Biografía:
He wrote the music to 'The Vacant Chair' by Henry Washburn in 1860s
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Tramp, Tramp, Tramp chords
George F. Root (1864)
A
In my prison cell I sit,
D A
thinking, mother, dear, of you,
E
and our bright and happy home so far away
A
And my eyes they fill with tears,
D A
'spite of all that I can do,
E A
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
A
In the battle front we stood,
D A
when their fiercest charge they made,
E
and they swept us off a hundred men or more
A
But before we reached their lines,
D A
they were beaten back, dismayed,
E A
and we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
A
So within the prison cell,
D A
we are waiting for the day,
E
that shall come to open wide the iron door
A
And the hollow eye grows bright,
D A
and the poor heart almost gay,
E A
as we think of seeing home and friends once more.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
Set8
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# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
# song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------#
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp chords
George F. Root (1864)
A
In my prison cell I sit,
D A
thinking, mother, dear, of you,
E
and our bright and happy home so far away
A
And my eyes they fill with tears,
D A
'spite of all that I can do,
E A
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
A
In the battle front we stood,
D A
when their fiercest charge they made,
E
and they swept us off a hundred men or more
A
But before we reached their lines,
D A
they were beaten back, dismayed,
E A
and we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
A
So within the prison cell,
D A
we are waiting for the day,
E
that shall come to open wide the iron door
A
And the hollow eye grows bright,
D A
and the poor heart almost gay,
E A
as we think of seeing home and friends once more.
A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
A
And beneath the starry flag
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
Set8
http://sites.google.com/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/
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