Author: Jim

EMD

Jim,
Another rendition


Far Away

Jim,





Pilgrim

Jim,

–Steve Earle

I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
This ain't never been my home

Sometimes the road was rocky long the way, boys
Sometimes the road was rocky long the way, boys
Sometimes the road was rocky long the way, boys
But I was never travelin' alone

Bridge 1:
Well meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

Ain't no need to cry for me, boys
Ain't no need to cry for me, boys
Ain't no need to cry for me, boys
Somewhere down the road you'll understand

Cause I expect to touch his hand, boys
I expect to touch his hand, boys
I expect to touch his hand, boys
I'll put a word in for you if I can

Bridge 2:
Well meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

Verse:

I I IV I
IV I V I

Bridge 1:

V I IV V
I I V I

Bridge 2:

V I IV V
I I IV I
IV I V I

I Like The Christian Life

Jim,

—The Louvin Brothers

My buddies tell me that I should have waited
They say I'm missing a whole world of fun
But I still love them and I sing with pride
I like the Christian life

Chorus:
I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call
For what is a friend who'd want you to fall
Others find pleasure in things I despise
I like the Christian life

My buddies shunned me since I turned to Jesus
They say I'm missing a whole world of fun
I'll live without them and walk in the light
I like the Christian life

Chorus

Tag: I like the Christian life

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Verse:

I V I I
I V I V
I V I IV
IV I V I

Chourus:

V V IV I
V V IV V
I IV I V
IV I V I

Falta-Me Você

Jim,

Juventude Saudosa

Jim,

Santa Morena

Jim,
Another transcription:


Acorn Stomp

Jim,



Andrew Kuntz transcription


Sixteen Tons

Jim,

—Merle Travis

Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

Chorus:
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the straw boss said, "Well a-bless my soul!"

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion
Can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line

If you see me comin' better step aside
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't getcha, then the left one will

Verse & Chorus:

Im Im Im Im
Im IVm V V-Im



Divorce Me C.O.D.

Jim,

—Merle Travis

Just bought me a great long ticket. I'm gonna use it at 4 p.m.
So you can call your secret love and break the news to him
You thought your little romance was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. divorce me C.O.D.

Chorus:
I won't be 'round to hear you cry
I'm Texas-bound, and by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas, general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. divorce me C.O.D.

There's gonna come a day, gal, when you'll be feeling blue
You'll find that you can't pay your bills with a little old I.O.U.
That dynamite you're messing with, may be T.N.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. divorce me C.O.D.

Chorus:
Don't need to fall down on your knees
'Cause I know all my ABC's
I ain't no college professor, I ain't got no P.H.D.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q, divorce me C.O.D.

Alternate chorus:

When winter time comes, I hope you freeze
While I'm layin' around, just twiddlin' my thumbs in my BVDs
I ain't no college professor, I ain't got no P.H.D.
But if you want your freedom P.D.Q, divorce me C.O.D.

Verse:

I I II II
V V I V
I I II II
IV – IV#º I – VI II – V I

Chorus:

IV IV I I
II II V V
I I II II
IV – IV#º I – VI II – V I