œ œ. C‡ stealin', pretty. 0. 0. 1. 1. 3. 3. 3. 3. ‰ œ jœjœœ jœ œœœœ. F mama
doncha tell on. 1 ... She's a married woman comes to see me sometimes. (Chorus
) ...
Beginner’s Fingerpicking Guitar taught by Fred Sokolow
Tuning “String-to-String”
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1st string 2nd 3rd 4th 5th 6th
↑ ↑ ↑
↑
↑
E B G D A E
5
Chords for “STEALIN’”
C
C‡
F
G‡
BASIC FINGERPICKING PATTERN FOR “STEALIN”
j œj j j œj j F œ œ œ œ ‰ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ & C œ œ œ œ œ œ C
Ô
1
0 0
3 T
1
0 0
3
3 I
T
M
T
I
T
1
1 2
M
Note: Stems Up means pick with fingers; Stems Down means pick with thumb.
2
1 3
1 2
STEALIN’ C‡ F j œj œj œj j j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ œœ œbœ œ œ ‰œ œ œ œ œ œ & C œœ œ œ œ œ C
Put your arms around me like a circle ’round the sun,
Ô
0
1
0
1
0
3
1
0
3
lieve I’m sinkin’,
œj
3
1 3
1
1
2
3
1
‘
2
*Note: The ‘ sign means repeat the previous bar
‘
‘
You don’t be-lieve I love you, look at the fool I’ve been.
0
1
0
0
‘
look at the hole I’m in.
0
3
3
I wanna love you baby, like your easy rider done. You don’t be-
3
œj œj œ œj ‰ œ & œ œ œ œ
Ô
1
3
C
1
0
‘
‘
‘
0
‘
3
C‡ F j j j j j j j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ bœ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ & œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ C
Stealin’,
Ô
1
stealin’,
0
0
1
0
3
1
0
3
pretty mama doncha
0
1
3
3
0 3
1 3
3
tell
1 2
on
‘
me.
I’m
1
1
‘
2
3
G‡ C G‡ j j j j œj œj j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œœ ‰ œœ œœ ‰ œœ œœ & ‰œ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ C
stealin’
Ô
1 3
back
0
to
1
0 3
my
same old
0
0
0 3
used
1
to
0
0
be.
1
1
0 3
3
3
0
1
0 3
0
0
0 3
1
0
0 3
1 0
ALTERNATING BASS
j j j j j j G7 j j j F œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ ‰ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ & C œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ C
Ô
1 3
0
1
0
0
1
0
3
1
1
2
1
0
2
3
3
1 0
0 0
3
BASS RUNS C to F
& œ
Ô
0
C to G‡
œ
œ
2
3
œ
œ
2
0
G‡ to C
œ
3
œ
œ
œ
0
2
3
STEALIN’ 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) 4
1 0
STEALIN’ (WITH ALTERNATING BASS) C‡ F j œj œj œj j j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ ‰ œœ œbœ œœ œœœ œœ & C œœ œ œ œ œ œ C
The woman I love,
Ô
she’s so far away.
0
1
0
1
0
3
j œj j œ œ ‰ œ œ & œ œ œ œ lieve I’m sinkin’,
œj
3
1
1
2
You don’t be-
1
‘
2
3
‘
‘
You don’t be-lieve I love you, look what a fool I’ve been.
0
1
0
3
1
‘
look at the hole I’m in.
0
3
3
0
I see her every day.
3
C
Ô
1
3
3
1
0
1
0
The woman I hate,
‘
‘
‘
0
‘
3
C‡ F j j j j j j j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ bœ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ & œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ C
Stealin’,
Ô
1
stealin’,
0 0
3
0
1
1
0
pretty mama doncha
0 3
3
3
1
0 3
1 3
tell
1
1
2
on
‘
me.
I’m
1
‘
2
3
3
G‡ G‡ j œj œj C j œj œj j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œœ ‰ œœ œœ ‰ œœ œœ ‰ œœ œœ & ‰œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ C
stealin’
Ô
1 3
back to
0
1
0 3
my
same old
0
0
0
used
1 0
to
0 0
be.
