Take Em Away Chords

100% correct.
Capo on 7th fret. 

You can figure out the picking its not that hard, but it sounds just fine strumming the chords.




G             C                   G               D
Take em away  Take em away Lord,  Take away these chains from me.

G                           C                 G                     D
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free,  Lord take away these chains 
G
from me.

G                          C                   G
Some bird feathers are too bright to be caged, I know i'm not that

          D
colorful, but a bird just the same.

G                            C                 G
Open up your gate now let me put down my load, so i can feel at ease and
   D          G
go back to my home.


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G                             C              G
Sun beatin' down my legs cant seem to stand, theres a boss man at a turnrow

       D
with a rifle in his hand.

G                       C                     G
I've got nine children, nothin' in the pan. My wife she died hungry while i 

D           G
was plowin' land.


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G                           C                        G
Cant see when i go to work, cant see when i get off. How do you expect a man

D
not to get lost.

G                              C                G                         
Every year i just keep getting deeper in debt, if theres a happy day Lord

  D               G
I havent seen one yet.


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G                       C                              G
Land that i love is the land that i'm workin', but its hard to love it all

                   D
the time when your back is a hurtin'.

G                      C                    G                        D
Gettin' too old now to push this here plow, let me lay down so i can look at

    G
the clouds.


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G                                C                   G
The land that i know is where to rivers collide, the Brazos, the Navaso and

    D        G
the big blue sky.


G                             C
Flood plains, freight trains, watermelon vines 

   G                                       D                 G
Of any place on God’s green earth, this is where I choose to die 



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