The Old Hickory Cane chords by Traditional

Chords with lyrics

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Key: E MajorE

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
E MajorE A augmentedA E MajorE B7B7

Verse 1:
E MajorE            A augmentedA    E MajorE
How well I remember when I was a boy,
               B7B7
We lived in the old-fashioned home;
E MajorE               A augmentedA        E MajorE
The chimney was deep, and the stone hearth was broad,
         B7B7       E MajorE
The fire-dogs how brightly they shone.
E MajorE               A augmentedA   E MajorE
The spirit of mischief seemed ever in play;
E MajorE               B7B7
We tried to keep still, but in vain;
E MajorE           A augmentedA       E MajorE
The signal for quiet I ne'er shall forget-
E MajorE        B7B7     E MajorE
The thump of the old hick'ry cane.

Chorus:
A augmentedA             E MajorE
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
              B7B7
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E MajorE              A augmentedA      B7B7
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E MajorE        B7B7        E MajorE
Its absence he ne'er could have borne

Instrumental:
E MajorE A augmentedA E MajorE B7B7 E MajorE A augmentedA E MajorE B7B7 E MajorE

Verse 1:
E MajorE             A augmentedA       E MajorE
Twas pleasant when living far out on the farm;
              B7B7
How welcome the old dinner-horn;
E MajorE                A augmentedA     E MajorE
The long winter evenings brought cider and fruit.
        B7B7      E MajorE
And popping of chestnuts and corn.
E MajorE                A augmentedA     E MajorE
We thought it a treat when, with hand on his cane.
E MajorE             B7B7
Our father a story would tell;
E MajorE               A augmentedA      E MajorE
Each eye would be bent on his good-natured face;
E MajorE
Ah! me, I remember it well.

Chorus:
A augmentedA             E MajorE
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
              B7B7
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E MajorE              A augmentedA      B7B7
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E MajorE        B7B7        E MajorE
Its absence he ne'er could have borne.

Instrumental:
E MajorE A augmentedA E MajorE B7B7 E MajorE A augmentedA E MajorE B7B7 E MajorE

Verse 3:
E MajorE                  A augmentedA     E MajorE
The high-backed, old arm-chair looks silent and lone;
             B7B7
His Bible is lying there still.
E MajorE               A augmentedA      E MajorE
For time laid the snows of old age on his head,
         B7B7      E MajorE
And bent the tall form to his will.
E MajorE              A augmentedA      E MajorE
A augmentedA niche in the corner still holds the old cane;
E MajorE              B7B7
The hand that caressed it is cold;
E MajorE              A augmentedA     BB
We laid him to rest, but, still, ever we keep
E MajorE        B7B7      E MajorE
The cane that is knotty and old.

Chorus:
A augmentedA            E MajorE
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
              BB
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E MajorE              A augmentedA      BB
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E MajorE        B7B7       E MajorE
Its absence he ne'er could have borne.

Outro:
E MajorE B7B7 E MajorE