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40 Acres Of Hell chords by Johnny Russell

  • Ebm

    6
  • Em

  • A

  • C

  • D

  • G

  • Fm

  • Db

    4
  • Eb

    6
  • Ab

    4
  • F#

    2
  • F#m

    2
  • E

  • Gm

    3
  • F

  • Bb

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Intro 1
(E flat minor)
(E minor)
I was (A major) born in north
Verse 1
Mis (E minor) sissippi
On 40 rocky acres of ground
We froze in the winter
Burnt up in summer
And starved the (A major) whole year (E minor) 'round
Every year we planted,
but we couldn't raise nothin'
But some rotten cotton we couldn't sell
It got to be that Papa called (C major)
our little place (D major)
40 rocky acres of Hell
(G major)
Verse 2
We were doing our time (C major)
(D major) On 40 acres of hell
(G major)
Verse 3
Now Papa (E minor) he worked,
Lord knows he worked
We just nev (C major) er seemed to get ahead (E minor)
Supper many nights was nothing
But some warmed over
beans and cornbread
Five hungry people,
and three little rooms
And life getting rougher every day
It seemed the price of one
(C major) year's good living
Was a dol (D major) lar more than Papa could pay
(G major)
Verse 4
We were doing (C major) our time
(D major) On 40 Acres of hell
(G major)
Verse 5
I remember (F minor) that day
On my fourteenth year
I'd just gotten home from school
My little sister Betsy,
she was five years old
Came riding to the house on a mule
She cried: "Mama y'all
better come quick
Papa done fell and he's hurt"
We buried Papa that Sunday
The very (D flat major) next Monday
Things (E flat major) went from bad to (A flat major) worse
Verse 6
We were doing our time (D flat major)
(E flat major) On 40 Acres of hell
(A flat major)
Verse 7
Now my (F sharp major) big brother Burt
didn't take him very long
He got tired (F sharp minor) of plowing Devil ground
So he got him (D major) a gun and he
robbed (F sharp minor) him a store
And the law had to hunt him down
They caught him up in Memphis
And Burt made them shoot
But I've heard a lot (F sharp major)
of people (F sharp minor) that say
"Your big brother Burt didn't
(D major) do it for the money
(E minor) He just (E major) had to get (A major) away"
Verse 8
From doing his (D major) time
(E major) On 40 acres of hell
(A major)
Verse 9
Now, many (G minor) years have passed
And Mama, she's gone
She's with Papa and Burt
My little sister Betsy married a salesman
And moved out west to Fort Worth
Here I sit on this 40 acres
Raising rotten cotton I can't sell
So good Lord when I die
You gotta take (E flat major) me to Heaven
I've (F major) done my time in Hell
(B flat major)
Verse 10
I've been doing my time (E flat major)
(F major) On 40 Acres of Hell
(B flat major)
Verse 11
I've been doing my time (E flat major)
(F major) On 40 Acres of Hell
(B flat major)
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