1
1
0 3
3
5
0
1
0 3
0
0
0 3
1 0
0 0
1 0
STEALIN’ (WITH BASS RUNS AND ALTERNATING BASS)
& C
C‡ F j j j j j j j j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ bœ œ œ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
C
∑ Œ œ œ œ
Put your arms around me like a circle ’round the sun,
Ô 0
3
2
easy rider done.
1 3
2
2
3
0
2
0
0
1
0
j ‰ œ œ œ ˙ œ œ
3
1
0
‘
‘ j œj j œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ
back
0
G‡
œ to
my
‰ œ œ œ
0 2
0 3
0 0
3
6
1 0
œj ˙
2
3
used to
1
1
2
on
1 2
3
j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œœ œ œ etc.
be.
1
1
0 0
tell
C
œ œ
same old
1
F
pretty mama doncha
3
C
I’m stealin’
2
2
3
‘
0
3
1
1
You don’t be-lieve I love you, look what a
stealin’,
3
1
2
‘
C‡ j j j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ bœ œ ˙ œ œ œ œ œ
0
1
3
1
me.
œj
C
0
œj œ œj Ó & œ œ œ œ
Ô
3
3
1
0
1
0
3
1
3
look at the hole I’m in.
Stealin’,
0
1
3
0
0
1
3
j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
0
fool I’ve been.
3
0
C
1
2
0
1
3
1
œj œ œj ˙ & œ œ œ œ
Ô
0
You don’t be-lieve I’m sinkin’,
C
1
1
0
3
œj œ œj Ó & œ œ œ œ
Ô
0
1
I wanna love you baby, like your
2
3
0
1
0 3
0 0
WABASH CANNONBALL F j œj œj œ œj œ œj ˙ ‰ œœ œ œ œ œœœ œ œ
j œj œj œj œ ∑ ‰ œœ œœ & C ‘ Œ œ œ œ œ œ C
She came down from Birmingham␣ ␣ one cold
Ô
1 0
3
2
0
1
0
3
0
G‡
pulled
Ô
0
into
the
1 0
0 0
station,
‘
gal
from
1
Minne
0
1
0
3
-
sota,
‘
j œj j œj œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ & œ œ G‡
She’s
0
the
combi
1 0
0 0
-
nation
‘
œj œ œ
0
0
‘ 3
7
2
2
3
j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œœ œ œ “There’s␣ ␣ a
0
1
0
3
0 0
3
j œj j œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ
F
0 0
œ
1 0
2
œj Ó
3
1
1
2
1 2
3
j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œœ œ œ
C
œ œ
called␣ ␣ the␣ ␣ Wabash
1
1
1
and she’s tall.
3
3
2
she
C
0
Lord␣ ␣ she’s long
‘
3
1 0
1
2
1
œj œ œj ˙ œ œ œ œ
0 0
0
1
the people say:
3
œj œ œj œj œ œj œj & œ œ œ œ
3
0
‘
C
Ô
œ
1 0
0
œj Ó œ œ œ
you␣ ␣ could␣ ␣ hear all
3
Ô
œj œ
As
1
3
3
j œj j œj œ œ & ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ
0
1
‘
0
December day,
etc.
Cannon - ball.”
1
1
0 0
2
3
0
1
0 3
0 0
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 roar As 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.
BASS RUN
&
#
D‡ to G
œ
œ
œ
0
2
3
G
Ô
8
D‡
NINE POUND HAMMER j œj j œj j˙ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
œj œj œ œj ‰ œ œ œ œ œ
G
#
& C Ó This␣ ␣ ␣ old
hammer
Ô
0
killed
3
3
0
0
0
0
0
3
Ain’t
Ô
1
kill
0
2
0
0 0
3 0
0 0
0
3
kill
0
G
‘
2
œj œj œj œ œ œ œ œ œ œj
buddy,
3
0
‘
0
0
gonna
2
0
3
0
Œ œ
2
1
0
Roll␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ on,
3
0
0
0
0
3
j œj ˙ # œ œ & œ œ œ pull
your
0 3
3
3
3
Ô
0
3
me.
