DECORATION DAY Lyrics taken from http://www.drivebytruckers.com/ Music transcribed by Scott Holcomb (lgtsotr@earthlink.net) "Pin hits the shell" ranscribed by Wayne Rogers THE DEEPER IN G C G By the time you were born there were four other siblings G D With your Mama awaiting your Daddy in jail G C G Your oldest brother was away at a home G D G And you didn't meet him 'til you was nineteen years old G C G Old enough to know better, old enough to know better G D But you took to his jaw line and long sandy hair G C G How he made you feel like none off the others G D G And the way he looked at you touched you deep down in there. G C G So you jumped on his bike and rode into the sunset G D But the sequel it started with the next morning sun G C G And the dew on the bike seat and you all a glow G D G From the love he put in you and a life on the run. G C G So you moved to a small town, and then to another G D And then to another with another on its way G C G And you both swore to God you would keep it together G D G And the State wouldn't take your babies away C G Now, the District Attorney said he might of forgiven G D You had lots of reasons to turn out this way G C G But you'll both go to jail for them four little babies G D G You made and delivered along the way G C Last night you had a dream about a Lord so forgiving G D He might show compassion for a heathen he damned G C G You awoke in a jail cell, alone and so lonely G D G Seven years in Michigan Spring 1998 - Athens GA. {Inspired by a magazine article about the only two people currently serving time in for consensual brother / sister incest.} Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff ______________________________________________________________________________________________ SINK HOLE X4 |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em D C Em F |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em (Walk to G between the Em and A chords) Em I've always been a religious man, A I've always been a religious man Em But I met the banker and it felt like sin A Em He turned my bailout down Em The Banker Man, he let into me A Let into me, let into me Em The Banker Man, he let into me A Em And spread my name around Em He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense A 'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent Em Now, I ain't the type to hold it against A Em But he better stay off my farm Em 'Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before A And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before Em Five generations and an unlocked door A Em And a loaded burglar alarm. |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em Em Lots of pictures of my purdy family A Lots of pictures of my purdy family Em Lots of pictures of my purdy family A Em In the house where I was born. Em House has stood through five tornadoes, A Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes. Em I'd rather wrastle an alligator A Em Than to face the Banker's scorn Em 'Cause he won't even look me in the eye A He just takes my land and apologize, Em With pen, paper, and a friendly smile A Em He says the deed is done. Em The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning A The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning Em The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning A Em Over what the Banker done. |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em D Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef C And mashed potatoes and sweet tea Em Follow it up with some banana pudding F And a walk around the farm Em Show him the view from McGee Town Hill A Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels Em To lose the last thing on earth that's real A Em I'd rather lose my legs and arms Em Bury his body in the old sink hole A Bury his body in the old sink hole Em Bury his body in the old sink hole A Em Under cold November sky Em Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday A Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday Em Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday A Em And look the Preacher in the eye. June 2001 - I-65 South, Mobile, AL. { Inspired by "The Accountant", a short film by Ray McKinnon. Academy Award (r) Winner Best Live Action Short Film 2001; www.ginnymule.com} Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________________ HELL NO, I AIN'T HAPPY |---0---0-----3---0---| |---0-----0 --3---2---| |---1---------0---2---| |---2---------2---2---| |---2---------2---0---| |---0---------3-------| E G A (play the above riff after each E > G > A lyric) E G A There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer E G A She's an overnight sensation after twenty-five years E G A Sharp fast curves, power steering E G A Unroll that twenty, buy me some beer C Ain't too bad, too bad at all D Pick up the phone if I ever call E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E E G A There's a purdy little girl outside the van window E G A Bout eighyy cities down, eight hundred to go E G A Six crammed in, we ain't never alone E G A Never homesick, ain't got no home C Check my mail if you would please, Jenn D Collect my things till I'm in town again E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. C D E A E But I get a little closer everyday C D Gonna be a long time till I'm back your way. E G A I've seen just how much I can stand E G A One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man E G A Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten E G A Seen the mountains of Montana at seven AM. C And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids D Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A Hell No, I Ain't Happy. E G A But I ain't too crappy E G A Not I ain't too crappy, too crappy at all. E G A Oh no Jan. 2002 - Highway 666, somewhere in Southern Utah based on a title from a year earlier. