This version is really for the Margo Bingham "Daughter Maitland" version from Boardwalk Empire.
That version actually has finger picking on the guitar, I can sort of play along but haven't quite nailed it
down yet, but it follows the chord pattern below.
If anyone knows the picking pattern and wants to share that would be awesome, and I'll gladly give credit where
credit is due.
For the best sound this should be played on a nylon stringed guitar.
A E A
I'm wild about my daddy. I want him all the time.
D A ^^
Wild about my daddy, I want him all the time.
E A **
But I don't want you, daddy, if I can't call you mine.
A D E Chord change^^ Chord change **
e|---0--2--0------0--2--0----------------000--222--222---------------------------------------------------|
B|---2--3--0------2--3--2----------------222--333--333---------------------------------------------------|
G|---2--2--1------2--2--2----------------222--222--222---------------------------------------------------|
D|---2--0--2------2--0--2----------------222--000--222---------------------------------------------------|
A|---0-----2------0-----0----------------000-------000---------------------------------------------------|
E|---------0---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A E A
Got the farewell blues-y, and my trunk is packed.
D A ^^
Got the farewell blues-y, and my trunk is packed,
E A **
But I don't want no daddy because that I ain't comin' back.
Oh, fare you well, daddy. Hon, it's your turn now.
Fare you well, daddy. Hon, it's your turn now.
After all I've done, you mistreated me anyhow.
Going through the wood-field feeling sad and blue.
Going through the wood-field feeling sad and blue.
Lord, up jumped a rabbit, said, "Mama, I've got 'em too."
Pig starts to singin'. Oh, how his voice could ring!
Pig starts to singin'. Oh, how his voice could ring!
He says, "I'm no yellow jacket, but Lord, how I can sting!"
Since my man left me, the others can't be found.
Since my man left me, others can't be found,
But before he left me, the other men was hangin' around
So fare you well, daddy. Someday you'll hear bad news.
So farewell, daddy. Someday you'll hear bad news.
When you look for your mama, she's gone with the farewell blues.
