Playing With Toothpicks In A Jar Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]It's time for the Carter sister[A]s,
[G]Mother May[C]bell,
Chet Atkins and his fam[A]ous guitar.
Put [F#]on that smile and don't
wear a frown.
[B]We're gonna scatter some
sunshine around.
[E]If you don't believe,
we'll chase away those tears.
[A]here![F#]
[B][D][A]
[B][E][A]
Well, folks,
here's a female full of [G]fun, frolic,
and [B]fast flip[G]pancy, [A]June Carter[G].
Well, great day, Jewel.
Thank you a lot.
All them fine words you was
a sayin' there,
don't know whether it's good or
bad, but it sounded good.
Wanted to say howdy to you folks, though.
I want you to kind of stay around
and listen [C]to us for a little bit.
There's a tune called
[G]He Made [Dm]Toothpicks of the
[G]Timber of My Heart,
and he sure did.
Chester and Helen and Anita and me,
I reckon all of us will sing it
if we can [Dm]ever get [G]started.[C]
For a backswood gal was she,
and for [F]chopping down a [Dm]tree,
I was [G]handy with an axe and I was [C]smart.
But I should have passed you by
when you [F]waved and hollered.
[Dm]You made t[G]oothpicks out
of the timber of my [C]heart
When you promised to be mine,
I cut [F]ninety logs of [Dm]pine
For our [G]cabin in Ireland, [C]worlds apart
All my dreams were heaven bound,
till you [F]tore that cabin down
[Dm]You made tooth[G]picks out
of the timber of my [C]heart
He made toothpicks out
of the timber of her [G]heart
He made toothpicks out
of the timber of her [C]heart
Like a bussaw rips a pole,
he made [F]sawdust of my [Dm]soul,
he made [G]toothpicks of
the timber of my [C]heart.
He was [F]tall and he was limber,
and for timber he was fine,
but his [C]lips were poison
oak and turpen[G]tine.
He was [C]seasoned, I was green,
yes, my [F]darling lumber [Dm]king,
twined me [G]round his finger
like a clingin' [C]vine.
Now I hang around the shack,
just a [F]lonesome lumberjack[Dm].
I might [G]have known
your heart was wooden from the [C]start.
you snatched away your charms,
there were [F]splinters in my [Dm]arm s.
You made [G]toothpicks out
of the timber of my [C]heart.
He made toothpicks out
of the timber of her [G]heart.
He made toothpicks out
of the timber of [C]her heart.
When I wrote you down the hill,
and I [F]run you through the [Dm]mill,
you meant [G]to fix all the timber of my [C]heart.
You meant [Dm]to fix all the [G]timber of my [C]heart.
Say, June, what's this I hear about
you fighting with Anita yesterday?
Yes, sir, we was a -fightin'.
She was eatin' crackers,
makin' so much noise
I couldn't hear a thing that
was a -goin' on.
You couldn't?
No, sir, I was a -tryin' to
listen to the radio.
There was a feller talkin'.
He had somethin' real important to say.
Like this, I reckon.