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Wurlitzer Piano: David Barbe _____________________________________________________________________________________________ MARRY ME A E D A E D A E D A E D E Well, my daddy didn't pull out D But he never apologized A E Rock and Roll means well D But it can't help tellin' young boys lies. E A baby on the way's a good enough reason D To get you out alive A E D Get you out without having to swallow any pride. A E D A E D E All my friends are restless D All they do is talk it down, A E Two or eight lanes, it don't matter D It's just another town. E There's a fool on every corner D On every street, in every one A E And I'd rather be your fool nowhere D Than go somewhere and be no one's F#m E D So Marry Me, Sweet Thing won't you Marry Me A E D Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen. A E D This old town's alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be. A E D Long as they stay mad at one another, they can't get mad at me A E D A E D E Every time I leave here D Something bad happens to me A E Like a busted hand or finding some man D Laying where I sleep E She don't mean nothing to me D That's just how it goes round here A E It's a cartoon town, I play my part D And I ain't spoke her name in years F#m E D So Marry Me, Sweet Thing won't you Marry Me A E D Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen. A E D This old town's alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be. A E D Long as they stay mad at one another, they can't get mad at me B A F#m E A C#m D C#m E B A I don't want anything I done F#m E To be nobody's fault A C#m D Even if they got more money and mouth C#m E Than they got balls. B That's just how it went down A F#m E Right or wrong, it's just that way. A Just cause I don't run my mouth E Don't mean I got nothing to say F#m E D A E D A E D A E D F#m E D So Marry Me, Sweet Thing won't you Marry Me A E D Your Mama thinks I beat anything she's ever seen. A E D This old town's alright with me, there's nowhere I'd rather be. A E D Long as they stay mad at one another, they can't get mad at me F#m E D So Marry Me, Sweet Thing won't you Marry Me F#m E D So Marry Me, Sweet Thing won't you Marry Me F#m E D F#m E D F#m E D F#m E D A Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Upright Piano: David Barbe / Jagger Harmony: Clay Leaverett ____________________________________________________________________________________________ MY SWEET ANNETTE Am C G D Am C Me and my Annette, we was as fond as we could be G D We was set to marry in October 33 Am C I set my sights on courtin' her, as fine as she could be G D I never even noticed her best friend Marilee Am C Took a job at the saw mill and I bought my girl a ring G D Had a pre-wedding party, close friends and family Am C Everything was fine, eatin' homemade ice cream G D I swear I never noticed maid of honor, Marilee Am C G D My Sweet Annette was left standing at the al-tar. Am C G D My Sweet Annette was left standing at the al-tar. Am C Marilee was taken ill, it was several miles from home G D Back then it wasn't fittin' for a girl to leave alone Am C Sweet Annette, she asked me to walk her to the door G D As innocent as children back before the war Am C G D My Sweet Annette was left standing at the al-tar. Am C G D My Sweet Annette was left standing at the al-tar. Am C Lord have mercy for what we done G D Lord have mercy when two people get alone Am C Neither one of us had done anything like that you see G Em By the next sunset, I had eloped with Marilee, G Em By the next sunset, I had eloped with Marilee, G Em By the next sunset, I had eloped with Marilee, Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C G My Sweet Annette was left standing at the al-tar. May 2000 - Dayton, OH. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / Fiddle: Scott Danborn / High Harmony: Clay Leaverett ____________________________________________________________________________________________ OUTFIT G C G You wanna grow up to paint houses like me D C With a trailer in my yard 'til you're twenty-three C G You wanna feel old after forty-two years D C Keep droppin' the hammer and grindin' the gears D C Well, I used to go out in a Mustang D C It was a three-o-two Mach one in green D C Me and your mama made you in the back D C And I sold it to buy her a ring C G I learned not to say much of nothin' C G So I'll figure you already know C Em But in case you don't, or maybe forgot D C I'll lay it out real nice and slow C G Don't call what you're wearin' an outfit C G Don't ever say your car is broke C Em Don't worry 'bout losin' your accent D C A southern man tells better jokes C G Have fun and stay clear of the needle C G Call home on your sister's birthday C Em Don't tell'em you're bigger than Jesus Am G Em Don't give it away Am G Em Don't give it away D C Five years in a Saint Florine foundry D C They call it Industrial Park D C Then hospital maintenance and tech school D C So I could memorize Frigidare parts C G But I got to missin' your mama C G And I got to missin' you, too C Em I went back to paintin' for my old man D C And I guess that's what I'll always do C G So don't let'em take who you are, boy C G And don't try to be who you ain't C