6 6 6 -6 6 -5 6 5 -4 4
How man-y roads must a man wa-lk down

5 6 6 -6 6 -5 6
be-fore you call him a man?

5 -5 6 6 6 -6
Yes ‘n’ how man-y seas

6 -5 6 5 -4 4
must a white do-ve sail

5 6 5 -5 -5 5 -4
be-fore she sleeps in the sand?

5 -5 6 6 6 -6
Yes ‘n’ how man-y times

6 -5 6 6 5 -4 4
must the can-non ba-lls fly

5 6 6 -6 6 -5 6
be-fore they’re for-ev-er banned?

5 -5 -5 5 -4
The an-swer, my friend,

-4 5 5 5 -4 4
is blow-in’ in the wind,

5 -5 -5 5 -4 -4 4 -4 4
The an-swer is blow-in’ in the wind.

these last three lines sound better when played as chords. In fact so
does the rest of the tune.

Blowin’ Down The Road .

Key D 2/4 time

Rather fast, with vitality,= 120 bpm

Guitar chords of A7 D D7 G

Folk song of the American depression era.

Form and origin is a Negro Blues, but

Millions of Okies, Arkies, southern crackers

Homeless and jobless, made it the blues of

“The Grapes of Wrath” people.

A version by Woody Guthrie can be heard on U/Tube

D

Well I’m //:blow-in’ down that/old dust-y/

6 6 6 6 -6 6 7(7) -6 6

D7 G

Road Lawd/Lawd yes I’m/blow-in’down that/

5 5 -4 4 -4 -4 3 3 4 4

D G

Old dust-y/road /yes I’m/blow-in’down that/

-4-4 4 3 4 4 4 3 3 4 4

D

Old dust-y/road Lawd/Lawd an’I/

-4-4 4 -4 6 6 6 6 6

A7 D

ain’t a gon-na be/treat-ed this-a/-way//

6 6 6 6(6)6 6 -5 5 -4 4

D

V2.well I’m goin’where the climate suits my

D7

clothes Lawd Lawd,

G

yes I’m goin’where the climate suits my

D

clothes,

G

yes I’m goin’where the climate suits my

D

clothes Lawd Lawd

A7 D

I’m goin’ where them chilly winds don’t blow.

D

V3 well I’m goin’ where the water tastes like

D7

Wine Lawd, Lawd,

G D

Yes I’m goin’where the water tastes like wine

G D

Yes I’m goin’where the water tastes like wine

Lawd,Lawd,

A7

‘cause the New York* water tastes like

D

Turpentine

D D7

V4 who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone Lawd,Lawd

G D

Who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone

G D

Who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone Lawd,Lawd

A7 D

When I’m gone down that long lonesome road

D D7

V5 It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet

Lawd,Lawd,

G D

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,

G D

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,

Lawd,Lawd,

A7 D

An’I ain’t gonna be treated this–a-way.

D D7

V6 I ain’t got but one old lousy dime, Lawd,Lawd,

G D

I ain’t got but one old lousy dime,

G D

I ain’t got but one old lousy dime, Lawd,Lawd,

A7 D

But I’ll find me a new dollar some old day.

