Woody Guthrie - Wreck Of The Old 97 Chords

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

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 1 fret
CWell they give him his orders in FMonroe Virginia Saying CPete you're way behind Gtime This Cain't 38 but it's Fold 97 And you've Ggot to be in Center on Ctime Well he turned around to his black, greasy fireman Said, "Shovel in a little more coal When we cross that White Oak Mountain You can watch old 97 roll" Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lakesburg to Danville And a line on a three mile grade It is on this grade that he lost his airbrakes And you see what a jump he made He was a-goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour And his whistle broke out in a scream It is on that grade that he lost his airbrakes And you see what a jump he made Well, ladies, you must all take warning From this time now and on Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He might leave you and never come home He was a-goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour And his whistle begin to scream And we found him in the wreck with his hand on his throttle And scalded to death by the steam Well, ladies, you can all take warnin' From this time now and on Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He might leave you and never return

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