Tony Rice - John Wilkes Booth Chords

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

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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3
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
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X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
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1
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
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1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
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3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
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8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 6 fret
GJohn Wilkes Booth was a southern Cman, EmBorn of an actor in MarylaDnd, GBound for fortune on a gas-lit Cstage, EmBound to die at a DtenderG age. Washington to Baltimore, He played the bills and he slept with whores, And he burned inside with a hatred deep For the man who caused the south to weep. Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more, Tired old man when he won the war, And he dreamed at night of his death by the hand Of a bitter world and a faceless man CAnd he saw his body in a Dghastly drEmeam, CDraped in black while his Emwidow scDreamed. CTwo silver dollars on hisD eyelids Emlay. GAbraham LincoCln has died todaDy. G

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Chorus

They said there were five and they said there were ten. Some say tGhere was never more than Cjust one maDn. CWho would smile to see MDr. Lincoln Emdead In the naGme of God anEmd Dixie, Am GIn the name of God and Dixie Land. Em D G John Wilkes Booth and his band of men They'd failed before but would try again. When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun, Then Booth declared the day had come. The word was passed and the guns were brought, Down to Mary Sarrat's boarding house. Sealed in a note, Booth named just four, But the gallows would sway with many more.

Chorus

John Wilkes Booth went to his grave With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg, A patriot and his fantasy Of redemption, grace, and bravery. And those who hanged and those who spent Their lives behind a jailer's fence, Only Booth could have set them free From the taint of the conspiracy.

Chorus

In the name of God and Dixie In the name of God and Dixie land