Chords for Tyler Childers::Paintsville, KY artist @ Flicker 1-5-17
Tempo:
118.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
F
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] [G]
[C]
[G] [G] [E] [G]
[F] [G]
[C] He invited me digging, so I picked up [D] my string [G] and shoveled it in jars of time.
He made me prepare [D] for a bottle [G] of [D] wine, one of those Mars Mountain [G] wines.
[Dm] [G]
We trudged [D] through the snow, straight [G] up the hillside, just to reach for a plow.
Then we slowed and [D] went down [G] to an [D] overhang, and came [G] from the ridgeside.
We bent over our handles [D] and we fell [Gm] in the ground, [C] in the [Dm] dark and [G] bloody ground.
[C]
[G] [F]
[G] [Dm] [C]
[G] [F]
[G]
Well, the bits were breaking [C] ground, but the wine kept [G] us going.
The moon tide was flowing, keeping [D] us warm.
[G] Because it ain't [D] hold a girl, but it's a fistful [G] of show.
You gotta find [D] your fire in something [C] warm.
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G]
[C] [G]
[F] [G]
We dug [C] for a while, then it all [G] turned to ash.
We found a bunch of brook, flint, and [Dm] a few bent scrolls.
[Gb]
[G] Then I heard [D] Jesse yell over the pile [G] he was sifting,
shooting hills like the [Bb] angel [D] calling us [C] home.
Jesse, I've [G] come home.
It landed in [C] jail, it was looted [G] and cold.
It was too hot as a pistol I kept on [D] my [F] side.
[G] I fainted, said, yes, [C] I broke [G] ass and busted.
I pulled out my pistol [D] and took [G] Jesse's life.
[C] [G]
[C] Folks like that [G] is hard to find.
Mixed with the pedals, we'd come by with a chunk [D] of change.
[G] Left over from burning [C] all the way [G] to the knees.
[C] [G] Oh, Lord, [D] you've come my way.
Lord, you've come my [G] way.
[D] [C]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [F]
[G] [C] [D] [G]
I sit in the cell for a day and it cold.
I don't know, Lord, but no one might have killed [D] him that day.
[G] I reckon the [C] chase was pills [G] and powder,
corn and liquor and wood and lead [D] and hope for the grave.
[C] [G] [E] [N]
[C]
[G] [G] [E] [G]
[F] [G]
[C] He invited me digging, so I picked up [D] my string [G] and shoveled it in jars of time.
He made me prepare [D] for a bottle [G] of [D] wine, one of those Mars Mountain [G] wines.
[Dm] [G]
We trudged [D] through the snow, straight [G] up the hillside, just to reach for a plow.
Then we slowed and [D] went down [G] to an [D] overhang, and came [G] from the ridgeside.
We bent over our handles [D] and we fell [Gm] in the ground, [C] in the [Dm] dark and [G] bloody ground.
[C]
[G] [F]
[G] [Dm] [C]
[G] [F]
[G]
Well, the bits were breaking [C] ground, but the wine kept [G] us going.
The moon tide was flowing, keeping [D] us warm.
[G] Because it ain't [D] hold a girl, but it's a fistful [G] of show.
You gotta find [D] your fire in something [C] warm.
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G]
[C] [G]
[F] [G]
We dug [C] for a while, then it all [G] turned to ash.
We found a bunch of brook, flint, and [Dm] a few bent scrolls.
[Gb]
[G] Then I heard [D] Jesse yell over the pile [G] he was sifting,
shooting hills like the [Bb] angel [D] calling us [C] home.
Jesse, I've [G] come home.
It landed in [C] jail, it was looted [G] and cold.
It was too hot as a pistol I kept on [D] my [F] side.
[G] I fainted, said, yes, [C] I broke [G] ass and busted.
I pulled out my pistol [D] and took [G] Jesse's life.
[C] [G]
[C] Folks like that [G] is hard to find.
Mixed with the pedals, we'd come by with a chunk [D] of change.
[G] Left over from burning [C] all the way [G] to the knees.
[C] [G] Oh, Lord, [D] you've come my way.
Lord, you've come my [G] way.
