Donovan - Young Girl Blues Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
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