D D7

V7 I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow,

Lawd,Lawd

G D

Yes I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow,

G D

Yes I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow

Lawd,Lawd,

A7 D

An I ain’t a-gonna be treated this-a-way

Sea Chantey from Newfoundland

Key: G

Time: 3/4

3 4 -4 4 -3” 3 3

6 7 -8 7 -6 6 6

Come all ye young sail-or men,

5 -5 3 54

8 -9 6 87

Lis-ten to me

-3 -3” -3 -3” 3 3

-7 -6 -7 -6 6 6

I’ll sing you a song of

3 -4 5 -4 4

6 -8 8 -8 7

The fish of the sea

3 5 -4 4 3 2 3

6 8 -8 7 6 5 6

Then blow, ye winds, west-er-ly

-3” -2”-3”3 2

-6 -5 -6 6 5

West-er-ly blow

3 4 -4 4 -3” 3

6 7 -8 7 -6 6

We’re bound to the south-ward

3 -4 5 -4 4

6 -8 8 -8 7

So stead-y she goes

Sea Chantey from Newfoundland

Key: G

Time: 3/4

-5 7 -7 7 6 -5 -5

Come all ye young sail-or men,

-8 8 -5 -87

Lis-ten to me

-6* 6 -6* 6 -5 -5

I’ll sing you a song of

-5 -7 -8 -7 7

The fish of the sea

-5 -8 -7 7 -5 -4 -5

Then blow, ye winds, west-er-ly

6 5 6 -5-4

West-er-ly blow

-5 7 -7 7 6 -5

We’re bound to the south-ward

-5 -7 -8 -7 7

So stead-y she goes

18th C. American Sea Chantey

Key: D

3 4 4 4 4 4-3-3”

6 7 7 7 7 7-7-6

‘Tis ad-ver-tised in Bos-ton

3 4 4 4 -4 6

6 7 7 7 -8 9

New York and Buf-fa-lo

6 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -4 -4

9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -8 -8 -8

Five hun-dred brave A-mer-i-cans

-4 -3” 4 -4 4 4-3-3”3

-8 -6 7 -8 7 7-7-66

A whal-ing for to go

-3” 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 3

-6 6 7 7 7 7 7 7 6

Sing-ing blow ye winds in the morn-ing

3 4 4 4 -4 6

6 7 7 7 -8 9

And blow ye winds high-o

-5 -5 -6 -6 -4 -4 6

-9 -9 -10 -10 -8 -8 9

Clear a-way the run-ning gear

6 -4 -4 6 6 4

9 -8 -8 9 9 7

And blow ye winds high-o

18th C. American Sea Chantey

Key: D

-3 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5*-4

‘Tis ad-ver-tised in Bos-ton

-3 -5 -5 -5 -6* -7

New York and Buf-fa-lo

-7 7 7 7 7 -6*-6* -6*

Five hun-dred brave A-mer-i-cans

-6* -4 -5 6 -5 -55*-4-3

A whal-ing for to go

-4 -3 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -3

Sing-ing blow ye winds in the morn-ing

-3 -5 -5 -5 -6* -7

And blow ye winds high-o

7 7 -8 -8 -6* -6* -7

Clear a-way the run-ning gear

-7 6 6 -7 -7 -5

And blow ye winds high-o

5 -4 4
Blow your harp
5 -4 4
Blow your harp

-4 -4 6 -5
Keep on playing
5 -4 4
Blow your harp!

Well, Here you have it!
An easy tune for kids to start playing.
I think I played both on flute
and piano as a kid.

-9 8 -8 -9 8 -8 -9 6
Yeah, when the sun rose this morn-ing

-4 -4 5 6 5 6 5 -4 -3’ -2
I did-n’t have my ba-by by my side

-9 8 -8 -9 8 -8 -9 6
Yeah, when the sun rose this morn-ing

-4 -4 5 6 5 6 5 -4 -3’ -2
I did-n’t have my ba-by by my side

-9 8 -8 -8 -9 -8 -6 -4
Well, I did-n’t know where she was

-4 -4 -8 7 7 7 -7 6
Was she out with an-oth-er guy?

-9 8 8 -9 9 9 6
Yeah, don’t the sun look lone-some

-8 -8 7 6 7 6 6
Shin-ing down be-hind the tree?

-9 8 8 -9 9 9 6
Yeah, don’t the sun look lone-some

-8 -8 7 6 7 6 6
Shin-ing down be-hind the tree?

-9 8 -8 -9 8 -8 -8 7 7 6
Well, I don’t care how it looks so lone-some

5 6 6 6 5 6 -4 -2
When your ba-by picks up to leave

-9 -9 -9 -9 -9
Yeah, blow wind, blow wind

-8 -8 -8 -8 7 7 6
Blow my ba-by back to me

-9 -9 -9 -9 -9
Well, blow wind blow wind

-8 -8 -8 -8 7 6 6
Blow my ba-by back to me

-9 -9 -9 8 7 6 -4
Well, don’t you find them so fine?

