeling?
[E] Might _ _ [Em] be lonesome.
What's [E] that sound?
It must [B] be an engine [E] somewhere [B] rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might [E] be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be time.
_ _ Ooh, _
_ _ [Em] _ _ ooh, _ _ _ _ _ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [Bm] It's [A] Must Be Time, and it was written by [F#m] a really good friend of mine from college [G] named Mike Ethan Messick.
And I've just always loved [D] his stuff, and he actually sent that song to me [D] [Dm] with the idea of us singing [G] on his record.
Yeah, it all came [G] together real nicely for me.
I mean, I was going for a [D] groove kind of influenced by like,
you know, Mark Youngers or Ray Wiley Hubbard or somebody like that.
And not necessarily telling a linear story so much as just [Am] painting a picture.
He was like, I [Bm] really want y'all to sing [Bm] harmony on this.
So I put it [C] in, I listened to it, and I was like,
God, we need to do it.
And so [D] we just worked it up and started singing it.
[G] And it's actually one of my favorites that we do.
It's nice [Em] and up-tempo. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Old dots, boxwood, broken voices, old boxwoods still pionate.
Old men sniff through all their choices, big ones to regret and beg.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Not so dark and shadows darker, old black clothes on the power line.
Caducrates upon my marker, shotgun hole and highway sign.
Old drop dead, the sand is sober, where the long gone river flows.
Drug horn blows, the skin bulges off the carcass by the road.
What's that sound?
It must be an engine somewhere rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be [B] time.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
What's this boxwood wooden crosshatch?
Hail your destination down.
Now and then get lost for life.
Not so far you can't be found.
Big green snake with skin like sequins, all alone make my skin crawl.
The devil don't sleep in on weekends.
The devil, he don't sleep at all.
Ooh, _ _ _ _ _ _ ooh, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
What's that feeling?
[E] Might _ _ [Em] be lonesome.
What's [E] that sound?
It must [B] be an engine [E] somewhere [B] rolling down the line.
What's that feeling?
Might [E] be lonesome, I'm so lonesome, must be time.
_ _ Ooh, _
_ _ [Em] _ _ ooh, _ _ _ _ _ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _