Hey here's an acoustic version of High Lonesome.
have fun and feel free to comment. I saw Brian Fallon playing this one somewhere on
Should be pretty much accurate.
Brian tuned everything half step down, but still sounds good with standard tuning.
(032010)
C 2 (032013) -----------------> in the bridge
G (320033) ------------------| in the verse & chorus
G 2 (320013) ------------------| in the intro & bridge
G/E (055410) ------------------| before chorus
(033210)
(xx0231)
Am7 (002213) ------------------| in the intro & verse
Am (002210) ------------------| in the chorus
If you have trouble playing or remembering the chords, you can also play the standard
still sounds good. but Brian Fallon plays it the way I tabed it.
Intro:
2* (2x) * played very briefly
(2x)
Verse:
So the ambulances came
They took your pulse and packed up your things
And the papers read
Some boys forget what the heart it brings
And the pounding in the street
Was your heart in four four time
And the taste of defeat
Was was never too far from your mind
Chorus:
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
Verse:
So gravity came
And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You're getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the patter on the bar
Was just this one time
The patter on the bar
Was just this one night
Only to get by
Chorus:
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
Bridge:
2 2
There were Southern accents
2 2
On the radio As I drove home
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
2 2
It's a pretty good song Maybe you know the rest
2
Maybe you know the rest
Chorus:
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
When our boots they hit the ground {
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They made a high and lonesome sound { 3x
When our boots they hit the ground
They made a high, a high and lonesome sound