This is how I play and it sounds good to me, please inform me of any improvements
that could be made, enjoy!
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Capo 3
Intro G C G D
[G]We'd see him in the distance on the tr[C]ail along the ri[D]m
His si[C]lver head agains[G]t the mountain sk[D]y
[G]And Grandmas face would open up when s[C]he saw that it was [Am]him
And sh[C]e'd say Daddy grab a [D]chair its Mordec[G]ai
[G]And it seemed to me he brought a country s[C]tore there on his ba[D]ck
As he [C]layed it all bef[G]ore us on the gr[D]ound
[G]And I knew he'd finally reach into tha[C]t ragged old back pa[Am]ck
For the [C]candy that he alwa[D]ys brought arou[G]nd
Chorus
[G]He Said
My [D]Papa was a wandering Jew and i[C]t's my fate to be one too
I'[G]ll roam these mountain trails until I [D]die
[D]Perhaps one day I'll see my home [C]and then he smiled and turned to go
[G]And we all said g[D]oodbye to Mordeca[G]i
One evening when he stayed with us I saw him at his prayers
As the last light trickled through the cabin door
And he stood before the little yellow candle burning there
Softly speaking words I'd never heard before
And I told him how my Grandma said it troubled her mind so
Such a fine man wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
He smiled and said "Tell Grandma if it pleases her to know
That She and I both pray to the God of Abraham"
Chorus
It's been so long now since I've left that hillside far behind
For a place I've never truly called my home
And more and more these days I see him walking in my mind
Through the misty mountain distance all alone
Mordecai was a wandering Jew, in my own way I am one too
I hope to make it home before I die
And if I should ever find my way I'll light a candle at his grave
And say one more goodbye to Mordecai
that could be made, enjoy!
http://www.joshwilliamsmusic.com/
Capo 3
Intro G C G D
[G]We'd see him in the distance on the tr[C]ail along the ri[D]m
His si[C]lver head agains[G]t the mountain sk[D]y
[G]And Grandmas face would open up when s[C]he saw that it was [Am]him
And sh[C]e'd say Daddy grab a [D]chair its Mordec[G]ai
[G]And it seemed to me he brought a country s[C]tore there on his ba[D]ck
As he [C]layed it all bef[G]ore us on the gr[D]ound
[G]And I knew he'd finally reach into tha[C]t ragged old back pa[Am]ck
For the [C]candy that he alwa[D]ys brought arou[G]nd
Chorus
[G]He Said
My [D]Papa was a wandering Jew and i[C]t's my fate to be one too
I'[G]ll roam these mountain trails until I [D]die
[D]Perhaps one day I'll see my home [C]and then he smiled and turned to go
[G]And we all said g[D]oodbye to Mordeca[G]i
One evening when he stayed with us I saw him at his prayers
As the last light trickled through the cabin door
And he stood before the little yellow candle burning there
Softly speaking words I'd never heard before
And I told him how my Grandma said it troubled her mind so
Such a fine man wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
He smiled and said "Tell Grandma if it pleases her to know
That She and I both pray to the God of Abraham"
Chorus
It's been so long now since I've left that hillside far behind
For a place I've never truly called my home
And more and more these days I see him walking in my mind
Through the misty mountain distance all alone
Mordecai was a wandering Jew, in my own way I am one too
I hope to make it home before I die
And if I should ever find my way I'll light a candle at his grave
And say one more goodbye to Mordecai
