Chords:
{t: That Good Old Country Town}
{artist:Vernon Dalhart}
{key: G}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fJjqKn6Ru4
{c: Thanks to James Ginther for the lyrics}
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G]
[G] Oh the days are bad and the [C] nights are long
and the [G] whole wide world is [C] going wrong.
It's [G] all because I'm [D] far away from [G] home. [D]
When I [G] bow my head and I [C] close my eyes,
it is [G] then I stop and [C] realize,
Oh, [G] what a fool I [A7] was to ever [D] roam.
There's a [G] long, long trail a-[C]wind-[G]ing
to a l[C] and that's fair and [G] bright.
It's a trail I'm always [C] fin-[G]ding
when I [A7] go to sleep at [D] night
And I [G] dream, I'm climbing [C] up the hill
where I [G] used to [D] hear that [C] whipporwill
in the [G] good old country [D7] town where [D] I was [G] born.
I tried to figure out [B7] just what it's all about,
[C] why I ever left [G] home.
[D] I got a notion [G] in my [Em] head
the [A7] ol' home town was [D] mostly dead,
but [G] I learned a thing or two [B7] as we were bound to do
[C] when we're roaming a-[G]round
and [D] I made up my mind right now.
I'll [A7] soon be homeward [D] bound.
Oh, the [G] sun shines brighter [C] every day
and the [G] breezes blow your [C] blues away
In the [G] good old country [D] town I'm longing [G] for [D]
It's a [G] place where clothes don't [C] make the man
and they [G] mean it when they [C] shake your hand
and a [G] stranger won't be [A] turned from any [D] door.
It's a [G] land of milk and [C] honey
where the folks are on the [G] square,
though they don't have lots of [C] mooo-[G]ney,
you're [A7] always welcome [D] there.
Oh, I [G] know that I'm just a [C] small time guy,
so I'm [G] going back to l[C] ive and die
in the [G] good old country [A] town where [D] I was [G] born
{c: abbreviated instrumental}
{sos}
And I [G] dream, I'm climbing [C] up the hill
where I [G] used to [D] hear that [C] whipporwill
in the [G] good old country [D7] town where [D] I was [G] born.
{eos}
Oh I wonder if I'm [C] going to find
That [G] little girl I [C] left behind
I [G] never can for-[D]get her smiling [G] face [D]
When I [G] start back home where [C] belong
In my [G] heart I know there'll [C] be a song
For [G] no-one else can [A7] ever take her [D] place
When I [G] get off at the [C] sta-[G]tion,
and I [C] see those happy [G] smiles,
I will tell the whole creation.
I would [A7] walk a thousand [D] miles
just to [G] be back where the [C] skies are blue,
where I [G] know my friends are [C] always true
in the [G] good old country [D] town where I was [G] born.
