The Old Hickory Cane chords by Traditional

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: E

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
E A E B7

Verse 1:
E                        A       E
How well I remember when I was a boy,
                              B7
We lived in the old-fashioned home;
E                             A                E
The chimney was deep, and the stone hearth was broad,
                  B7             E
The fire-dogs how brightly they shone.
E                              A      E
The spirit of mischief seemed ever in play;
E                              B7
We tried to keep still, but in vain;
E                      A              E
The signal for quiet I ne'er shall forget-
E                B7          E
The thump of the old hick'ry cane.

Chorus:
A                         E
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
                            B7
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E                           A           B7
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E               B7               E
Its absence he ne'er could have borne

Instrumental:
E A E B7 E A E B7 E

Verse 1:
E                          A             E
Twas pleasant when living far out on the farm;
                           B7
How welcome the old dinner-horn;
E                                A         E
The long winter evenings brought cider and fruit.
               B7            E
And popping of chestnuts and corn.
E                                A          E
We thought it a treat when, with hand on his cane.
E                         B7
Our father a story would tell;
E                             A            E
Each eye would be bent on his good-natured face;
E
Ah! me, I remember it well.

Chorus:
A                         E
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
                            B7
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E                           A            B7
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E               B7               E
Its absence he ne'er could have borne.

Instrumental:
E A E B7 E A E B7 E

Verse 3:
E                                    A         E
The high-backed, old arm-chair looks silent and lone;
                         B7
His Bible is lying there still.
E                              A           E
For time laid the snows of old age on his head,
                  B7           E
And bent the tall form to his will.
E                            A           E
A niche in the corner still holds the old cane;
E                            B7
The hand that caressed it is cold;
E                           A          B
We laid him to rest, but, still, ever we keep
E                B7           E
The cane that is knotty and old.

Chorus:
A                        E
The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
                            B
The cane that is knotty and worn;
E                           A           B
Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye
E               B7              E
Its absence he ne'er could have borne.

Outro:
E B7 E