Grandfather Johnson

Simplificar Afinação: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb EbTecla: C#Capotraste: Sem capotraste || Chords are relative to the guitar being a half step tuned down. Key of C# but played in D. [Intro] N.C. Friends, most of my bush ballads are based on true stories. N.C. I'd like to sing for you now a story that is 100% true, N.C. Because I know the family that grandfather Johnson lived with. N.C. And like most bush ballads and story songs, N.C. these ballads explain themselves as they move along. N.C. Here is the true story of Grandfather Johnson. A7 D [Verse 1] D G Grandfather Johnson was an old blackman D A7 From a real proud race of men D G When he was a child he heard them tell of butcher's creek E A7 And the story was old even then. D How the white man came and took over the land G And the blood of the blackman mixed with white D But Grandfather Johnson was a fullblood man, A7 D Proud of his people and their rights. [Verse 2] D G Now Grandfather Johnson was a tribal man D A7 He knew all the old hunting ways D G He knew how to wield the nulla, throw the killer boomerang E A7 And he'd entertain the tourists everyday. D And Grandfather Johnson had a brand new suit G A new hat for his snowy headed crown D But whenever the tourists were about to arrive A7 D He would change into his old hand me downs. [Verse 3] D G When I asked him the reason he said "Son you ought to know D A7 My old working clothes look better for the part. D G I'm just old Grandfather Johnson making boomerangs for sale E A7 I'd lose business if I went around looking smart." D So he sold them boomerangs and taught them to throw G And they bragged for months of seeing the real thing D When they'd gone Grandpa dressed up took his money from a bag D And smiled as he paid cash for a new gold ring. [Interlude] A7 D [Verse 4] D G He would always bail me up when we met in town D A7 And he'd bite me for some money or a smoke D G Oh but I can't forget the day I had to tell Grandfather E A7 I was sorry but I was stoney broke. D He just nodded and emptied out his pockets G The notes and the silver flowed apace D With a twinkle in his eye, he shoved the money in my hand A7 D And laughed at the look upon my face. [Verse 5] D G Well grandfather Johnson died one year on walkabout D A7 In a strange land alone in the dark D G No one new his name or knew from where he came E A7 They just found him dead one morning in the park. D And they buried Grandpa Johnson as a pauper, G It was months and months before I even knew D I gave his money to the hungry, clothes to the poor A7 D And his story I'm giving to you, [Tag] A7 D And his story I'm giving to you.