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From: ad503@freenet.carleton.ca (Frederick Clark)


TENNESSEE JED - GRATEFUL DEAD

Co7: x3x242	Dm7: x00211	C7: 3x2310

C G C G C
C                                  G C
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain.
Drink all day and rock all night.
I run into Charlie Fog.
F                            G       C     G C
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.
The law come to get you if you don't walk right.
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog.
C           Co7      Dm7         C7
You know you bound to wind up dead
Got a letter this mornin', baby and all it read:
My doggie turned to me and he said.
C      F                     G      C   G C
if you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
"You better head back to Tennessee Jed."
"Let's head back to Tennesse Jed."

C                              G C
Rich man step on my poor head.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine.
I woke up feelin' mean.
F                             G         C     G C
When you get back, you better butter my bread.
Honey, come quick with the iodine.
I went down to play the slot machine.
         Co7    Dm7          C7
Well you know it's like I said:
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed.
The wheels turned around and the letters read,
C   F                    G        C
you better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
"You better head back to Tennessee Jed."

Bb F G C
F                           C                  G       F
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be.
C              G     F
Baby won't you carry me
C      G      F    G C
back to Tennessee.


--
From: Harlan L Thompson 

TENNESSEE JED- The Grateful Dead

RIFF: 2(4bend up) 2(3) 2(1) 3(2) 4(0h2) 4(0) 5(3) 6(3) C


C RIFF C RIFF
C                                  RIFF
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain
F                            G       C     RIFF
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train
C           Co7      Dm7         C   C7
You know you bound to wind up dead
     F                     G      C   RIFF
If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed

C                              RIFF
Rich man step on my poor head
F                             G         C     RIFF
When you get back, you better butter my bread
         Co7    Dm7          C  C7
Well you know it's like I said:
    F                    G        C
you better head back to Tennessee Jed

CHORUS:
Bb F G  C
F                           C                  G       F
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be
C              G     F    C      G      F    RIFF
Baby won't you carry me   back to Tennessee


Drink all day and rock all night
The law come to get you if you don't walk right
Got a letter this mornin', baby and all it read:
"You better head back to Tennessee Jed"
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine
Honey, come quick with the iodine
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed ...CHORUS

I run into Charlie Fog
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog
My doggie turned to me and he said
"Let's head back to Tennesse Jed"
I woke up feelin' mean
I went down to play the slot machine
The wheels turned around and the letters read
"You better head back to Tennessee Jed"...CHORUS


Co7: x3x242	Dm7: x00211	C7: 3x2310


NOTE: This is exactly the same as the previous posting except that I
perfer this format and I thought others might too.

(from Europe 72, 1972)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)