Will James Chords by Don Edwards
Tempo:
124.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [F#m]
[C#m] [D]
[A]
[Bm] [E] [A]
When I was but [D] a small boy, Father [A] bought me many books
About the creatures of [D] the river banks and [A] the sins of old sea [E] cooks
But [A] the ones I never [D] left behind with [A] those long forgotten games
Were [C#m] the tales of wild [F#m] and windy slopes by [Bm] the man they called Will [E] James
[A] The living of [D] his cowboy dreams, [A] or so it seemed to me
The perfect [D] combination, [A] riding high and [E] living free
[A] His heroes were [D] his horses, and [A] he drew them clear and true
And [C#m] on every page [F#m] they'd come alive and [Bm] they'd jump straight out [E] at you
His race toward the sunset was [D] the high and lonesome [A] kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
So I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the very [D] best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love was [A] the west
I remember up [D] on Dead Man's Creek [A] back thirty years or more
I hired out [D] a breaking course which [A] I'd never done [E] before
[A] City kid, [D] I ask myself now, [A] what would Will James do?
[C#m] And you know it was [F#m] the damnedest thing, [Bm] but it kinda got me [E] through
His race toward the sunset [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
[E] Like the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
[E] And his race toward the sunset [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
So I've memorized those [F#m] pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
If whiskey [F#m] was his mistress, [Bm] then his true love [E]
[A] was the west
[E] [A]
[C#m] [D]
[A]
[Bm] [E] [A]
When I was but [D] a small boy, Father [A] bought me many books
About the creatures of [D] the river banks and [A] the sins of old sea [E] cooks
But [A] the ones I never [D] left behind with [A] those long forgotten games
Were [C#m] the tales of wild [F#m] and windy slopes by [Bm] the man they called Will [E] James
[A] The living of [D] his cowboy dreams, [A] or so it seemed to me
The perfect [D] combination, [A] riding high and [E] living free
[A] His heroes were [D] his horses, and [A] he drew them clear and true
And [C#m] on every page [F#m] they'd come alive and [Bm] they'd jump straight out [E] at you
His race toward the sunset was [D] the high and lonesome [A] kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
So I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the very [D] best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love was [A] the west
I remember up [D] on Dead Man's Creek [A] back thirty years or more
I hired out [D] a breaking course which [A] I'd never done [E] before
[A] City kid, [D] I ask myself now, [A] what would Will James do?
[C#m] And you know it was [F#m] the damnedest thing, [Bm] but it kinda got me [E] through
His race toward the sunset [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
[E] Like the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
[E] And his race toward the sunset [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
So I've memorized those [F#m] pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
[A] If whiskey was his mistress, [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
If whiskey [F#m] was his mistress, [Bm] then his true love [E]
[A] was the west
[E] [A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
A
D
E
[A] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When I was but [D] a small boy, Father [A] bought me many books
_ About the creatures of [D] the river banks and [A] the sins of old sea [E] cooks
_ But [A] the ones I never [D] left behind with [A] those long forgotten games
Were [C#m] the tales of wild [F#m] and windy slopes by [Bm] the man they called Will [E] James
_ [A] The living of [D] his cowboy dreams, [A] or so it seemed to me
_ The perfect _ [D] combination, _ _ [A] riding high and [E] living free
_ [A] His heroes were [D] his horses, and [A] he drew them clear and true
_ And [C#m] on every page [F#m] they'd come alive and [Bm] they'd jump straight out [E] at you
_ His _ _ _ race toward the sunset was [D] the high and lonesome [A] kind _
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind _
So I've _ memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the very [D] best _
[A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love was [A] the west _
_ _ _ I remember up [D] on Dead Man's Creek [A] back thirty years or more
_ I _ hired out [D] a breaking course which [A] I'd never done [E] before
_ _ [A] City kid, [D] I ask myself now, [A] what would Will James do?
_ _ [C#m] And you know it was [F#m] the damnedest thing, [Bm] but it kinda got me [E] through _ _ _ _ _
His race toward the sunset _ [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind _
[E] Like the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind _
_ I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best _
[A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west _
_ _ _ _ [E] And his race toward the sunset _ [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
_ So I've _ memorized those [F#m] pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
_ [A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
_ If _ _ _ whiskey _ [F#m] was his mistress, [Bm] then his true love _ [E] _ _ _
[A] was the west
_ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When I was but [D] a small boy, Father [A] bought me many books
_ About the creatures of [D] the river banks and [A] the sins of old sea [E] cooks
_ But [A] the ones I never [D] left behind with [A] those long forgotten games
Were [C#m] the tales of wild [F#m] and windy slopes by [Bm] the man they called Will [E] James
_ [A] The living of [D] his cowboy dreams, [A] or so it seemed to me
_ The perfect _ [D] combination, _ _ [A] riding high and [E] living free
_ [A] His heroes were [D] his horses, and [A] he drew them clear and true
_ And [C#m] on every page [F#m] they'd come alive and [Bm] they'd jump straight out [E] at you
_ His _ _ _ race toward the sunset was [D] the high and lonesome [A] kind _
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind _
So I've _ memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the very [D] best _
[A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love was [A] the west _
_ _ _ I remember up [D] on Dead Man's Creek [A] back thirty years or more
_ I _ hired out [D] a breaking course which [A] I'd never done [E] before
_ _ [A] City kid, [D] I ask myself now, [A] what would Will James do?
_ _ [C#m] And you know it was [F#m] the damnedest thing, [Bm] but it kinda got me [E] through _ _ _ _ _
His race toward the sunset _ [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind _
[E] Like the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind _
_ I've memorized [F#m] those pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best _
[A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west _
_ _ _ _ [E] And his race toward the sunset _ [D] was the high and [A] lonesome kind
Like [E] the coyote always looking back, [D] he left no tracks [A] behind
_ So I've _ memorized those [F#m] pictures, boys, [C#m] they're still the [D] very best
_ [A] If whiskey _ was his mistress, _ [Bm] then his true [E] love [A] was the west
_ If _ _ _ whiskey _ [F#m] was his mistress, [Bm] then his true love _ [E] _ _ _
[A] was the west
_ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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