5 6 5 -4 5 5 -3 -2
My heart’s gon-na be in mis-’ry

-9 -9 -9 -9 -9
Yeah, good-bye, ba-by

5 6 7 7 6 6 6
I don’t have no more to say

-9 -9 -9 -9 -9
Yeah, good-bye, ba-by

5 6 -8 -8 7 6 6
I don’t have no more to say

-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -8 -8 -8 -8
Well, you know I know you don’t love me

-4 -4 -9 -8 7 6 6
Go a-head and have your way

W: John Stobbs

English folk song

Key: Ab

Time: 6/8

4 -3* 3* -1* 1 -1*

Blow the wind South-er-ly

-2 1* -2 -1* 1 -1*

South-er-ly South-er-ly

4 -3* 3* -1* 1

Blow the wind South o’er

-1* -2 -3* 3 3*

The bon-nie blue sea

4 -3* 3* -1* 1 -1*

Blow the wind South-er-ly

-2 1* -2 -1* 1 -1*

South-er-ly South-er-ly

4 -3* 3* -1* 1

Blow bon-nie breeze.

-1* -2 -3* 3 3*

My lov-er to me

4 4 4 -5* -3*

They told me last night

-3* -5* 3* -3* 3* 3 -2

There were ships in the off-ing

-1* 4 4 -5* -3*

And I hur-ried down

-3* -5* -5 5 -5 -5*

To the deep roll-ing sea

-5*-5* -6 -6 -6 -5* -5*

But my eye could not see it

-5* 5* 5* 5* 5 -3*

Wher-ev-er might be it

3* 4 -3* 3* -2 4*

The bark that is bear-ing

4 -3* 3* 3 3*

My lov-er to me

3 5 6 6- 6 5 3 5 6 6- 6 5 6 6-

4- 4 4- 3- 2- 3- 4-5- 4-

3- 2- 3- 4- 5- 4- 3-

6 6 6 6 4- 4 4- 4 3

5 6 -6 6 5 4 5 6 -6 6 5
6 -6 -5 5 -5 -4
-5 6 -5 -4 -4 -4 -5 6 -5 -4
6 6 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 4

Blow The Man Down (Chromatic)

Verse 1:

7 7 -7 7 6
I’ll sing you a song,

5 6 7 -7 7 6
A good song of the sea,

5 6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -5
To me way, aye, Blow the man down;

6 -6 6 -6 -5
And trust that you’ll join

-5 -6 -7 7 -7 -6
in the chor-us with me,

7 7 7 7 -6 6 -5 6 5
Give me some time to blow the man down.

Chorus:

7 7 -7 7 6
Oh, blow the man down,

5 6 7 -7 7 6
bul-lies, blow the man down

5 6 -6 6 -6 -5
Way aye blow the man down

6 -6 6 -6 -5
Oh, blow the man down,

-5 -6 -7 7 -7 -6
bul-lies, blow him a-way

7 7 7 7 -6 6 -5 6 5
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Verse 2:

As I was a walking down Paradise Street
Way aye blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 3:

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
Way aye blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried, «Way enough now.»
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 4:

So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
Way aye blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 5:

But as we were going she said unto me
Way aye blow the man down
«There’s a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea.»
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 6:

But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar
Way aye blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 7:

It’s starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl
Way aye blow the man down
For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

Verse 8:

So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way aye blow the man down
Don’t ever take head of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Chorus

6 6 -6 6 5
I’ll sing you a song,

4 5 6 -6 6 5
A good song of the sea,

4 5 6 -6 -5 5 -5 -4
To me way, aye, Blow the man down;

5 -5 5 -5 -4
And trust that you’ll join

-3 -4 -5 5 -5 -4
in the chor-us with me,

6 6 6 6 -5 5 -4 5 4
Give me some time to blow the man down.