0
0
1
ain't
G œj œj œj œj # ‰ œ œ œ & œ œ œ
Ô
0
me,
0
3
0
1
j œj j D‡ j œ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
œ
2
0
Henry.
G
gonna
3
John
3
3
# œj œ œj ˙ & œ œ œ
C
load
j j j j j ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ˙ œ œ œ œ
C
œ of
coal.
3
How
1
0 0
2
0
1
0
3
3
9
0
1
0 3
can
œ I
0 0 2
0
G D‡ j j œj j œj j j jG œj œ œj ‰ œ œ # ‰ œ œ œ ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ & œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ pull
Ô
0
when the wheel won't
3 0 2
3
3
0 3
1 0
2 2
0
2
0
etc.
go?
2
1
‘
3 0
0 0
3
‘
0
3
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.
BASS RUNS
#3 & 4
G to C
D to G
œ
œ
œ
0
2
3
œ
œ
œ
0
2
3
Ô 10
D
WABASH CANNONBALL (WITH PINCHES)
j j œ œ œ œ Œ œ œ & C œ œ œ Oh,␣ ␣ the␣ ␣ eastern
states
3
Ô
are
0
dandy
so
œ the
0
3
New York
Chi - cago,
3
2
people
0
and
St.
3
‘
by
œj
hills
of
3
Ô
0
0 3
D
# & Œœ
sota
‘
0
can
2
be
3 0
taken
on
the
œ œ
2
œj ˙
11
fall,
3
No
0
0
1
0
G
Cannon
-
0
3
etc.
ball.
3
2
0
0 2
0
j j œ œ œ Œ œ œ œ œ œ
2
0
0
j j Œ œœ œ œ œ œ œ œ
œj œ œj Ó œ œ œ œ
0
3
0 3
3
3
the
C
œ œ
0
œj
œœ
From
3
waters
Wabash
‘
2
2
2
œ
0
3
‘
way.
2
0
œj
3
where the rippling
3
œ œj œ œj œ œ œ œ
2 0
-
œ
3
chances
Ô
Minne
‘
Œ œ
0
3
œ œ
2
0
G
3
G
the
0
j œj œ # œ œ œ œ & œ œ œ œ
2
0
1
0 0
3
From
0
0
Louis
2 2
say,
œj œ œj Ó œ œ œ œ
‘
j j Œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
C
œ œ
3
to
2
œ œ
œj ˙
eastern
‘
0
D œj œ # Œ œ œj œ œ & œ œ œ
0
‘
3
0
3
Ô
œj
G
#
3
3
3 0
“CALIFORNIA BLUES” PATTERN
&
####
j œ œ j ‰ n œ œ C œ œ œ œ œ œ E‡
0
Ô
1
2
2
0
E
0
3
1
0
E‡
A‡
12
B‡
CALIFORNIA BLUES E‡ j j #### C ‰ œ n œ œj œ œ œ œ œ & œ œ œ I␣ ␣ got␣ ␣ the␣ ␣ California
Blues
0
Ô
1
0
3
2
California
0 0
0
2
2
2 2
‘
‘
1
‘
Blues and␣ ␣ ␣ I’m sure␣ ␣ gonna␣ ␣ leave␣ ␣ you here.
‘
1
2
‘
3
‘
2 0
E‡
œj
I␣ ␣ ␣ ain’t
2 2
0
3
0
blinds,
0
I might
0
2 2
0
the
2
‘
j j j ‰a œ œ n œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
B‡
Ô
I got the
E‡
#### ‰ œ œ œj œ j œj œ œ & aœ œ œ œ ride
‘
0
A‡
0
‘
‘
2
# # # # ‰ œ œ œj œ œj œj nœ & œ œ œ œ
Ô
‘
and␣ ␣ ␣ I’m sure␣ ␣ gonna␣ ␣ leave␣ ␣ you here.
3
0
j œ
j j œ œ œœ n œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
‘
got␣ ␣ ␣ no␣ ␣ ␣ railroad
etc.
fare.
