Older N Wizer chords by Gino Vannelli

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: C

Difficulty: Advanced

OLDER N' WIZER


transcription and chart
Peter Kruger
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Capo first fret to play along with rrecording

^  ^  ^       ^  ^  ^        ^  ^  ^       ^  ^  ^
C  F  C7      C  F  C7       C  F  C7      C  F  C7

^  ^  ^       ^  ^  ^        ^  ^  ^    ^    ^     ^
C  F  C7      C  F  C7       C  F C7   D7/A Fm6/Ab C

    C    F  C7
Mmm  once I was a gamblin man
C7  F      Eb      Bb/F C
But now my gamblin days are
  C  F  C7         C  F  C7
 done
       C7  F C7
Mmmm  once I was one lovesick cowboy
      F    C    Ab   Bb
Might say  I've hol  stered my
C  F  C7         C  F  C7
gun
        C7
And the world is a whole lot safer
        D7
Since I walk the line
Fadd9/G          Bb6/9   B6/9
       In me you see   a penitent

C6  F   C7        C  F  C7
man
                      F  C
No you won't catch me in no cathouse
               D7   G      D7
Dancin 'in the buff with a bottle of moonshine
Fadd9/G           Bb6/9   B6/9
       Leastways  that's  the
C6  F   C7        C  F  C7
plan


            F9               F9 Bb F
Because I'm older and wizer
F9 Bb F9
    I ain't the fool I used to

C  F  C7       C  F  C7
be
        F7                     F9 Bb F
And the way things are shapin
Eb             Bb/D           F7
   They're gonna make a saint out of

  C   F  C7      C  F  C7
 me
        F9                Ab7+9   F  Bb
No more tearin up the highway
Ab7+9      G7+9
Stoned out of my

C   F   C7        C   F  C7
head           out of my head
   G7                             G  C  G7
So near I am to a righteous man
   Ab9                                    Ab7 A+5 Ab7
So straight and narrow and spic and span
         C9-5   B9-5  Bb9-5    Dm7/G
That the next  best   thing is dead

C   F   C7        C  F  C7           C    Dm7   C/E   G7
dead                        whoa the next best  thing is
  C   F   C7
dead


C7                                 Bb C7
Once i was thrown in a county jail
                         Bb  C7        Bb C7
I gave it up to the Lord a  bove       Uh huh
Bb        C7                             Bb  C
When some big bad dude of six feet eight
                         Bb  C7                Bb        C7
Got hell bent on brother ly  love      uh huh  brotherly love

     D7/C
So I hawked the Mustang Shelby
      D7         C/E     D7/F#
And a backseat   full of bongs
Fadd9/G            Bb6/9    B6/9
        Sweet Jesus, I  have    been re-
C6   F   C7        C  F  C7
deemed        yeh

               C7          F C7
Sure you might catch me in some juke joint
       D7            C/E       D7/F#
Raisin cane till the crack of dawn
    F/A      Bb6/9  B6/9
But on  ly   in     my

C   F   C7        C  F  C7
dreams

            F9                  F9 Bb F9
Because I'm older and wizer
      Bb        F9
    I ain't the fool I used to
C   F   C7         C  F  C7
be          uh huh
            F7               F7  Bb  F9
And now the way things are shapin
Eb               Bb/D
   They're gonna make a saint out of
 C   F   C7        C  F  C7
 me
         F9                   F  Eb
No more tearin up the highway
Ab7+9      G7+9
Stoned out of my
C7   F   C7                 C  F  C7
head          out of mt head
   G9                           G7  C  G7
So near I am to a righteous man
       Ab7                                      Ab7 A+5 Ab7
Just a hoop and a holler from the Promised land
         C    B+5  Bb+5   G7
That the next best thing  is
C   F   C7        C  F  C7
dead
           C    Dm7  C/G   G7   C    F7/A   Ab7   C7
OH ya, the next best thing is   dea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ead.