Chords for Verlon Thompson - Joe Walker's Mare - 3/27/2010 - Springfest
Tempo:
105.725 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
F#
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Now, Joe Walker's mare was a mighty [D] good ride.
She was no bag of bones, she was no hunk of hide.
[Em] He gave her to me the day [F#m] that he [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good [F#] ride.
When [A] Joe Walker found her, she was lonesome and lame.
[D] Her tail entangled, birds in [E] her mane,
in the art buckle bathrooms [B] in a cold, foreign [F#] rain.
[D] When Joe Walker found her, [Bm] she was lonesome and lame, [E] John.
[A] [D]
[E]
[D]
[B] Now, Joe Walker rode her for twenty-some years.
He gave most of this country between her two ears.
[E] He found him a good, and he never switched gears.
[D] Joe Walker rode her [Bm] for twenty-some years.
[A] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[D] She carried a queen or a chalked-off half-oose.
[E] Bareback and frivol, no saddle, [F#m] no use.
[D] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[E]
[E] [F#]
[D] [B] Now she pulled the wagons that hauled him away,
[Bm] in the box he had built for his [D] burial day.
[B] She even dropped her head for that creature to pray.
And [D] then I'll hitch the wagons, and they hauled him away.
[Am] And I never rode her, it [F#] just didn't seem right.
Oh, I [A] brushed her and I combed her, most every night.
[E] And I thought about it, but [F#m] dream as I might,
[D] I would not ride her, [C] it just didn't seem right.
[G#] So in the [A] Arbuckle Mountains, somewhere running free,
[D] is the son of that mare, Joe Walker gave me.
[E] I turned and loosed the day that she [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
She was an old bag of bones, no [F#m] hump to hide.
[D] Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
[F#] [Am] [D]
[Em]
[F#] [D]
[A]
[D]
[E]
[F#] [D]
[E]
[D]
[B]
[D] [Bm]
[E] [A]
She was no bag of bones, she was no hunk of hide.
[Em] He gave her to me the day [F#m] that he [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good [F#] ride.
When [A] Joe Walker found her, she was lonesome and lame.
[D] Her tail entangled, birds in [E] her mane,
in the art buckle bathrooms [B] in a cold, foreign [F#] rain.
[D] When Joe Walker found her, [Bm] she was lonesome and lame, [E] John.
[A] [D]
[E]
[D]
[B] Now, Joe Walker rode her for twenty-some years.
He gave most of this country between her two ears.
[E] He found him a good, and he never switched gears.
[D] Joe Walker rode her [Bm] for twenty-some years.
[A] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[D] She carried a queen or a chalked-off half-oose.
[E] Bareback and frivol, no saddle, [F#m] no use.
[D] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[E]
[E] [F#]
[D] [B] Now she pulled the wagons that hauled him away,
[Bm] in the box he had built for his [D] burial day.
[B] She even dropped her head for that creature to pray.
And [D] then I'll hitch the wagons, and they hauled him away.
[Am] And I never rode her, it [F#] just didn't seem right.
Oh, I [A] brushed her and I combed her, most every night.
[E] And I thought about it, but [F#m] dream as I might,
[D] I would not ride her, [C] it just didn't seem right.
[G#] So in the [A] Arbuckle Mountains, somewhere running free,
[D] is the son of that mare, Joe Walker gave me.
[E] I turned and loosed the day that she [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
She was an old bag of bones, no [F#m] hump to hide.
[D] Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
[F#] [Am] [D]
[Em]
[F#] [D]
[A]
[D]
[E]
[F#] [D]
[E]
[D]
[B]
[D] [Bm]
[E] [A]
Key:
D
E
F#
A
B
D
E
F#
_ Now, Joe Walker's mare was a mighty [D] good ride.
She was no bag of bones, she was no hunk of hide.
[Em] He gave her to me the day [F#m] that he [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good [F#] ride.
When [A] Joe Walker found her, she was lonesome and lame.
[D] Her tail entangled, birds in [E] her mane,
in the art buckle bathrooms [B] in a cold, foreign [F#] rain.
[D] When Joe Walker found her, [Bm] she was lonesome and lame, [E] John. _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[B] Now, Joe Walker rode her for twenty-some years.
He gave most of this country between her two ears.
[E] He found him a good, and he never switched gears.
[D] Joe Walker rode her [Bm] for twenty-some years.
[A] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[D] She carried a queen or a chalked-off half-oose.
[E] Bareback and frivol, no saddle, [F#m] no use.
[D] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [B] _ Now she pulled the wagons that hauled him away,
[Bm] in the box he had built for his [D] burial day.
[B] She even dropped her head for that creature to pray.
And [D] then I'll hitch the wagons, and they hauled him away. _ _ _
[Am] And I never rode her, it [F#] just didn't seem right.
Oh, I [A] brushed her and I combed her, most every night.
[E] And I thought about it, but [F#m] dream as I might,
[D] I would not ride her, _ [C] it just didn't seem right.
[G#] _ _ _ So in the [A] Arbuckle Mountains, somewhere running free,
[D] is the son of that mare, Joe Walker gave me.
[E] I turned and loosed the day that she [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
She was an old bag of bones, no [F#m] hump to hide.
[D] Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
She was no bag of bones, she was no hunk of hide.
[Em] He gave her to me the day [F#m] that he [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good [F#] ride.
When [A] Joe Walker found her, she was lonesome and lame.
[D] Her tail entangled, birds in [E] her mane,
in the art buckle bathrooms [B] in a cold, foreign [F#] rain.
[D] When Joe Walker found her, [Bm] she was lonesome and lame, [E] John. _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[B] Now, Joe Walker rode her for twenty-some years.
He gave most of this country between her two ears.
[E] He found him a good, and he never switched gears.
[D] Joe Walker rode her [Bm] for twenty-some years.
[A] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[D] She carried a queen or a chalked-off half-oose.
[E] Bareback and frivol, no saddle, [F#m] no use.
[D] She never reared up, no, she never broke boots.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [B] _ Now she pulled the wagons that hauled him away,
[Bm] in the box he had built for his [D] burial day.
[B] She even dropped her head for that creature to pray.
And [D] then I'll hitch the wagons, and they hauled him away. _ _ _
[Am] And I never rode her, it [F#] just didn't seem right.
Oh, I [A] brushed her and I combed her, most every night.
[E] And I thought about it, but [F#m] dream as I might,
[D] I would not ride her, _ [C] it just didn't seem right.
[G#] _ _ _ So in the [A] Arbuckle Mountains, somewhere running free,
[D] is the son of that mare, Joe Walker gave me.
[E] I turned and loosed the day that she [D] died.
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
She was an old bag of bones, no [F#m] hump to hide.
[D] Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _