Copper Canteen chords by James Mcmurtry

Intro
ocultar tablatura
  G/D     G/C#     G/B      G/A
e|-----------------------------------------------------|
B|------0------------0------------0-------------0------|
G|----0---0--------0---0--------0---0---------0---0----|
D|----------0------------0------------0-------------0--|
A|--5-----------4------------2-------------0-----------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------|

  G      G/F#     Em       Em
e|--------------------------------0-------------0------|
B|------0------------0--------------0---0--------------|
G|----0---0--------0---0--------0-----0-------0--------|
D|----------0------------0-----------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------|
D|--5-----------4------------2-------------2-----------|

  G/D     G/C#    Em/G      Em/F#
e|-----------------------------------------------------|
B|--------0-----------0--------------0-------------0---|
G|------0-----------0--------------0---0---------0---0-|
D|-----------------------------------------------------|
A|-/5-5----------4--------/10-10-------------9---------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------|

  G      G/F#     Em      G/A
e|--------------------------------0--------------------|
B|------0------------0--------------0------------------|
G|----0---0--------0---0--------0-----0----------------|
D|----------0------------0-----------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------0-----------|
D|--5-----------4------------2-------------------------|

verse 1
   G/D     G/C#     G/B
Honey, don't you be yelling at me
     G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
when I'm cleaning my gun
  G/D    G/C#     G/B
I'll wash the blood off the tailgate
   G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/B
when deer season's done
    G         A7sus2
We got one more weekend to go
    G      G/F#    Em  G/B
And I'd like to kill one more doe

Instrumental
G/D     G/C#    Em/G      Em/F#
G      G/F#    A7sus2

verse 2
   G/D     G/C#     G/B
So I'll shovel the sidewalk again
     G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
'cause you're still in a stew
     G/D       G/C#     G/B
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind
     G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
that I can't please you
    G         A7sus2
She's sure got the run of the men
    G      G/F#    Em
Out here where the pickin's are thin
G/B
and there's not much to do

Instrumental
G/D     G/C#    Em/G      Em/F#
G      G/F#    Em       G/A

Bridge
Bm
I woke up last night in the grip of a fright
G
scared to breathe for I might make a noise
Bm
This life that we craved so little we saved
G                A7sus2
between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

verse 3
      G/D     G/C#     G/B
We grew up hard    and our children
     G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
don't know what that means
     G/D     G/C#    G/B
We turned into our parents  before
     G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
 we were out of our teens
    G           A7sus2
Through a series of Chevys and Fords
    G   G/F#      Em
The occasional spin round the floor
G/B
at the Copper Canteen

Instrumental
G/D     G/C#    Em/G   Em/G Em/F# Em
G      G/F#    A7sus2

verse 4
    G/D     G/C#   G/B
Now the big boxes out on the bypass
   G/A     G   G/F#  Em  G/A
are shaving us thin
     G/D     G/C#    G/B
I guess we'll hold on a couple more years
   G/A       G   G/F#  Em  G/A
'til the pension kicks in
      G           A7sus2
Then we'll sell all the stock in the store
    G   G/F#      Em
Leave only the lock on the door
G/B
And wonder what then

Instrumental
G/D     G/C#  G/C#  G/B G/A G/B Em
 G      G/F#    Em  G/B

Bridge
Bm
When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright
G
and you hold me so tight to your chest
Bm
Then your breath on my skin still pulls me back in
G                A7sus2
'til I'm weightless and then I can rest

Verse 5
    G/D     G/C#   G/B
So if Monsignor should pull you aside
     G/A      G   G/F#  Em  G/A
as you're leaving the church
    G/D     G/C#   G/B
And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines
     G/A      G   G/F#  Em  G/A
for the walleye and perch
            G           A7sus2
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the fold
    G      G/F#      Em  G/A
And I'd rather stand out in the cold

Verse 6
    G/D       G/C#    G/B
And honey I know that the woodpile's low
     G/A      G   G/F#  Em  G/A
and you can't close the flue
    G/D     G/C#   G/B
So I'll split up a couple more cords
     G/A      G   G/F#  Em  G/A
'fore the winter time's through
G           A7sus2
Hold on to your rosary beads
   G    G/F#     Em
Leave me to my mischievous deeds
 G/A
like we always do

Outro
G/D     G/C#    Em/G      Em/F#
G      G/F#    A7sus2
G/D     G/C#    Em/G      Em/F#
A7sus2    G