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Colorado’s Finnders and Youngberg swim in the deep currents of American music. Bluegrass, tried-and-true honky tonk, country swing and skillfully spun folk tales. While their sound evokes timelessness, it is a decidedly contemporary, well-traveled 21st century sensibility that informs their songwriting. Their tunes draw on the bumps, bruises and laugh lines earned when we find ourselves in the “bogs” of backroads, dive bars, and long, lonesome nights.
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Fiddlin’ To My Grave (6/8 time) by Mike Finders, Finnders and Youngberg, (FY5) 2011
NOTES: To help account for Mikes lyrical timing, each chord symbol represents 1/2 measure, 3 beats;
the dot . is 3 more beats, the other half of the measure.
(nc) G . . Em D . G .
I could play Uncle Pen before I was 10, fiddle Sally Gooden all day.
G . . Em D . G .
And I could steal the smiles of all the old guys, And we’d sit on the old porch and play.
C . Em . C . Em D
There’d often be a bottle go ‘round, that I soon began to crave
G . . /Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Fiddle]
G . . Em D . G .
Well I coulda gone to the army I guess or got a job at the old lumber yard,
G . . Em D . G .
But it’d be a waste not to taste that sweet moonshine, and a’workin’ just seemed too hard.
C . Em . C . Em D
I guess I knew from early on I’d be no boss-man’s slave,
G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G *
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Mandolin]
*. G . . Em D . G .
So I hopped in a van with a band and we hit that old road, playin’ 200 shows a year.
G . . Em D . G .
And all the places and times, they’re one long line in the haze of the smoke and the beer
C . Em . C . Em D
And a few of the ladies tried to take me in, they found I could not be saved
G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Banjo]
[BREAK]
G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D G . . Em D . G . G . G . G .
[Banjo] [Fiddle] [All]
G . . Em D . G .
Now the time’s gone by in the blink of an eye, I’m old before I’m young.
G . . Em D . G .
I got a cough that won’t quit from the gin and cigarettes, I have to leave my last song un-sung
C . Em . C . Em D
There’s no care plan there for a fiddler like me, no retirement did I save
G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Fiddle, Banjo]
[All] G . . Em D . G .
G . . Em D . [a cap.]
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave
(A) I I I vi V V I I and (B) IV IV vi vi IV IV vi V AABA
NOTES: To help account for Mikes lyrical timing, each chord symbol represents 1/2 measure, 3 beats;
the dot . is 3 more beats, the other half of the measure.
(nc) G . . Em D . G .
I could play Uncle Pen before I was 10, fiddle Sally Gooden all day.
G . . Em D . G .
And I could steal the smiles of all the old guys, And we’d sit on the old porch and play.
C . Em . C . Em D
There’d often be a bottle go ‘round, that I soon began to crave
G . . /Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Fiddle]
G . . Em D . G .
Well I coulda gone to the army I guess or got a job at the old lumber yard,
G . . Em D . G .
But it’d be a waste not to taste that sweet moonshine, and a’workin’ just seemed too hard.
C . Em . C . Em D
I guess I knew from early on I’d be no boss-man’s slave,
G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G *
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Mandolin]
*. G . . Em D . G .
So I hopped in a van with a band and we hit that old road, playin’ 200 shows a year.
G . . Em D . G .
And all the places and times, they’re one long line in the haze of the smoke and the beer
C . Em . C . Em D
And a few of the ladies tried to take me in, they found I could not be saved
G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Banjo]
[BREAK]
G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D G . . Em D . G . G . G . G .
[Banjo] [Fiddle] [All]
G . . Em D . G .
Now the time’s gone by in the blink of an eye, I’m old before I’m young.
G . . Em D . G .
I got a cough that won’t quit from the gin and cigarettes, I have to leave my last song un-sung
C . Em . C . Em D
There’s no care plan there for a fiddler like me, no retirement did I save
G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave [Fiddle, Banjo]
[All] G . . Em D . G .
G . . Em D . [a cap.]
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave
(A) I I I vi V V I I and (B) IV IV vi vi IV IV vi V AABA
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