[D] [C]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [F]
[G] [C] [D] [G]
I sit in the cell for a day and it cold.
I don't know, Lord, but no one might have killed [D] him that day.
[G] I reckon the [C] chase was pills [G] and powder,
corn and liquor and wood and lead [D] and hope for the grave.
[C] [G] [E] [N]
Key:
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Dm
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ He invited me digging, so I picked up [D] my string [G] and shoveled it in jars of time.
He made me prepare [D] for a bottle [G] of [D] wine, one of those Mars Mountain [G] wines.
[Dm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ We trudged [D] through the snow, straight [G] up the hillside, just to reach for a plow.
Then we slowed and [D] went down [G] to an [D] overhang, and came [G] from the ridgeside.
We bent over our handles [D] and we fell [Gm] in the ground, [C] in the [Dm] dark and [G] bloody ground.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the bits were breaking [C] ground, but the wine kept [G] us going.
The moon tide was flowing, keeping [D] us warm.
[G] Because it ain't [D] hold a girl, but it's a fistful [G] of show.
You gotta find [D] your fire in something [C] warm.
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ We dug [C] for a while, then it all [G] turned to ash.
We found a bunch of brook, flint, and [Dm] a few bent scrolls.
[Gb] _
[G] Then I heard [D] Jesse yell over the pile [G] he was sifting,
shooting hills like the [Bb] angel [D] calling us [C] home.
Jesse, I've [G] come home.
_ _ _ _ _ It landed in [C] jail, it was looted [G] and cold.
It was too hot as a pistol I kept on [D] my [F] side.
[G] I fainted, said, yes, [C] I broke [G] ass and busted.
I pulled out my pistol [D] and took [G] Jesse's life.
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ Folks like that [G] is hard to find.
Mixed with the pedals, we'd come by with a chunk [D] of change.
_ [G] Left over from burning [C] all the way [G] to the knees.
[C] _ [G] Oh, Lord, [D] you've come my way.
Lord, you've come my [G] way.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I sit in the cell for a day and it cold.
I don't know, Lord, but no one might have killed [D] him that day.
_ [G] I reckon the [C] chase was pills [G] and powder,
corn and liquor and wood and lead [D] and hope for the grave.
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ He invited me digging, so I picked up [D] my string [G] and shoveled it in jars of time.
He made me prepare [D] for a bottle [G] of [D] wine, one of those Mars Mountain [G] wines.
[Dm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ We trudged [D] through the snow, straight [G] up the hillside, just to reach for a plow.
Then we slowed and [D] went down [G] to an [D] overhang, and came [G] from the ridgeside.
We bent over our handles [D] and we fell [Gm] in the ground, [C] in the [Dm] dark and [G] bloody ground.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the bits were breaking [C] ground, but the wine kept [G] us going.
The moon tide was flowing, keeping [D] us warm.
[G] Because it ain't [D] hold a girl, but it's a fistful [G] of show.
You gotta find [D] your fire in something [C] warm.
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ We dug [C] for a while, then it all [G] turned to ash.
We found a bunch of brook, flint, and [Dm] a few bent scrolls.
[Gb] _
[G] Then I heard [D] Jesse yell over the pile [G] he was sifting,
shooting hills like the [Bb] angel [D] calling us [C] home.
Jesse, I've [G] come home.
_ _ _ _ _ It landed in [C] jail, it was looted [G] and cold.
It was too hot as a pistol I kept on [D] my [F] side.
[G] I fainted, said, yes, [C] I broke [G] ass and busted.
I pulled out my pistol [D] and took [G] Jesse's life.
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ Folks like that [G] is hard to find.
Mixed with the pedals, we'd come by with a chunk [D] of change.
_ [G] Left over from burning [C] all the way [G] to the knees.
[C] _ [G] Oh, Lord, [D] you've come my way.
Lord, you've come my [G] way.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I sit in the cell for a day and it cold.
I don't know, Lord, but no one might have killed [D] him that day.
_ [G] I reckon the [C] chase was pills [G] and powder,
corn and liquor and wood and lead [D] and hope for the grave.
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _