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  • Sep 04 2009

    Guitar Chords: John Barleycorn Must Die

    posted by Admin/Archivist @ SteveWinwood.com

     

    capo 7th fret
    
    D   C   G   Am A5      Am A5
    D   C   G   Am A5      Am A5
    
           D         Am        C  G       Am A5   Am A5
    There were three men came out of the west
    
           D        C   G Am    Am A5     Am A5
    Their fortunes for to try
    
          D          Am        C     G   Am A5   Am A5
    And these three men made a solemn vow
    
           D   C       G   Am A5     Am A5
    John Barleycorn must die


    C                                    Am       Am7  Am
    They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
    
           C     D       Esus4         E Esus4 E
    Threw clods upon his head
    
        Dm          Am         C  G   Am A5   Am A5
    And these three men made a solemn oath
    
         D      C      G Am A5   Am A5
    John Barleycorn was  dead

        D   C  G   Am A5      Am A5  (repeat 3 times)
    They let him lie for a very long time
    Till the rains from heaven did fall
    And little Sir John sprung up his head
    And so amazed them all
    They let him stand 'til mid summer's day
    'til he looked both pale and wan
    And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
    And so become a man
    
    They've hired men with scythes so sharp
    To cut him off at the knee
    They rolled him and tied him by the waist
    Serving him most barbarously
    They've hired men with sharp pitch forks
    Who pricked him to the heart...
    And the loader he has served him worse than that
    For he's bound him to the cart
    
    
    They've wheeled him around and around in the field
    'til they came onto a barn
    And there they made a solemn oath
    On poor John Barleycorn
    They've hired men with the crab tree sticks
    to cut him skin from bone
    And the miller he has served him worse than that
    For he's ground him between two stones
    
    And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
    And his brandy in the glass
    And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
    Proved the strongest man at last
    The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
    Nor so loudly to blow his horn
    And the Tinker he can't mend kettle nor pots
    Without a little Barleycorn

     

    WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CO     BMI

     

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