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Lord Mr Ford by Jerry Reed
Lord Mr Ford
Capo:4th fret
Play this with a capo on 4th fret.
All chord names, shapes, and notes are relative to position of capo.
Real chord names are in square brackets below.
G [B] = 320033 G(b5)/Bb [B(b5)/D] = x10023
Gsus/A [Bsus/Db] = x00013 A7 [Db7] = x02020
D [F#] = xx0232 C [E] = x32010
G7 [B7] = 320031
G G(b5)/Bb Gsus/A G
INTRO
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking,
piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City,
**RIFF** A7 D G
then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.
G
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge,
C
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge,
G D
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words.
G
All about that demon automobile,
C
A metal box with the polyglass wheel,
G D G
The end result to the dream of Henry Ford.
D
Well, I've got a car that's mine alone,
C
That me and the finance company own.
G D
A ready made pile of manufactured grief.
G G7
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain,
C
I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane,
G D G
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf.
A7
Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam,
That makes me the bitter fool I am,
D
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death.
A7
For gas and oils and fluids and grease,
And wires and tires and anti-freeze,
D
And them accessories, well honey that's something else.
G
Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv,
C
Get a backseat bar and reclining seats,
G D
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent.
G G7
Well, I figured it up and over a period of time,
C
This four thousand dollar car of mine,
G D G
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.
D C G
Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G **RIFF** A7 D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
G
Now the average American father and mother,
C
Own one whole car and half another,
G D
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
G G7
But the thing that amazes me I guess,
C
Is the way we measure a man's success,
G D G
By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy.
A7
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop,
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop,
D
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas.
A7
Well, now all the car's placed end to end,
Would reach to the moon and back again,
D
And there'd probably be some poor fool pull out to pass.
G
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days,
C
Without that carbon monoxide haze,
G D
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate.
G G7
Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars,
C
Would have meant for me and you to have cars,
G D G
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space.
D C G
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G G7
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
Come away with me Lucille
A7 D G C **RIFF** A7 D G
In my smoking, choking automobile
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version 2
Tuning:D G D G B D
Capo:4th fret
Intro
[Lick]
e|---5p2p0------0-----|------------------|--------------------|-0----------------|
B|--------------------|------------------|--------------0-2/3-|-0---2/1----------|
G|----------3/4---3-2-|-0-----0-3p2p0-0--|-0-----0--3p0-0-3/4-|-----3/2----------|
D|--------------------|---0/2---------2--|-0-----0--2p0-------|------------------|
A|--------------------|------------------|---3/4--------------|------------------|
E|--------------------|------------------|--------------------|------------------|
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti freeze
And them accessories
Well honey, that's something else
Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well I figured it up and over a period of time
This four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars
And ninety-nine cents, well now
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Now the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a
Trick to buy, don't you
But the thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well now, all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some
Fool pull out to pass
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born
With a parking space
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Come away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking automobile
p = pull off
/ = slide
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