Em And don't let me catch you in Kendale D C With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint C G Don't call what you're wearin' an outfit C G Don't ever say your car is broke C Em Don't sing with a fake British accent D C Don't act like your family's a joke C G Have fun and stay clear of the needle C G Call home on your sister's birthday C Em Don't tell'em you're bigger than Jesus Am G Em Don't give it away Am G Em Don't give it away C G C G C Em D C C G C G C Em Am G Em Am G Em Am G Em Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell (c) 2002 House of Fame Publishing (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / High Harmony: Clay Leaverett _____________________________________________________________________________________________ HEATHENS Main Riff: |---------------------------------------0---| |------10----10---8---8---7---7---5-----1---| |---------------------------------------0---| |---------------------------------------2---| |---10----------8-------7-------5---0-2-3---| |---------10--------8-------7---------------| G C Use this riff for all G > C instances. The top notes can be lightly strummed on the top three strings for a fuller sound. G Something about the wrinkle in your forehead C Tells me there's a fit about to get thrown G If we get the van out of the ditch before morning C Ain't nobody got to know what I done G And I never hear a single word you say C When you tell me not to have my fun G It's the same old shit that C I ain't gonna take off anyone. D C And I don't need to be forgiven D C By them people in the neighborhood D When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye C And said "Paw, we just ain't no good". G We were Heathens in their eyes at the time, C I guess I am just a Heathen still D And I never have repented from the wrongs C That they say I have done, I done what I feel. G C G C G It was a difficult delivery, C Now it's growing up mean and strong G When you tell me that it's getting a little bit tight, C Ain't the first time I been outgrown G And I'm gonna push a little harder C She ain't revved till the rods are thrown G C I'll walk away D C And I don't need to be forsaken D C By you or anybody else D And I never had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me C About the dangers I pose to myself. Heathens. G C G C D C These times can take their toll sometimes D C And I know you feel the same way, too G It gets so hard to keep between the ditches C When the roads wind the way they do. G C G C G C G C D C D C G C G Oct. 1998 - Willard's Garage, Richmond VA./ Jan. 1999 - Tammy's yard, Athens, GA. / June 2000 - Marianne's house, Denton TX. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / Fiddle: Scott Danborn (Thanks Centro-Matic) ______________________________________________________________________________________________ SOUNDS BETTER IN THE SONG Bm G A Bm G When I saw her standing there A With her bright eyes and shining hair, Bm She was looking back at me. G Some are meant to sing A Some are meant to talk Bm And some aren't meant to say a thing. G But when she opened up her mouth A And that sweet voice came out Bm I lost track of my own name. G Now she's found herself, and I lost mine A And I'm just another guy Bm Who can't give her anything. G Well, the drifter, he holds on A To his youth Bm Just like it was money in the bank. G And "Lord knows, I can't change" A Sounds better in the song Bm Than it does with hell to pay. G I might as well of slipped that ring A On her finger from a window Bm Of a van as it drove away. G Now she's found herself, and I lost mine A And I'm just another guy Bm Who can't give her anything. G Dreams are given to you A When you're young enough to dream them Bm Before they can do you any harm. G They don't start to hurt A Until you try to hold on to them Bm After seeing how they really are. G She used to dream them with me A Every single crazy one, Bm Until they started hurting her, too, now she's got some of her own G And outgrowing me A Bm Might be the best thing for her she's ever done. G A light that shines as bright A As hers can't be kept Bm In the shadows for too long. G A heart that wants to live A And a soul that wants to give Bm Can't just sit at home alone. G Lord, she's gave me everything A And never wanted anything Bm I couldn't give, just what was inside of me. G And now she's found herself, and I lost mine A And I'm just another guy Bm Who can't give her anything. G And now she's found herself, and I lost mine A And I'm just another guy Bm Who can't give her anything. G A Bm Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Upright Bass: Shonna Tucker ('Activate the Wonder Twins!') _______________________________________________________________________________________________ (SOMETHING'S GOT TO) GIVE PRETTY SOON |---3---3-------------| |---3---3-------------| |---0---0-----2-------| |---2---0-----2---2---| |---3---2-----0---2---| |-------3---------0---| C G A Em C G C G Way you look at me like that A Em A Em Something's got to give pretty soon C G C G Throw it on a camel's back A Em A Em Something's got to give pretty soon C G C G Living hard to chase the dream A Em A Em Way beyond our ways and means C G C G Yours don't mean a goddamn thing. A Em A Em That's what you said, but, don't believe it. C G C G That shattered look upon your face A Em A Em Something's got to give pretty soon. C G C G Swallow, but can't stand the taste A Em A Em Bark at the wind, chase the moon C G C G Living fast and drinking lots A Em A Em List of things we haven't got. C G C G Tired of life with the have-nots A Em A Em That's what you said and I believe it. C D Maybe what you need's for someone to send you flowers Em Someone strong and mean who can prove he has the power to C D Show you more than charm and take you on your way Em To where you want to be at the end of the day C D And it breaks my heart in two to know it ain't meant to be G But, it ain't me. It ain't me. C G C G And you say it's these things I do A Em A Em About me that's attracted you C G C G So if I started doing something else A Em A Em What would we have left. C G C G And you say you just want compromise A Em A Em Then act so different all the time. C G C G These reasons why you said goodbye A Em A Em Just another way of telling lies. C D Something's got to give, got to give pretty soon Em Or else we're gonna lose the very things that made it bloom C D Sitting in silence in a cold and lonely room Em While the world goes on around us C D Something's got to give, got to give pretty soon Em Or else we're gonna hate each other C D And that would be the saddest thing I ever seen. Em Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Keyboard: David Barbe ___________________________________________________________________________________________ YOUR DADDY HATES ME Am G Em I know your Daddy hates me Am G Em And I got a room in hell reserved. Am G Em I know he wants to kill me Am G Em And it's the least that I deserve Am G Em But I always loved your Daddy Am G Em That's something that I know you know. Am G Em Just sometimes don't do what I ought to Am G Em Sometimes I yes when I should no. Am G Em I know your Daddy hates me Am G Em And I drink more than a whale Am G Em But my failures ain't for lack of trying Am G Em It's just a little too late now to prevail. Am G Em You always knew I was a screw up Am G Em Long before I screwed us up. Am G Em You just said it endeared you to me Am G Em But in the end you just gave up C D Em And I always loved your Daddy C D Em I loved your Mama even more C D Em And I always loved their daughter Am G Em That's for sure. Am G Em I know your Daddy hates me Am G Em I know I'd probably hate me too. Am G Em But, I also know you don't hate me Am G Em Even though you'd probably like to and ought to. Am G Em And it's a little too late for writing love songs Am G Em But I never did anything on time. Am G Em Happiness on your big adventure. Am G Em See you Darling down the line. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Additional Guitar: David Barbe __________________________________________________________________________________________ CARELESS Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G E Careful that you don't Use up your ninth one We all were careless once We all were careless once. Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G E It can't be too much fun Just going round once It all can slip away One banana peel away. Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G E You left this big ole void Sure miss your sweet voice Gone into the void We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once. Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G E June 1996, for Monster. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music _______________________________________________________________________________________ PIN HITS THE SHELL (Transcription by Wayne Rogers) G G D You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race G C but you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face. G D And the same God that you're so afraid is gonna send you to hell G C is the same one you're gonna answer to when the pin hits the shell. G D Your sister's been blaming everybody. G BC I don't blame her, man, I guess I'd do the same G D if you was my brother, man, I'd probably stand by you. G C But you ain't, man, so I got to go my way. Em And I ain't gonna crawl upon no high horse D Cause I got thrown off of one G when I was young and I ain't no cowboy C so I ain't going where I don't belong. Em D It wouldn't do you no good to let you know that it damned near killed me too G C so I ain't gonna mourn for you, man, now that you're gone. Picked interlude E D C G G D E D C G G D Me and you, we liked our pills and our whiskey. G But you don't want your head full of either one when C the house gets quiet and dark. G D Feeling good it used to be so damned easy, G C racing trains from 2nd Street to Avalon. Em Take a trip down memory lane, D You don't see no friendly faces G all the houses have been painted and C nobody knows your name. Em It's enough to make a man not want D to be nobody's Daddy, G C when all he thinks he's got left to hand down is guilt and shame. Em And I ain't gonna crawl upon no high horse D Cause I got thrown off of one G when I was young and I ain't no cowboy C so I ain't going where I don't belong. Em D It wouldn't do you no good to let you know that it damned near killed me too G C so I ain't gonna mourn for you, man, now that you're gone. G D You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race G C but you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face. G D And the same God that you're so afraid is gonna send you to hell G C is the same one you're gonna answer to when the pin hits the shell. Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2001 Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Star Wars Wurlitzer Solo: Spooner Oldham ____________________________________________________________________________________________ DO IT YOURSELF (chords submitted by Cynthia Markey) (In drop D tuning) D A E My Daddy called me on a Friday morning D A E So sad to tell me just what you'd done D A E You tried so hard to make us all hate you D A E But in the end you was the only one A Sick, tired, pissed and wired A You never thought about anyone else. D A E You tried in vain to find something to kill you D A E In the end you had to do it yourself. Who's to blame for the loveless marriage Who's to blame for the broken band. You ran from life and all of it's pleasures Your own teeth marks on your own damned hand. Thrown out before the date's expired You'd rather die than let anyone help, You'd rather die than take a stab at living. Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself. C G Em Everyone has those times when the night's so long C G Em The dead-end life just drags you down C G Em You lean back under the microphone C G Em And turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound. And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy Some should say I should cut you slack But you worked so hard at unhappiness. Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself. Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself. D A E (On last E go berzerk and randomly hammer the high E 3rd Fret a few times your pinky while strumming) ____________________________________________________________________________________________ DECORATION DAY Chords: |---------------------------3---| |---1----1------1-----1-----3---| |---0----0------2-----2-----0---| |---2----2------2-----2-----0---| |---3----2------0-----0-----2---| |---------------------0-----3---| C C/B Am Am/E G C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am C C/B Am Am/E It's Decoration Day. C C/B Am Am/E And I've a mind to roll a stone on his grave. C C/ Am Am/E But what would he say. G Am "Keeping me down, boy, won't keep you away". C C/B Am Am/E It's Decoration Day. C C/B Am Am/E And I knew the Hill Boys would put him away, C C/B Am Am/E But my Daddy wasn't afraid. G Am He said "We'll fight till the last Lawson's last living day" C C/B Am Am/E I never knew how it all got started C C/B Am Am/E A problem with Holland before we were born C C/B Am Am/E And I don't know the name of that boy we tied down G Am And beat till he just couldn't walk anymore. C C/B Am Am/E But I know the caliber in Daddy's chest C C/B Am Am/E And I know what Holland Hill drives. C C/B Am Am/E The state let him go, but I guess it was best G Am 'Cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive. G Am Em C C/B Am Am/E Daddy said one of the boys had come by C C/B Am Am/E The Lumber Man's favorite son. C C/B Am Am/E He said, "Beat him real good but don't dare let him die G Am And if you see Holland Hill run. C C/B Am Am/E Now I said, "they ain't give us trouble before C C/B Am Am/E That we ain't brought down on ourselves" C C/B Am Am/E Put a chain on my back and my ear to the floor G Am And I'll send all the Hill Boys to hell. G Am I'll send all the Hill Boys to hell. Em C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am C C/B Am Am/E It's Decoration Day C C/B Am Am/E And I've got a family in Mobile Bay C C/B Am Am/E And they've never seen my Daddy's grave. G Am But that don't bother me, it ain't marked anyway. C C/B Am Am/E 'Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale south C C/B Am Am/E And I got dead brothers in east Tennessee. C C/B Am Am/E My Daddy got shot right in front of his house G Am He had no one to fall on but me. C C/B Am Am/E It's Decoration Day C C/B Am Am/E And I've got a mind to go spit on his grave. C C/B Am Am/E If I was a Hill, I'd have put him away G Am And I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day. G Am I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day. G Am I'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day. (pause and drum intro.) C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell (c) 2002 House of Fame Music (BMI) ____________________________________________________________________________________________ LOADED GUN IN THE CLOSET Transcription by Paul Deaver DBT songs are typically done in standard "EADGBe" tuning, only tuned down a whole step "DGCFAd". Rather than confuse players, chords are shown as standard ESDGBe ones even they're actually played down a step. Loaded Gun is different. It's played in Open C tuning. The song is basically three played normally, sus2, and sus4 by moving around 1 fret or two on the "e" and high "C" Cooley plays around on the chords a lot, and from time to time, picks the melody on the C string. Once you've played around with Open C, you'll find it's fairly easy to sort out. From here on, tunings are actual notes in Open C tuning. ===CHORDS=== Tuning C F G --------------------- e | 0 0 0 c | 0 5 0 G | 0 5 7 C | 0 5 7 G | 0 5 7 C | 0 5 7 Note 1: Sample "C" riff w/ sus2 & sus4 -------------------------------------- e | 1p0 0 0 1p0 0 x c | 0 2 0 0 2 0 G | 0 0 0 0 0 0 C | 0 0 0 0 0 0 G | x x x 0 0 0 C | x x x x x 0 Note 2: Strum the F & G chords string-by-string as if they were picked. --------------------------------------------- C He's got a loaded gun in the closet C and another one in the dresser drawer F just in case the one in the closet C didn't make a big enough hole. C She had his breakfast ready every morning C F and his lunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen door. G F She'd make sure he had everything he needed G F and hug his neck and tell him how much she loved him G F C and it was beautiful. You should have seen it. [ ... ] Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff