Finnders and Youngberg - Fiddlin To My Grave

      Fiddlin’ To My Grave  (6/8 time) by Mike Finders, Finnders and Youngberg, (FY5) 2011

NOTES:  To help account for Mikes lyrical timing, each chord symbol represents 1/2 measure, 3 beats;  
the dot . is 3 more beats, the other half of the measure.
        
(nc)    G          .      .         Em            D     .          G     .
I could play Uncle Pen before I was 10,   fiddle Sally Gooden all day.
             G        .         .           Em              D          .              G         .
And I could steal the smiles of all the old guys,  And we’d sit on the old porch and play.
        C     .    Em         .         C         .              Em   D    
There’d often be a bottle go ‘round,       that I soon began to crave
              G    .    .        /Em              D       .      G     .    G  .  .  Em  D  .  G  .  G  .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave        [Fiddle]

        G      .           .     Em             D         .           G       .
Well I coulda gone to the army I guess or got a job at the old lumber yard,
               G           .           .         Em          D             .     G     .
But it’d be a waste not to taste that sweet moonshine, and a’workin’ just seemed too hard.
    C      .        Em    .      C      .          Em   D
I guess I knew from early on I’d be no boss-man’s slave,
              G    .    .         Em            D        .      G    .   G  .  .   Em  D  .  G  .  G *
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave     [Mandolin]

     *.          G           .          .            Em             D    .       G          .
So I hopped in a van with a band and we hit that old road,  playin’ 200 shows a year.
             G          .             .        Em           D            .    G       .
And all the places and times, they’re one long line  in the haze of the smoke and the beer
       C          .               Em     .         C       .            Em    D
And a few of the ladies tried to take me in, they found I could not be saved
              G    .    .         Em            D        .      G    .   G  .  .  Em  D  .  G  .  G  .
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave     [Banjo]

[BREAK]    
G . .  Em   D .  G .        C . Em .  C  .  Em  D        G . .  Em   D . G .  G  .  G .  G  .
[Banjo]                       [Fiddle]                     [All]

         G          .          .          Em       D      .        G       .
Now the time’s gone by in the blink of an eye, I’m old before I’m young.
        G                 .            .            Em                 D        .        G    .
I got a cough that won’t quit from the gin and cigarettes,  I have to leave my last song un-sung
            C         .           Em          .         C        .    Em    D
There’s no care plan there for a fiddler like me, no retirement did I save
             G     .    .        Em             D        .      G    .    C . Em . C . Em D
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave     [Fiddle, Banjo]
 [All]   G  .  .  Em  D  .  G  .

              G    .    .        Em             D        .    [a cap.]
And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave

(A)   I   I   I   vi   V   V   I   I      and  (B)  IV   IV   vi   vi  IV   IV   vi   V             AABA