Chords for Willy Tea Taylor "Rue The Day" // Gondola Sessions
Tempo:
124.35 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Gm
C
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm]
[C] [Bb]
[Fm]
[Bb] [Ebm] [Bb]
[C] [Bb]
[Fm]
[F] [Bb]
Well, your [Gm] mama's pride, [F] your daddy's [Bb] pick of the litter, [C] the city lights won't glitter
when [D] you're passed out on the [Bb] road.
And your back is [Gm] strong, [F] but your mind keeps [Bb] on running, [C] running, trying to shake off [Eb] this
heavy, heavy [Bb] load.
And there's a tavern [Gm] somewhere [C] on the outskirts [Bb] of the valley, [F] in the golden hills of Cali,
there's [Eb] a barstool with [Bb] your name.
And the bottles on [Gm] the shelf [C] know nothing about [Bb] forgiveness, [Fm] they'll turn a man to sickness
as [Eb] he's drowning in his [Bb] shame.
And you're a feather [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel,
[F] flying low [Eb] over rocky [Bb] terrain.
And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing all [Bb] directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, brother,
[Eb] fall and rue the [Bb] day.
[Gm]
[F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
And your heart's [Gm] got all busted, [Fm] but it's never been [Bb] forgotten.
[F] Some things ain't as rotten as [Gm] that child in you [Bb] believes.
Just pick yourself [Gm] on up,
[F] cause some things [Bb] they won't wait.
[F] You know it's not too late to [Dm] just step out and sing.
[Bb]
So put that [Gm] bottle down and [F] you go clear [Bb] your head.
[F] Hell, you ain't dead, you just [Gm] gotta mend up those [Bb] wings.
Cause you're a feather [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel,
[F] flying low [D] over rocky [Bb] terrain.
And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing [Bb] all directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, or [Dm] fall
and rue [Bb] the day.
[F] Just pick yourself on up, brother, [D] fall and rue the day.
[Bb] [Dm]
[D]
[C] [Bb]
[Fm]
[Bb] [Ebm] [Bb]
[C] [Bb]
[Fm]
[F] [Bb]
Well, your [Gm] mama's pride, [F] your daddy's [Bb] pick of the litter, [C] the city lights won't glitter
when [D] you're passed out on the [Bb] road.
And your back is [Gm] strong, [F] but your mind keeps [Bb] on running, [C] running, trying to shake off [Eb] this
heavy, heavy [Bb] load.
And there's a tavern [Gm] somewhere [C] on the outskirts [Bb] of the valley, [F] in the golden hills of Cali,
there's [Eb] a barstool with [Bb] your name.
And the bottles on [Gm] the shelf [C] know nothing about [Bb] forgiveness, [Fm] they'll turn a man to sickness
as [Eb] he's drowning in his [Bb] shame.
And you're a feather [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel,
[F] flying low [Eb] over rocky [Bb] terrain.
And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing all [Bb] directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, brother,
[Eb] fall and rue the [Bb] day.
[Gm]
[F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
And your heart's [Gm] got all busted, [Fm] but it's never been [Bb] forgotten.
[F] Some things ain't as rotten as [Gm] that child in you [Bb] believes.
Just pick yourself [Gm] on up,
[F] cause some things [Bb] they won't wait.
[F] You know it's not too late to [Dm] just step out and sing.
[Bb]
So put that [Gm] bottle down and [F] you go clear [Bb] your head.
[F] Hell, you ain't dead, you just [Gm] gotta mend up those [Bb] wings.
Cause you're a feather [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel,
[F] flying low [D] over rocky [Bb] terrain.
And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing [Bb] all directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, or [Dm] fall
and rue [Bb] the day.
[F] Just pick yourself on up, brother, [D] fall and rue the day.
[Bb] [Dm]
[D]
Key:
Bb
F
Gm
C
Eb
Bb
F
Gm
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, your [Gm] mama's pride, _ [F] your daddy's [Bb] pick of the litter, _ [C] the city lights won't glitter
when [D] you're passed out on the [Bb] road. _ _
_ _ And your back is [Gm] strong, [F] but your mind keeps [Bb] on running, _ [C] running, trying to shake off [Eb] this
heavy, heavy [Bb] load. _ _ _
And there's a tavern [Gm] somewhere [C] on the outskirts [Bb] of the valley, [F] in the golden hills of Cali,
there's [Eb] a barstool with [Bb] your name. _
_ _ And the bottles on [Gm] the shelf [C] know nothing about [Bb] forgiveness, [Fm] they'll turn a man to sickness
as [Eb] he's drowning in his [Bb] shame.
_ _ _ And you're a feather _ [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel, _
[F] flying _ low [Eb] over rocky [Bb] terrain. _ _
_ _ And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing all [Bb] directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, brother,
_ [Eb] fall and rue the [Bb] day. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ And your heart's [Gm] got all busted, [Fm] but it's never been [Bb] forgotten.
_ _ [F] Some things ain't as rotten as [Gm] that child in you [Bb] believes. _ _ _ _ _
Just pick yourself [Gm] on up, _
[F] cause some things [Bb] they won't wait. _
[F] You know it's not too late to [Dm] just step out and sing.
[Bb] _ _
_ _ _ So put that [Gm] bottle down and [F] you go clear [Bb] your head.
_ [F] Hell, you ain't dead, you just [Gm] gotta mend up those [Bb] wings.
_ _ _ Cause you're a feather _ [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel, _
[F] flying _ low [D] over rocky [Bb] terrain. _ _
_ And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing [Bb] all directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, or [Dm] fall
and rue [Bb] the day.
_ [F] Just pick yourself on up, brother, _ [D] fall and rue the day.
[Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, your [Gm] mama's pride, _ [F] your daddy's [Bb] pick of the litter, _ [C] the city lights won't glitter
when [D] you're passed out on the [Bb] road. _ _
_ _ And your back is [Gm] strong, [F] but your mind keeps [Bb] on running, _ [C] running, trying to shake off [Eb] this
heavy, heavy [Bb] load. _ _ _
And there's a tavern [Gm] somewhere [C] on the outskirts [Bb] of the valley, [F] in the golden hills of Cali,
there's [Eb] a barstool with [Bb] your name. _
_ _ And the bottles on [Gm] the shelf [C] know nothing about [Bb] forgiveness, [Fm] they'll turn a man to sickness
as [Eb] he's drowning in his [Bb] shame.
_ _ _ And you're a feather _ [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel, _
[F] flying _ low [Eb] over rocky [Bb] terrain. _ _
_ _ And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing all [Bb] directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, brother,
_ [Eb] fall and rue the [Bb] day. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ And your heart's [Gm] got all busted, [Fm] but it's never been [Bb] forgotten.
_ _ [F] Some things ain't as rotten as [Gm] that child in you [Bb] believes. _ _ _ _ _
Just pick yourself [Gm] on up, _
[F] cause some things [Bb] they won't wait. _
[F] You know it's not too late to [Dm] just step out and sing.
[Bb] _ _
_ _ _ So put that [Gm] bottle down and [F] you go clear [Bb] your head.
_ [F] Hell, you ain't dead, you just [Gm] gotta mend up those [Bb] wings.
_ _ _ Cause you're a feather _ [Gm] away [F] from a fallen [Bb] angel, _
[F] flying _ low [D] over rocky [Bb] terrain. _ _
_ And the winds [Gm] of change, [F] they're blowing [Bb] all directions, [F] just pick yourself on up, or [Dm] fall
and rue [Bb] the day.
_ [F] Just pick yourself on up, brother, _ [D] fall and rue the day.
[Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _