Gibbonsville Gold chords
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My name is Bill [Bm]Harlan. I'm a God fearin' [D]man
From the lost rebel [Bm]army, a Tennessee Calvary man [A]
From Shilo to [G]Nashville we made our last [D]stand
When the battles were [Bm]over, everythin' [A]we had was gone with the [D]wind
But I still had my [Bm]family and a hope and a [D]dream
And I heard of gold [Bm]fever and the Rocky Mountain [A]streams
So we took what we [G]had and some gold diggin' [D]gear
And we headed for a [Bm]new life [A]on the Northwest fron- [D]tier
Montana Terri- [Bm]tory where the winters are [D]cold
The lands full of [Bm]game and the creeks are full of [A]gold
Just west of the [G]mountains is a town they call Gibbons- [D]ville
You can sure get gold [Bm]fever, you can damn sure get [A]killed
But I staked my [G]claims, I was rarin' to [D]go
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I set out to [A]find the Gibbonsville [D]gold
[CHORUS]
Oh, you find just a [G]little, just enough to get [D]by
Aww, you dig and you [A]dig, and you start wonderin' [D]why
There's a whole lot more [G]down there, I don't have to be [D]told
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I'm gonna [A]find that Gibbonsville [D]gold
Every morning at [Bm]daylight with a pick and a [D]pan
Keep an eye out for the [Bm]blackfeet. Keep a rifle near [A]hand
Back shooters and [G]grizzlies, better stay alert all the [D]time
'Cause the only law [Bm]here in this wild [A]country is the gun and the [D]knife
In the year of our [Bm]Lord, eighteen sixty- [D]nine
I lost my dear [Bm]son to a cave-in at the [A]mine
Yes I know he's [G]gone please God rest his [D]soul
So many have [Bm]died trying to [A]find this damned Gibbonsville [D]gold
[CHORUS]
Yeah, you find just a [G]little, just enough to get [D]by
Aww, you dig and you [A]dig, and you start wonderin' [D]why
Then someone finds a [G]nugget, just as big as your [D]thumb
And we all go hard [A]at it from sun until [D]sun
Yeah I got to [G]find it, that main mother [D]load
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I swear to [A]find that Gibbonsville [D]gold
[Tag]
There's a whole lot more [G]down there, my share of that main mother [D]load
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I swear to [A]find the Gibbonsville [D]gold --- fade
From the lost rebel [Bm]army, a Tennessee Calvary man [A]
From Shilo to [G]Nashville we made our last [D]stand
When the battles were [Bm]over, everythin' [A]we had was gone with the [D]wind
But I still had my [Bm]family and a hope and a [D]dream
And I heard of gold [Bm]fever and the Rocky Mountain [A]streams
So we took what we [G]had and some gold diggin' [D]gear
And we headed for a [Bm]new life [A]on the Northwest fron- [D]tier
Montana Terri- [Bm]tory where the winters are [D]cold
The lands full of [Bm]game and the creeks are full of [A]gold
Just west of the [G]mountains is a town they call Gibbons- [D]ville
You can sure get gold [Bm]fever, you can damn sure get [A]killed
But I staked my [G]claims, I was rarin' to [D]go
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I set out to [A]find the Gibbonsville [D]gold
[CHORUS]
Oh, you find just a [G]little, just enough to get [D]by
Aww, you dig and you [A]dig, and you start wonderin' [D]why
There's a whole lot more [G]down there, I don't have to be [D]told
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I'm gonna [A]find that Gibbonsville [D]gold
Every morning at [Bm]daylight with a pick and a [D]pan
Keep an eye out for the [Bm]blackfeet. Keep a rifle near [A]hand
Back shooters and [G]grizzlies, better stay alert all the [D]time
'Cause the only law [Bm]here in this wild [A]country is the gun and the [D]knife
In the year of our [Bm]Lord, eighteen sixty- [D]nine
I lost my dear [Bm]son to a cave-in at the [A]mine
Yes I know he's [G]gone please God rest his [D]soul
So many have [Bm]died trying to [A]find this damned Gibbonsville [D]gold
[CHORUS]
Yeah, you find just a [G]little, just enough to get [D]by
Aww, you dig and you [A]dig, and you start wonderin' [D]why
Then someone finds a [G]nugget, just as big as your [D]thumb
And we all go hard [A]at it from sun until [D]sun
Yeah I got to [G]find it, that main mother [D]load
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I swear to [A]find that Gibbonsville [D]gold
[Tag]
There's a whole lot more [G]down there, my share of that main mother [D]load
I've made up my [Bm]mind and I swear to [A]find the Gibbonsville [D]gold --- fade
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