18th C. English Folk Song

Key: Em

2 -3”-3” -3” -3 -3” 3 -3” -3

5 -6 -6 -6 -7 -6 6 -6 -7

-4 6 6 6 -6* 6 -5 6 -6*

When I was ap-pren-ticed in Lon-don

-4 5 5 -4 -3 -3”2

-8 8 8 -8 -7 -6 5

-7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6 -4

I went to see my dear

2 -3” -3” -3-3” 3 -3” -3

5 -6 -6 -7-6 6 -6 -7

-4 6 6 -6*6 -5 6 -6*

The can-dles were all burn-ing

-4 5 5 -4 -3 -3”

-8 8 8 -8 -7 -6

-7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6

The moon shone bright and clear

5 5 5 -4 5 6 5

8 8 8 -8 8 9 8

-8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -9 -8

I knocked up-on her win-dow

-4 5 -4 -3 3 2

-8 8 -8 -7 6 5

-7 -8 -7 -6* -5 -4

To ease her of her pain

2 -3” -3”-3-3”2 -3”

5 -6 -6 -7-6 5 -6

-4 6 6 -6*6 -4 6

She rose to let me in

-3 -4 5 5 -4 -3 -3”

-7 -8 8 8 -8 -7 -6

-6* -7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6

Then she barred the door a-gain

18th C. English Folk Song

Key: Em

-4 6 6 6 -6* 6 -5 6 -6*

When I was ap-pren-ticed in Lon-don

-7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6 -4

I went to see my dear

-4 6 6 -6*6 -5 6 -6*

The can-dles were all burn-ing

-7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6

The moon shone bright and clear

-8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -9 -8

I knocked up-on her win-dow

-7 -8 -7 -6* -5 -4

To ease her of her pain

-4 6 6 -6*6 -4 6

She rose to let me in

-6* -7 -8 -8 -7 -6* 6

Then she barred the door a-gain

18th C. English Folk Song

Key: Em

Harp: D

-3”-4 -4 -4 5 -4 4 -4 5

-6 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 7 -8 8

When I was ap-pren-ticed in Lon-don

6 -6 -6 6 5 -4-3”

9 -10 -10 9 8 -8-6

I went to see my dear

-3” -4 -4 5 -4 4 -4 5

-6 -8 -8 8 -8 7 -8 8

The can-dles were all burn-ing

6 -6 -6 6 5 -4

9 -10 -10 9 8 -8

The moon shone bright and clear

-6 -6 -6 6 -6 7 -6

-10 -10 -10 9 -10 10 -10

I knocked up-on her win-dow

6 -6 6 5 4 -3”

9 -10 9 8 7 -6

To ease her of her pain

-3” -4 -4 5-4 -3”-4

-6 -8 -8 8-8 -6 -8

She rose to let me in

5 6 -6 -6 6 5 -4

8 9 -10 -10 9 8 -8

Then she barred the door a-gain

-7 -6 -7
White knuck-les
6 -7 7 -7 -6 6
and swea-ty pa-l-ms
-7 7 -7 -6 6 -7
from hang-ing on too tight.
-7 -6 -7
Clenched shut jaw.
6 -7 7 -7 -6 6
I’ve got a-no-the-r
-7 7 -7 -6 6 -7
head-ache a-gain to-night.

-7 -6 -7 -7 -6 -6
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire.
-7 -6 -8 -7 -6 6 6
And they burn from all the tears.
-7 -6 -7 -7 -6 -7
I’ve been crying, I’ve been crying.
-7 -6 -8 -7 -6 6 -7
I’ve been dying o-ver yo-u.
-7 -6 -7 -7 -6 -7
Tie a knot in the rope.
-7 -6 -8 -7 -6 -7
Trying to hold, trying to hold.
-7 -6 -7 -7 -6 -7
But there’s no-thing to grasp.
-6 8 -7 -8
So I let go.

-8 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6
I think I’ve fi-nally had e-nough.
-8 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 6 6
I think I may-be think too much.
-8 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 6 6
I think this might be it for us.
7 -7 -6 6 -4
Blow me one last kiss.

-8 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6
You think I’m just too se-ri-ous.
-8 -7 -7 -6 -6 6
I think you’re full of shit.
-8 -7 -7 -6 -6 6
My head is spin-nin—g.
6 7 -7 -6 6 -4
So blow me one last kiss.

