The Byrds Americas Great National Pasttime chords

Americas Great National Pasttime by The Byrds

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From [email protected] Fri Mar 21 11:33:04 1997
Date: Mon, 17 Mar 1997 19:47:21 GMT
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: America's Great National Pastime  The Byrds    Chords

Roy had the words, so lets try these chords. Please post corrections

The Byrds  America's Great National Pastime written by Skip Battin
                                                       Kim Fowler

C                                           G
One of America's great national pastimes is drinking a coke
F                  C
Taking  a smoke   telling a joke
C                                           G
One of America's great national pastimes is playing ball
F                  C
Taking it all  and thinking so small
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
     G                C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
    G                 F              C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
C                                            G
One of America's great national pastimes is chocolate fudge
F                  C
Carrying a grudge  bribing a judge
C                                           G
One of America's great national pastimes is poisoning rain
F               C
Acting insane  inflicting pain
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
     G                C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
    G                 F              C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
C                                                 G
One of America's great national pastimes is  the worship of speed
F                           C
Planting  the seeds  taking more than she needs
C                                          G
One of America's great national pastime is cutting the grass
F                  C
Grabbing some ass living too fast
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
     G                C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
        F                        C
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
    G                 F              C
The hot and tired the weary and the sore


  Copyright @ 1971 Kyo Music and Bad Boy Music
  From the "Farther Along"  LP Columbia Records 1971


The Byrds                        Old Blue              arranged by
Roger McGuinn

           D                                  A7  D
Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue
                                   A7  D
Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue

Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue
                           A7       D           D     A7    D
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too
D                                        A7      D
Oh Blue chased a possum up a holler limb
                          A7      D
Blue chased a possum up a holler limb

Blue chased a possum up a holler limb
                         A7        D
The possum growled Blue  whined at him
D       Bm     G   A         D             Bm    G   A        D
Bye bye blue   you good dog  you   bye bye blue  you good dog you
D
When old Blue died he died so hard
                          A7            D
He shook the ground in my back yard

We lowered him down with a golden chain
                         A7  D
And every link we called his name
D       Bm     G    A        D             Bm    G   A        D
Bye bye blue   you good dog  you   bye bye blue  you good dog you
D
My old Blue he was a good old hound
                      A        D
You'd hear him hollar miles around

When I get to heaven first thing I'll do
                         A   D
Is grab my horn and call for Blue
D       Bm     G        A    D             Bm    G     A      D
Bye bye blue   you good dog  you   bye bye blue  you good dog you


     Copyright @ 1969 Blackwood Music Inc., McHillby Inc.
     From the "Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde" LP