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Beginner’s Fingerpicking Guitar taught by Fred Sokolow
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Beginner’sFingerpickingGuitartaught byFred Sokolow
2
Chords for “STEALIN’”
EBGDAE
1st string2nd3rd4th5th6th`̀̀` `↑
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5
Tuning “String-to-String”
BASIC FINGERPICKING PATTERN FOR “STEALIN”
C C‡ F G‡
&C
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T I T M T I T M
0 01 1
0 0
3 3
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F
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1 11 1
2 23 3
Note: Stems Up means pick with fingers; Stems Down means pick with thumb.
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STEALIN’
&C
ÔPut your arms around me like a circle ’round the sun,
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0 0
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0 01 1
3 3
3 3
I wanna love you baby, like your easy rider done.
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1 11 1
2 23 3 ‘
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You don’t be-
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Ôlieve I’m sinkin’, look at the hole I’m in.
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C
0 01 1
0 0
3 3‘
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You don’t be-lieve I love you, look at the fool I’ve been.
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Stealin’,
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0 0
3 3
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stealin’, pretty
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3 3
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mama doncha tell on
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me. I’m
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stealin’ back to my
0 01 1
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3 3
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same old used to
1 10 0
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3 3
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be.
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0 0
3 3
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G‡
1 10 0
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3 3
*Note: The ‘ sign means repeat the previous bar
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ALTERNATING BASS
BASS RUNS
STEALIN’
&C
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C
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0 01 1
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‰œ
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2 23
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1 10 0
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C to F
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0 2 3
C to G‡
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2 03
G‡ to C
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0 2 3
Put your arms around me like a circle ’round the sun,I want to love you baby, like your easy rider done.
Chorus:You don’t believe I love you, look what a fool I’ve been.You don’t believe I’m sinkin’, look at the hole I’m in.Stealin’, stealin’, pretty mama doncha tell on me.I’m stealin’ back to my same old used to be.
Woman I love she’s so far away,Woman I hate, I see her most every day. (Chorus)
Woman I love she’s about my size,She’s a married woman comes to see me sometimes. (Chorus)
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STEALIN’(WITH ALTERNATING BASS)
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ÔThe woman I love, she’s so far away.
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0 0
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The woman I hate,
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C‡
0 01 1
3 3
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I see her every day.
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F
1 11 1
2 23
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You don’t be-
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Ôlieve I’m sinkin’, look at the hole I’m in.
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You don’t be-lieve I love you, look what a fool I’ve been.
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Stealin’,
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stealin’, pretty
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mama doncha tell on
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me. I’m
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stealin’ back to my
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Put your arms around me like a circle ’round the sun,
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I wanna love you baby, like your
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Ôeasy rider done.
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You don’t be-lieve I’m sinkin’, look at the hole I’m in.
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You don’t be-lieve I love you, look what a
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Ôfool I’ve been.
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stealin’, pretty
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mama doncha tell on
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stealin’ back to my
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STEALIN’(WITH BASS RUNS AND ALTERNATING BASS)
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WABASH CANNONBALL
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She came down from
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Birmingham␣ ␣ one
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cold December
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day, As she
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pulled into the station,
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you␣ ␣ could␣ ␣ hear all the people
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WABASH CANNONBALL
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day,As she pulled into the station, you could hear all the people say:“There’s a gal from Minnesota, she’s long and she’s tall.She’s the combination called the Wabash Cannonball.”
Chorus:Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roarAs she glides along the southland, through hills and by the shore.Hear the mighty rush of engines, hear the lonesome hoboes call,Travelin’ through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
Oh, the Eastern states are dandy so the Western people say,From New York to Chicago, St. Louis by the way.From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
Here’s to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand,And may he be remembered in the courts throughout our land.When his earthly race is over and the curtain ’round him falls,We’ll carry him on to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
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D‡ to G
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0 2 3
BASS RUN
G D‡
9
NINE POUND HAMMER
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This␣ ␣ ␣ old
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killed John
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Henry.
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Roll␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ on,
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buddy,
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pull your load of
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coal.
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NINE POUND HAMMER
The nine pound hammer is a little too heavy, for my size, buddy for my size.
Chorus:Roll on, buddy, doncha roll so slow. How can I roll when the wheel won’t go?
This old hammer, it killed John Henry,ain’t gonna kill me, ain’t gonna kill me.
Chorus:Roll on, buddy, pull your load of coal. How can I pull when the wheel won’t go?
There ain’t no hammer in this tunnel that can ring like mine, that can ring like mine.
Rings like silver and it shines like gold. Rings like silver and it shines like gold.
I’m goin’ on the mountain for to see my baby, never comin’ back, never comin’ back.
It’s a long way to Harlan and a long way to Hazard to get a little brew, little home brew.
&
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when the wheel won't
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BASS RUNS
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D to G
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WABASH CANNONBALL(WITH PINCHES)
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dandy so the
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hills of Minne -
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“CALIFORNIA BLUES” PATTERN
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CALIFORNIA BLUES
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I␣ ␣ got␣ ␣ the␣ ␣ California Blues and␣ ␣ ␣ I’m
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sure␣ ␣ gonna␣ ␣ leave␣ ␣ you
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sure␣ ␣ gonna␣ ␣ leave␣ ␣ you
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here.
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ride the blinds,
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fare.etc.
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BASS RUNS
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CALIFORNIA BLUES(WITH BASS RUNS)
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BASS RUN
I’m goin’ to California where they sleep out every night.(Repeat)
I’m leavin’ you sweet mama, ’cause you just don’t treat me right.
Chorus:I got the California Blues and I’m sure gonna leave you here.(Repeat)I might ride the blinds, I ain’t got no railroad fare.
Let me tell you something, mama, that you don’t know.(Repeat)
I’m a do-right papa, got a home everywhere I go.
Listen to me mama, sing this lonesome song.(Repeat)
You got me worried now, but I won’t be worried long.
CALIFORNIA BLUES
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NINE POUND HAMMER(WITH BASS RUNS)
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mountainbuddy,
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I went down to St. James Infirmary, I saw my baby there.Stretched out on a long white table, so still, so cold, so fair.
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There is a house in New Orleans that they call the Rising Sun.It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl and Lord I know I’m one.
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Go tell my baby sister not to do like I have done,But to shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
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See them tumbling down,pledging their love to the ground.Lonely but free I’ll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
Cares of the past are behind,nowhere to go but I’ll findJust where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
I know when night is gone,that a new day is born at dawn.
I’ll keep rolling along.Deep in my heart is a song.Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
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