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My Grandpa's Hands – Chuck Pyle
finger-pick style instandard tuning
*emphasize 'G' chord followed by drum beat on guitar
[Verse 1]
D A
My Grandpa rode this yellow plain
G D
He told the sky when to make it rain
Em
And he taught the lightening
Bm A G
How to turn the night into the day
D A
And he would make the cloud ships form
G D
Then he'd escape into the storm
Em Bm
Then he'd reappear striking fear
A G
In every soldier's heart
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
[Verse 2]
D A
When he let them have their way
G D
They divided him seven different ways
Em
So afraid were they
Bm A G
He would rise again and strike them down
[Verse 3]
D A
Seven different soldiers acting alone
G D
Seven different graves whereabouts unknown
Em Bm
And one lone soldier came to bury
A G
His hands on the grassland
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
D A
A quarter moon grows out of time
G D
On a vanishing forest down an old fence line
Em
Sweet grass and timothy
Bm A G
As far as you can see the Comanche grasslands
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
finger-pick style instandard tuning
*emphasize 'G' chord followed by drum beat on guitar
[Verse 1]
D A
My Grandpa rode this yellow plain
G D
He told the sky when to make it rain
Em
And he taught the lightening
Bm A G
How to turn the night into the day
D A
And he would make the cloud ships form
G D
Then he'd escape into the storm
Em Bm
Then he'd reappear striking fear
A G
In every soldier's heart
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
[Verse 2]
D A
When he let them have their way
G D
They divided him seven different ways
Em
So afraid were they
Bm A G
He would rise again and strike them down
[Verse 3]
D A
Seven different soldiers acting alone
G D
Seven different graves whereabouts unknown
Em Bm
And one lone soldier came to bury
A G
His hands on the grassland
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
D A
A quarter moon grows out of time
G D
On a vanishing forest down an old fence line
Em
Sweet grass and timothy
Bm A G
As far as you can see the Comanche grasslands
[Chorus 1]
D G D A
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
D
With no sign of island or shore
G D A G
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
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