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My hobbies are enjoying knowledge through study courses, ukulele, sharing this knowledge through adult education classes.

This page is for educational to share information that is useful for ukulele players. Share items of interest - theory. No personal photos. Examples of things to post are blues songs with chords, Gospel country and country songs. Modern songs are welcome provided they are clean lyrics. The Online course and published book is available at https://www.udemy.com/introduction-to-ukulele/learn/#/
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Friday, April 8, 2016

Nashville Song Numbering song




Alabama Blues   (3 chords in whatever key of choice)
 
INTRO:  V   IV   I   V [or intro of your choice]
 
V               I              IV                                 I
I never will go back to Alabama, 'cause that is not the place for me.
                IV                                                I
I never will go back to Alabama, 'cause that is not the place for me.
                        V
You know they killed my sister and my brother,
IV                                                 I  [turnaround of choice]
And the whole world let them peoples go down there free
 
My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down.
My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down.
I can't help but to sit down and cry sometime,
Think about how my poor brother lost his life
 
Alabama, Alabama, why do you wanna be so mean?
Alabama, Alabama, why do you wanna be so mean?
You got my people behind a barbwire fence,
Now, you tryin' to take my freedom away from me.
 
 
ADDITIONAL VERSE:
I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me.
I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me.
Oh, God I wish you would rise up one day,
Lead my peoples to the land of pea'.  ["pea'" = "peace"]


Cadillac Blues

Karen Lawrence (Blue By Nature)
 
I                       IV                       I
Baby, why you walkin'?  Come on and ride my Cadillac.
IV                                              I
Baby why you walkin'?  Come on and ride my Cadillac.
         V                    IV                      I
Got them custom leather seats for lovey-dovin' in the back.
 
Let me show you, baby, what this big ole' car can do.
Let me show you, baby, what this big ole' car can do.
When I get my engine runnin' hot, I get your motor goin', too.
 
BRIDGE:
I  [stop chords]
I start her up, shift her down.
I                         [chromatic bass up]
In second gear, I'm gonna take you to town.
IV                                  I
Oh!  Baby, come on and ride my Cadillac.  Yeah!
         V                    IV                      I
Got them custom leather seats for lovey-dovin' in the back.
 
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE:
 
I'll do all the drivin', you just sit back enjoy the ride.
I'm gonna do all the drivin', honey, you just sit back enjoy the ride.
I got my V-8 workin', honey, automatic overdrive.
 
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE WITH STOP CHORDS:
 
Sure feels good, baby, when I'm in the driver's seat.
Oo-ooh-wee, daddy!  Sure feels good to me.
Baby, you must agree nobody drives as hard as me.
 
I just start her up, shift her down.
In second gear, I'm gonna run ya to the ground.
Oh!  Baby, come on and ride my Cadillac.
Got them custom leather seats for lovey-dovin' in the back.
 
INSTRUMENTAL AND OUT
 
 

Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home?
Words & Music:
Hughie Cannon
 
G
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
G                     Fdim  D7
I've moaned the whole night long.
D7
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent.
D7                G
I know I done you wrong.
 
G
Remember that rainy evenin' I threw you out,
G                       Fdim  Am
With nothin' but a fine tooth comb?
    C           Cm          G          E7
You know I'm to blame; now, ain't it a shame?
     A7                D7          G
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?
 
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE:
 
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
I've moaned that whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent.
I know I done you wrong.
 
Remember that rainy evenin' I threw you out
With nothin' but a fine tooth comb?
You know I'm to blame; now, ain't it a shame?
So, baby, won't you please come...
I said, now, won't you please come...
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?