-8 9 9 8 -8 -8
Just when it can’t get worse,
-7 -8 -7 -8 8
I’ve had a shit day.
-8 -8 -8 -7 -8 8
Have you had a shit day?
-8 -8 -7 -8 8
We’ve had a shit day.

-8 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6
I think that life’s too short for this.
-8 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6
I want back my ig-norance and bliss.
-8 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6
I think I’ve had e-nough of this.
7 -7 -6 6 -4
Blow me one last kiss.

17th C. English folk song

Key: E

3 3 4 4 4 4

6 6 7 7 7 7

There was a farm-er’s son

4 -4 5 -5 -4 5

7 -8 8 -9 -8 8

Kept sheep all on the hill

4 5 5 5 4 -4 -4 -4

7 8 8 8 7 -8 -8 -8

And he walked out one May morn-ing

-3 4 -3 -3” 3 -5

-7 7 -7 -6 6 -9

To see what he could kill

5 -4 4 4 4 -3” -3” 3 3

8 -8 7 7 7 -6 -6 6 6

And sing, blow a-way the morn-ing dew

6 6 5 6 -6

9 9 8 9 -10

The dew and the dew

6 5 4 -4 5 4 -3”

9 8 7 -8 8 7 -6

Blow a-way the morn-ing dew

-5 5 4 -4 -3 4

-9 8 7 -8 -7 7

How sweet the winds do blow

17th C. English folk song

Key: E

-4 -4 6 6 6 6

There was a farm-er’s son

6 -6* 7* -7 -6* 7*

Kept sheep all on the hill

6 7* 7* 7* 6 -6* -6* -6*

And he walked out one May morn-ing

-5* 6 -5* 5* -4 -7

To see what he could kill

7* -6* 6 6 6 5* 5* -4 -4

And sing, blow a-way the morn-ing dew

-8 -8 7* -8 8*

The dew and the dew

-8 7* 6 -6* 7* 6 5*

Blow a-way the morn-ing dew

-7 7* 6 -6* -5* 6

How sweet the winds do blow

8 8 8
Back door cracked,
8 8 -8 8 -9 8
we don’t ne-ed a key.
8 -8 8 -9 8
We get in for free,
8 8 -8 7 -7 -6
no V-I-P slee-ze.

8 8 8 8
Drink their Kool Aid,
8 -8 8 -9 8
fol-low m-y lead.
8 -8 8 -9 8
Now you’re one of us,
8 8 -8 7 -7 -6
you’re com-ing with m—e.

-7 -6 5 6 -5 4
It’s time to kill the lights
-4 6 -5 4 -4 5
and shut the D-J down.
-6 -6 -6 -6 -6
(This place’s a-bout to)
-7 -6 5 6 -5 4 -4
To-night we’re tak-ing o-ver,
6 -5 4 -4 5
no one’s get-ting out.

-6 -6 -6 -6 -6
This place’s a-bout to
-6 -10 -10 -10 -10
Blow-oh-oh—oh—oh
9 9 9 8
oh oh oh oh.
-6 -10 -10 -10 -10
Blow-oh-oh—oh—oh
9 9 9 8
oh oh oh oh.
-6 -6 -6 -6 -6
This place’s a-bout to
-6 -10 -10 -10 -10
Blow-oh-oh—oh—oh
9 9 9 8
oh oh oh oh.
-6 -10 -10 -10 -10
Blow-oh-oh—oh—oh
9 9 9 8
oh oh oh oh.

12 Hole Chromatic (std 48) Key of F

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

-5 -5s -6 -6 -6 -6 -7s -7 -7 +7
+5 -5 -5s -5s -5s +7 -6 -5s -5

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

-5 -5s -6 -6 -6 -6 -7s -7 -7 +7
+5 -5 -5s -5s -5s +7 -6 -5s -5

-5 +5 -3s -3s -3s -3s +5 -5 -5 +5
+5 -3s -3 -3 -3 -3s +5 -3 -3s

6 6 6 -6 -6 -6
B L O S S A

-5 -5 -5 6 6 6
B L O S S A

5 5 5 -5 -5 -5
B L O S S A

-3 -3 3 -3 -4< -4< Glöggen heter BLOSSA!

5 5 5 -5 -5 -5
B L O S S A

-4 -4 -4 5 5 5
B L O S S A

4 4 4 -4 -4 -4
B L O S S A

-3 -3 3 -3 4 4
Glöggen heter BLOSSA!

This is a very popular TVCommercial for a mulled and spiced wine brand
in Sweden. You see one of things we really enjoy during December is to
drink this stuff, with or without alcohol.

-6 -6 6 -4 -4 4 5 5
So you think your school-ings pho-ney

2 -3 -4 -5 -6 -5 5 5
I guess its hard not to a-gree

-3 -6 -6 6 5 -4 -4 -5 -5
You say it all de-pends on mon-ey

-2 -3 -4 -4 -6 -4 4 3
And who is in your fami-ly tree

-3 -2 -3 4 4 4
Right! You’re blood-y well right

-2 -3 4 5 3 4 -3 5
You got a blood-y right to say

-3 -2 -3 4 4 4
Right! You’re blood-y well right

-2 -3 -4 -4 -3 5 -4 -4
You know you got a right to say

5 -5 -5 6 -5 -5 -5
Ha ha you’re blood-y well right

5 5 -4 -5 4 4
You know your’re right to say

-6 -6 6 -4 -4 4 5 5
Write your prob-lems down in de-tail

-3 -4 -5 -6 -5 5 5
Take them to a high-er place

-3 -6 -6 6 5 -4 -4 -5 -5
You’ve had your cry, no I should say wail

-3 -4 -4 -6 -4 4 3
In the mean-time hush your face

-3 -2 -3 4 4 4
Right! You’re blood-y well right

-2 -3 4 5 3 4 -3 5
You got a blood-y right to say

-3 -2 -3 4 4 4
Right! You’re blood-y well right

-2 -3 -4 -4 -3 5 -4 -4
You know you got a right to say

5 -5 -5 6 -5 -5 -5
Ha ha you’re blood-y well right

-6 5 4 4 4 4 4
Me I don’t care an-y-way

-2 -3 4 5 3 4 -3 5
You got a blood-y right to say

-3 -2 -3 4 4 4
Right! You’re blood-y well right

-2 -3 -4 -4 -3 5 -4 -4
You know you got a right to say

5 -5 -5 6 -5 -5 -5
Ha ha you’re blood-y well right

ENJOY!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!

5 5 5 -4 -4 4 -4
I’ve been spinning now for time
5 5 5 -4 -4 4 -4
Couple women by my side
5 5 5 -4 -4 4 -4
I got sinning on my mind
4 4 4 5 5
Sipping on red wine
6 6 6 5 5 -4 -4 -3″
I’ve been sitting here for ages
6 5 5 -4 -4 5
Ripping out the pages
-4 5 5 -4 -4 -3″
How’d I get so faded?
-4 5 5 -4 -4 5
How’d I get so faded?

(Pre-Chorus)
-6, -6, -7, 7 -7 -6 6 6 6 5 -4
Oh, no, no, don’t leave me alone lonely now
-4 6 5 -4 -4 4 -4 5 -4 4 -3″
If you loved me how’d you never learn?
-6, -6 -7 7 -8 -7 7 -6
Oh, coloured crimson in my eyes
-6 -7 7 -8 9 -9 9 -8 8, -8 8
One or two could free my mind

(Chorus)
-4 5 -4 4 -4.
This is how it ends.
4 4 4 -4 5 -4 -4 -3″ -3″ 4 4
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
-4 5 -4 4 -4
Fading out again.
4 4 4 -4 5 -4 6 -4 -4 -3 -3″
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
4 5 6 6 6 6 5
So tell me when it kicks in

4, 5 6 6 6 6 5
Well, tell me when it kicks in

Notes in parentheses are played together.

