John Denver – Thank God I’m A Country Boy

[:it]Accordi chitarra e testo di Thank God I’m A Country Boy di John Denver
Pubblicato 1974
Tonalità originale A

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Gli autori potranno richiederne la rimozione in qualsiasi momento.
L’intepretazione degli accordi è frutto di un mio lavoro individuale.

.         A                                              D
Well life on a farm is kinda laid back
.           A                                                   G            E7
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
.       A                    E7                D
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
.             A               E7            A
Thank God I’m a country boy






.    A                                                              D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A                                          G                   E7
Raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
.         A               A/C#                 E7                    D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
.              A                 E7         A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.                   A                                                              D
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
.   A                                         G                   E7
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow
.               A               A/C#        E7                   D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
.             A                E7           A
Thank God I’m a country boy
A                                                           D
I’d play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could
.               A                                            G                     E
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
.         A                      A/C#            E                   D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
.              A               E             A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.     A                                                                  D
I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
.   A                                         G                      E7
I never was one of them money-hungry fools
.      A                          A/C#               E              D
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
.              A                E7          A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.           A                                                      D
Yeah city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
.              A                                G                     E7
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
.            A              A/C#                 E7                      D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
.                A               E7           A
I thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.                  A                                                                D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
.               A                                                       G                     E7
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
.                  A                  A/C#                       E7               D
He said: “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
.                       A                    E7          A
And thank God you’re a country boy






.                   A                                                                           D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
.        A                                                            G                 E7
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
.        A                          A/C#                       E7              D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
.                               A               E7         A
Spoken: Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy Yeehaw!

 [:en]Guitar chords and lyrics of Thank God I’m A Country Boy by John Denver
Published 1974
Original key A

.         A                                              D
Well life on a farm is kinda laid back
.           A                                                   G            E7
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
.       A                    E7                D
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
.             A               E7            A
Thank God I’m a country boy






.    A                                                              D
A simple kind of life never did me no harm
A                                          G                   E7
Raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
.         A               A/C#                 E7                    D
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
.              A                 E7         A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.                   A                                                              D
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
.   A                                         G                   E7
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow
.               A               A/C#        E7                   D
But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
.             A                E7           A
Thank God I’m a country boy
A                                                           D
I’d play “Sally Goodin” all day if I could
.               A                                            G                     E
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
.         A                      A/C#            E                   D
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
.              A               E             A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.     A                                                                  D
I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels
.   A                                         G                      E7
I never was one of them money-hungry fools
.      A                          A/C#               E              D
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
.              A                E7          A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.           A                                                      D
Yeah city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
.              A                                G                     E7
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
.            A              A/C#                 E7                      D
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
.                A               E7           A
I thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy

.                  A                                                                D
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
.               A                                                       G                     E7
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
.                  A                  A/C#                       E7               D
He said: “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
.                       A                    E7          A
And thank God you’re a country boy






.                   A                                                                           D
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
.        A                                                            G                 E7
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
.        A                          A/C#                       E7              D
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
.                               A               E7         A
Spoken: Thank God I’m a country boy

.             E                                  A
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
.                    E                                 A
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
.         A                                      E                     D
And life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
.                A               E            A
Thank God I’m a country boy Yeehaw!

 

I testi e gli accordi delle canzoni contenuti nel sito sono proprietà dei rispettivi autori.
La Legge n. 159 del 22 maggio 1993 ne consente l’uso solo per attività didattica, di studio e di ricerca.
Gli autori potranno richiederne la rimozione in qualsiasi momento.
L’intepretazione degli accordi è frutto di un mio lavoro individuale.[:]

[:it]John Denver – Leaving on a Jet Plane – Accordi[:]

[:it]Accordi chitarra e testo di Leaving on a Jet Plane di John Denver
Pubblicato 1969
Tonalità originale G

I testi e gli accordi delle canzoni contenuti nel sito sono proprietà dei rispettivi autori.
La Legge n. 159 del 22 maggio 1993 ne consente l’uso solo per attività didattica, di studio e di ricerca.
Gli autori potranno richiederne la rimozione in qualsiasi momento.
L’intepretazione degli accordi è frutto di un mio lavoro individuale.

 

Intro
C-G-G-C-Am-D7-D7    x2

.             G                                    C
All my bags are packed I’m ready to go.
.         G                            C
I’m standing here out side your door.
.   G                          Am                        D7
I hate to wake you up to  say good bye.
.                 G                              C
But the dawn is breaking it early morn.
.         G                               C
The taxi’s waitin he’s blownin his horn.
.  G                       Am                       D7
Already I’m so lonesome I could die.






 

.       G                   C
So kiss me and smile for me.
.  G                                C
Tell me that you’ll wait for me.
G                                   Am               D7
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
.                   G          C                      G
Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.
.                                C                                   G
Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
.        Am                    D7
Oh, babe  I hate to go.

 

.                     G                        C
There’s so many times I’ve let you down.
.       G                          C
So many time I’ve played around.
.   G                     C                               D7
I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
.              G                    C
Every place I go I’ll think of you.
.           G                         C
Ev’ry song I sing I’ll sing for you.
.          G                              C                                 D7
When I come back I’ll bring your wedding ring.

 

.       G                   C
So kiss me and smile for me.
.  G                                C
Tell me that you’ll wait for me.
G                                   Am               D7
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
.                   G          C                      G
Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.
.                                C                                   G
Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
.        Am                    D7
Oh, babe  I hate to go.

 

G                                C
Now the time has come to leave you.
G                           C
One more time let me kiss you.
.            G                        C                     D7
Then close your eyes I’ll be on my way.
G                              C
Dream about the days to come
.          G                          C
When I won’t have to leave alone.
.   G                     C                            D7
About the times I won’t have to say…






.       G                   C
So kiss me and smile for me.
.  G                                C
Tell me that you’ll wait for me.
G                                   Am               D7
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
.                   G          C                      G
Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.
.                                C                                   G
Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
.        Am                    D7
Oh, babe  I hate to go.

.       G          C                      G
I’m leavin on a jet plane.
.                                C                                   G
Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
.        Am                    D7     G
Oh, babe  I hate to go.

 

 

 [:]

[:it]John Denver – Take Me Home Country Roads[:]

[:it]Accordi chitarra testo di Take Me Home Country Roads di John Denver
Pubblicato 1971
Tonalità originale A

I testi e gli accordi delle canzoni contenuti nel sito sono proprietà dei rispettivi autori. La Legge n. 159 del 22 maggio 1993 ne consente l’uso solo per attività didattica, di studio e di ricerca. Gli autori potranno richiederne la rimozione in qualsiasi momento.
L’intepretazione degli accordi è frutto di un mio lavoro individuale.

 

I testi e gli accordi delle canzoni contenuti nel sito sono proprietà dei rispettivi autori. La Legge n. 159 del 22 maggio 1993 ne consente l’uso solo per attività didattica, di studio e di ricerca. Gli autori potranno richiederne la rimozione in qualsiasi momento.
L’intepretazione degli accordi è frutto di un mio lavoro individuale.






capo al secondo tasto
G                      Em
Almost heaven, West Virginia
D
Blue ridge mountains
C                      G
Shenandoah river
G                             Em
Life is old there, older than the trees
D
Younger than the mountains
C                         G
Growin like a breeze

.                  G                        D
Country roads, take me home
.            Em             C
To the place I belong
.            G                                D
West Virginia, mountain momma
.                 C                          G
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gathered round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye






Em              D
I hear her voice
.               G
In the mornin hour she calls me
.        C              G                         D
The radio reminds me of my home far away
.        Em                         F                    C
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
.             G                                          D                D7
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

chorus

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