Sweet Home Alabama
D C G D C G D C G Big wheels keep on turning. D C G Carry me home to see my kin D
D C G D C G D C G Big wheels keep on turning. D C G Carry me home to see my kin D
F Tell me, my friend, C7 did you ever see F bananas growing on banana trees? F7 Well, you may see seven A# or you
Bm7 E Isn’t she lovely? Em D Isn’t she wonderful? Bm7 E Isn’t she precious? Em D Less than one minute old G F# I
D D Oh, the weather outside is frightful Fdim Em A7 But the fire is so delightful G A7 Since we’ve no place to go
Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright
On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my
C Am F C G Am F You were the shadow to my light C Did you feel us G Another star Am You fade
[Verse] Em Black night is not right, I don’t feel so bright, I don’t care to sit tight. [Chorus] Em D A Em Maybe I’ll
Cm Fm Bb Cm [Verse 1] Cm Fm Bb Cm There I was on a July morning looking for love. Cm Fm Bb Cm With
[Intro] Am Am Am G Am Am Am G Am Am Am G Am Am Am G [Verse 1] Am G I see you runnin’,
Intro] Dm [Verse] Dm We don’t need no education Dm We don’t need no thought control Dm No dark sarcasm in the classroom Dm G
[Verse 1] C C* C C* C C C* C Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields F F* F F* F F* F
[Intro] Am F Am Am Am Am [Verse] Am Dm think i’ll just fall to pieces G C if i don’t find something else to
A G At home Drawing pictures G Of mountain tops A With him on top A Lemon yellow sun G Arms raised in a V
[Verse 1] E A Asus4 A Sheets of empty canvas E A Asus4 A untouched sheets of clay E A lay spread out before me
[Verse] A G Son, she said A G have I got a little story for you A G A G What you thought was your
[Intro] | E Em7 C#4/E | E [Verse 1] C G D A E E Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your
[Verse 1] Dm Bb C I am a man who walks alone, Bb C Dm and when I’m walking a dark road Bb C Bb
[Intro] Bass Lead then Bm7 [Verse 1] (7/4) Bm7 Money, ya get away. Ya get a good job with more pay, and you’re O.—-K. Money,
[Verse 1] F Gm F Gm F Good Golly said little Miss Molly Gm C Bb Gm F Gm F Gm When she was rocking
[Intro] C Ab Bb [Verse 1] C I feel uptight on a Saturday night Eb Bb F Nine o’clock, the radio’s the only light C
[Verse 1] G Em As I was goin over the cork and kerry mountains C G I saw captain farrell and his money he was
F G G F G 4x G Girl, you really got me goin’ You got me so I don’t know what I’m doin’, now Yeah,
[Intro riff] After riff play G, Em then . . . [Verse 1] Em C D Em Take off your hat, kick off your shoes