Chords for Tom T. Hall - Greed Kills More People Than Whiskey
Tempo:
160.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Fm]
[C] [A] [D]
[Eb] [C]
I was standing outside of a hotel in Houston,
[G] Blinking my eyes in the bright [C] morning sun.
The fella next to me said, where are you headed?
[G] I told him to Nashville, cause that's where [C] I'm from.
I said I had one or two many last evening,
[G] Brother, I damn near fell off of my [C] steed.
He said, yeah, whiskey gets em, and whiskey gets many.
[G] But listen son, nothing kills people [C] like greed.
I said huh, and I turned to him, and he was a cowboy, [G] about fifty years old, in a big western [C] hat.
Sir, did you say that greed kills more people than whiskey?
If [G] my taxi don't come, tell me more about [C] that.
[F]
[Fm] [C]
[A] [D] [Dm] [Eb]
[C]
He said I knew a guy who made millions on millions.
[G] Then he turned right around and made millions [C] on that.
He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots.
[G] He could touch an old steer and it'd just turn him [C] to that.
And he coveted money that other folks lived on.
[G] He never spent nickels he thought he [C] could keep.
It was money that made him a nighthawk and a warrior.
[G] And soon it was money that robbed him [C] of sleep.
And they buried him deep in a West Texas graveyard.
[G] They put up a tombstone of all [C] he had done.
I am the man that he fired for a few beers, [G] but I'm sure feeling good in the West [C] Texas sun.
[F]
[C] [A]
[D] [Eb]
[C] [Am] [Em] [C] I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi [G] and I thought of the two things I keep doing [C] wrong.
The man said that greed kills more people than whiskey [G] and I'm sitting here hungover writing a [Abm] song.
[Am]
[B] [N]
[C] [A] [D]
[Eb] [C]
I was standing outside of a hotel in Houston,
[G] Blinking my eyes in the bright [C] morning sun.
The fella next to me said, where are you headed?
[G] I told him to Nashville, cause that's where [C] I'm from.
I said I had one or two many last evening,
[G] Brother, I damn near fell off of my [C] steed.
He said, yeah, whiskey gets em, and whiskey gets many.
[G] But listen son, nothing kills people [C] like greed.
I said huh, and I turned to him, and he was a cowboy, [G] about fifty years old, in a big western [C] hat.
Sir, did you say that greed kills more people than whiskey?
If [G] my taxi don't come, tell me more about [C] that.
[F]
[Fm] [C]
[A] [D] [Dm] [Eb]
[C]
He said I knew a guy who made millions on millions.
[G] Then he turned right around and made millions [C] on that.
He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots.
[G] He could touch an old steer and it'd just turn him [C] to that.
And he coveted money that other folks lived on.
[G] He never spent nickels he thought he [C] could keep.
It was money that made him a nighthawk and a warrior.
[G] And soon it was money that robbed him [C] of sleep.
And they buried him deep in a West Texas graveyard.
[G] They put up a tombstone of all [C] he had done.
I am the man that he fired for a few beers, [G] but I'm sure feeling good in the West [C] Texas sun.
[F]
[C] [A]
[D] [Eb]
[C] [Am] [Em] [C] I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi [G] and I thought of the two things I keep doing [C] wrong.
The man said that greed kills more people than whiskey [G] and I'm sitting here hungover writing a [Abm] song.
[Am]
[B] [N]
Key:
C
G
F
A
D
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ I was standing outside of a hotel in Houston, _
[G] _ Blinking my eyes in the bright [C] morning sun. _ _ _ _
The fella next to me said, where are you headed?
_ [G] I told him to Nashville, cause that's where [C] I'm from. _
_ _ _ I said I had one or two many last evening, _
[G] _ Brother, I damn near fell off of my [C] steed.
_ _ He said, yeah, whiskey gets em, _ _ and whiskey gets many.
_ _ [G] But listen son, nothing kills people [C] like greed.
_ _ _ _ I said huh, and I turned to him, and he was a cowboy, _ [G] about fifty years _ old, in a big western [C] hat. _ _ _ _
Sir, did you say that greed _ kills more people than whiskey?
_ If [G] my taxi don't come, _ tell me more about [C] that.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
He said I knew a guy who made millions on millions.
_ _ [G] Then he turned right around and made millions [C] on that.
_ _ _ He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots.
[G] He could touch an old steer and it'd just turn him [C] to that. _ _ _
_ And he coveted money that other folks lived on.
[G] He never spent _ nickels he thought he [C] could keep.
_ _ _ It was money that made him a nighthawk and a warrior.
_ [G] And soon it was money _ that robbed him [C] of sleep. _
_ _ And they buried him deep in a West Texas graveyard. _
[G] They put up a tombstone of all [C] he had done. _ _ _ _ _
I am the man that he fired for a few beers, [G] but I'm sure feeling good in the West [C] Texas sun.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [Em] [C] I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi _ [G] and I thought of the two things I keep doing [C] wrong. _
_ _ The man said that greed kills more people than whiskey [G] and I'm sitting here hungover _ _ writing _ _ a [Abm] song.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ I was standing outside of a hotel in Houston, _
[G] _ Blinking my eyes in the bright [C] morning sun. _ _ _ _
The fella next to me said, where are you headed?
_ [G] I told him to Nashville, cause that's where [C] I'm from. _
_ _ _ I said I had one or two many last evening, _
[G] _ Brother, I damn near fell off of my [C] steed.
_ _ He said, yeah, whiskey gets em, _ _ and whiskey gets many.
_ _ [G] But listen son, nothing kills people [C] like greed.
_ _ _ _ I said huh, and I turned to him, and he was a cowboy, _ [G] about fifty years _ old, in a big western [C] hat. _ _ _ _
Sir, did you say that greed _ kills more people than whiskey?
_ If [G] my taxi don't come, _ tell me more about [C] that.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
He said I knew a guy who made millions on millions.
_ _ [G] Then he turned right around and made millions [C] on that.
_ _ _ He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots.
[G] He could touch an old steer and it'd just turn him [C] to that. _ _ _
_ And he coveted money that other folks lived on.
[G] He never spent _ nickels he thought he [C] could keep.
_ _ _ It was money that made him a nighthawk and a warrior.
_ [G] And soon it was money _ that robbed him [C] of sleep. _
_ _ And they buried him deep in a West Texas graveyard. _
[G] They put up a tombstone of all [C] he had done. _ _ _ _ _
I am the man that he fired for a few beers, [G] but I'm sure feeling good in the West [C] Texas sun.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [Em] [C] I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi _ [G] and I thought of the two things I keep doing [C] wrong. _
_ _ The man said that greed kills more people than whiskey [G] and I'm sitting here hungover _ _ writing _ _ a [Abm] song.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _