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From: [email protected] (Frederick Clark)
TENNESSEE JED — GRATEFUL DEAD
Co7: x3x242 Dm7: x00211 C7: 3×2310
C G C G C
C G C
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain.
Drink all day and rock all night.
I run into Charlie Fog.
F G C G C
Listen to the whistle of the evenin’ train.
The law come to get you if you don’t walk right.
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog.
C Co7 Dm7 C7
You know you bound to wind up dead
Got a letter this mornin’, baby and all it read:
My doggie turned to me and he said.
C F G C G C
if you don’t head back to Tennessee Jed.
«You better head back to Tennessee Jed.»
«Let’s head back to Tennesse Jed.»
C G C
Rich man step on my poor head.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine.
I woke up feelin’ mean.
F G C G C
When you get back, you better butter my bread.
Honey, come quick with the iodine.
I went down to play the slot machine.
Co7 Dm7 C7
Well you know it’s like I said:
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed.
The wheels turned around and the letters read,
C F G C
you better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
«You better head back to Tennessee Jed.»
Bb F G C
F C G F
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain’t no place I’d rather be.
C G F
Baby won’t you carry me
C G F G C
back to Tennessee.
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From: Harlan L Thompson
TENNESSEE JED- The Grateful Dead
RIFF: 2(4bend up) 2(3) 2(1) 3(2) 4(0h2) 4(0) 5(3) 6(3) C
C RIFF C RIFF
C RIFF
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain
F G C RIFF
Listen to the whistle of the evenin’ train
C Co7 Dm7 C C7
You know you bound to wind up dead
F G C RIFF
If you don’t head back to Tennessee Jed
C RIFF
Rich man step on my poor head
F G C RIFF
When you get back, you better butter my bread
Co7 Dm7 C C7
Well you know it’s like I said:
F G C
you better head back to Tennessee Jed
CHORUS:
Bb F G C
F C G F
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain’t no place I’d rather be
C G F C G F RIFF
Baby won’t you carry me back to Tennessee
Drink all day and rock all night
The law come to get you if you don’t walk right
Got a letter this mornin’, baby and all it read:
«You better head back to Tennessee Jed»
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine
Honey, come quick with the iodine
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed …CHORUS
I run into Charlie Fog
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog
My doggie turned to me and he said
«Let’s head back to Tennesse Jed»
I woke up feelin’ mean
I went down to play the slot machine
The wheels turned around and the letters read
«You better head back to Tennessee Jed»…CHORUS
Co7: x3x242 Dm7: x00211 C7: 3×2310
NOTE: This is exactly the same as the previous posting except that I
perfer this format and I thought others might too.
(from Europe 72, 1972)
(sent by Harlan at [email protected])