(567) (-5-6-7)(567)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)
(-5-6-7)(567)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)
(-5-6-7)(567)(-5-6-7)(567)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)
(-5-6-7)(567)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)(-4-5-6)(456)

This is played at the beginning and end of the song.

The first two lines are played between the verses.

By: Curly Putman
Tanya Tucker
Key: D

-6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* 7 -6* -6*
That Geor-gia sun was blood red and go-in’ down.
6 -6* -6* -6* -6* 7 6 6 6 -5 -5
That Geor-gia sun was blood red and go-in’ down.

-6*-6* -6* -6* -6* -6*
Dad-dy said: «Now come girl,
-3 -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -5 -5 6 -6*
we’re head-in’ down the road to Au-gus-ta.»
-3 -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6*
And faint-ly through his clenched teeth,
-6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -5 -5 -5 -5 5
he called Ma-ma’s name, and then he cussed her.
7 7 7 7 7 -5
He said: «Girl, you’re young,
7 7 7 7 7 7 7
but some dude has come a-long
7 -7 -7 -7 -6*
and stole your moth-er.»
6 -6* -6* -6* -6* 7 -6* 6 -5
But you can’t steal a will-in’ mind
-5 6 6 6 6 6 5* -3 -3 -4 -5
Cause ma-ma’s al-ways look-in’ for a lov-er.

-6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* -6* 7 -6* -6*
That Geor-gia sun was blood red and go-in’ down.
6 -6* -6* -6* -6* 7 6 6 6 -5 -5
That Geor-gia sun was blood red and go-in’ down.

With dusty teardrops in his face, my daddy cried an’ big steps he was
takin’.
An’ halfway runnin’ to keep up, my shorter legs were so tired and
shakin’.
«Where did I go wrong, girl? Why would she leave us both this way?»
At times like these, a child with tears never knows exactly what to
say

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.

We searched in every bar room, an’ honky-tonk as well.
An’ finally Daddy found them, but Lord, you know, the rest is hard to
tell.
He sent me out to wait, but scared, I looked back through the door.
An’ Daddy left them both soakin’ up the sawdust on the floor.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin’ down.

Trad. American folk song
Tex Ritter
Key: G

1 2 3 -3” 3 2 1
4 5 6 -6 6 5 4
3 -4 -5 6 -5 -4 3
There was blood on the sad-dle

4 4 -3 4 3
7 7 -6 7 6
7 7 6 7 -5
and blood on the ground

2 -1 1 1 1 2
5 -4 4 4 4 5
-4 -3 3 3 3 -4
And a great big pud-dle

2 -1 2 -1 1
5 -4 5 -4 4
-4 -3 -4 -3 3
of blood all a-round

A cowboy lay in it
all covered with gore
And he never will ride
any broncos no more

Oh, pity the cowboy,
all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him
and bashed in his head

There was blood on the sad-dle
and blood all a-round
And a great big pud-dle
of blood on the ground

Trad. American folk song
Tex Ritter
Key: G

3 -4 -5 6 -5 -4 3
There was blood on the sad-dle
7 7 6 7 -5
and blood on the ground
-4 -3 3 3 3 -4
And a great big pud-dle
-4 -3 -4 -3 3
of blood all a-round

A cowboy lay in it
all covered with gore
And he never will ride
any broncos no more

Oh, pity the cowboy,
all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him
and bashed in his head

There was blood on the sad-dle
and blood all a-round
And a great big pud-dle
of blood on the ground

Trad. American folk song
Tex Ritter
Key: G
Harp: C

3 -3 -4 5 -4 -3 3
6 -7 -8 8 -8 -7 6
There was blood on the sad-dle

6 6 5 6 -4
9 9 8 9 -8
and blood on the ground

-3 -3” 3 3 3 -3
-7 -6 6 6 6 -7
And a great big pud-dle

-3 -3” -3 -3” 3
-7 -6 -7 -6 6
of blood all a-round

A cowboy lay in it
all covered with gore
And he never will ride
any broncos no more

Oh, pity the cowboy,
all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him
and bashed in his head

There was blood on the sad-dle
and blood all a-round
And a great big pud-dle
of blood on the ground