0
0
‘
1
‘
1
2
&
E‡ to A‡
œ
œ
0
2
0
E to B‡
nœ #œ
œ
œ
#œ
œ
0
0
1
2
BASS RUNS
Ô 3
13
4
3 2
0
####
0
3
CALIFORNIA BLUES (WITH BASS RUNS) E‡
&
œ n œ œj œ j j œ œ œ œ œ ‘ œ œ
#### ‰
Portland,
Maine
0
Ô
1
is
just
the same as sunny
Tennes - see.
0
3
2
0 2
0
‘
1
0
A‡
Portland,
0 0 0
Maine
2
0
‘
0
‘
1
2
2
Ô
2 2
1
I
2
0 2
4
hang
2
0 1
my
2 2
1
hat
0 2
0
place
3
0
3
1
3
2
0
0
1
E‡
‰ œ œ n œ œj œ œj œ œ œ œ
is home sweet home to me.
2
0
1
0
B‡
old
2
‰a œ œ n œ œj œ œj œ œ œ n œ Ó œ œ œ œ #œ œ œ œ
œj ‘
# # # # ‰ œ œ œj œ j œ œ œ œ œj œ œj œj œ œ & ‘ œ aœ œ œ œ œ œ œ Any
0
is just the same as sunny Tennes - see.
2
0
0
E‡
0
2
0
‘
0
# # # # œ œ œ œj œ j j & nœ œ œ ‘ nœ œ œ œ
Ô
œ œj œj œ œj j œ œ nœ #œ œ
œj ‘
0 1
2
2
‘
1 0
14
0
3
2
2 0
1
CALIFORNIA BLUES 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.
&
####
E to A
œ
œ
2
4
œ
BASS RUN
Ô
15
0
NINE POUND HAMMER (WITH BASS RUNS)
&
####
E
œj œ œj .. œ œ œ
œ œ
C Œ œ
I’m
goin’
0
Ô
on␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ the
0
0
2
A
#### Œ & œ
..
‘
0
2
2 0
2
2
0
never the
comin’ can I
0
4
0
0
1
2
0
0
0
2
0
2 2
Roll␣ on,
0
0
0
2
1
1
j j j j j j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ .. œ œ œ œ œ œ
œ œ
comin’ back. wheel won’t go?
2
#œ
back, pull
0
2
2
0
B‡ j j j E # # œ œ œ œ Œ & ## ‰ œ œ œ œ œ œ
2
2
j j j j j jEj j œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ ˙ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ œ
0
0
2 0
never How
when
0
0
0
œœ
Ô
œ
for␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ to see my pull your load␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ ␣ of
mountain buddy,
baby, coal.
Ô
‘
2
0
œj œ œj ˙ œ œ œ
2
0
0
16
0
0 2 0
0
0 2 0
..
D
# Œ & #c œ “SLOOP JOHN B.” PATTERN
Ô
j œ œ œj œ œ œ œ œ
2 0
2
2
3 0
2
3
JOHN B. SAILS We come on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam. Drinkin’ all night, got into a fight. I feel so break-up, I wanna go home. Chorus: So hoist up the John B. sails, see how the main sail sets, Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. Let me go home. I want to go home. I feel so break-up, I wanna go home. The first mate he got drunk, broke up the people’s trunk, Constable had to come and take him away. Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone. I feel so break-up, I wanna go home. The poor cook he got the fits, threw away all of my grits, Then he took and he ate up all of my corn. Let me go home, I wanna go home, This is the worst trip I ever been on.
17
SLOOP JOHN B. &
##
j œ œ œ œj œ œ œ œ œ
D
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ST. JAMES INFIRMARY It was down in old Joe’s barroom on the corner by the square. The drinks were served as usual and the usual crowd was there. On my left stood big Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red. He took a look at the crowd around him, these are the words he said. 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. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be. She may search this wide world over, never find another man like me. When I die, please bury me in my hightop Stetson hat. Put a $20 gold piece on my watchchain so the boys’ll know I died standing pat. And now that you’ve heard my story, I’ll take another shot of booze. If anyone should happen to ask you, I’ve got the gambler’s blues.
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