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Capo III
Intro: (play the chords from the first verse one time through)
(C)Mercy my (F)daddy like to (G)roll them (C)bones
CHORUS
(C)How will I (F)find her in the (G)trackless (C)night
CHORUS
(Fmaj7)One is for all the world in a (G)bright rainbow
(C)High is the (Am7)mountain
GAS STATION GIRL
Intro: (D)(A)(D)(A)
(D)She ain't no (A)senator's (D)daughter
I (D)met her out (A)west pumpin (D)diesel
So (G)take all your (A)debutant (D)princesses fair
(D)Out on the (A)Michigan (D)freeway
(G)Midnight through (A)Kansas I (D)whispered her name
(D)Somebody (A)send me a (D)tail wind
(G)Lord blow me (A)westbound down (D)old '66
RED
If you're wondering, I've been advised that "o.g" in the phrase "o.g. wannabes" stands for "original gangsta."
Am/C: x32210
Intro: (Dm)(Am/C) (Bb)(Asus4)(A) . . . (Dm)(Am/C) (Bb)(Asus4)(A)
(Dm)My love is like a (Am/C)red red rose
'Cause (Dm*)she is the daughter of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
(Dm)Sweet Maria, she's a (Am/C)pretty little nine
'Cause (Dm*)we are the children of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
(Dm)Ophelia is drowneded in the (Am/C)cold cold flood
'Cause (Dm*)we are the children of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
RED (easy version)
Since Dave's chords to "Red" may be a little challenging to some folks, I've also transcribed this easy version that will sound correct
when played along with the CD, which is fun to play, but which just isn't the way Dave actually played it. It's close enough, though, that
it's the transcription that Darryl Purpose uses when he plays the song.
Capo V
D/F#: 200230
Intro: (Am)(Em)(Fmaj7)(E7sus)(E7) . . . (Am)(Em)(Fmaj7)(E7sus)(E7)
(Am)My love is like a (Em)red red rose
'Cause (Am)she is the daughter of the (Fmaj7))Joshua Tree
(Am)Sweet Maria, she's a (Em)pretty little nine
'Cause (Am)we are the children of the (Fmaj7)Joshua Tree
(Am)Ophelia is drowneded in the (Em)cold cold flood
'Cause (Am)we are the children of the (Fmaj7)Joshua Tree
THE PROMISED LAND
Capo V
Intro: (Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C)(G)(C)
(Am)Brother and (C)sister, (Am)mama and (C)pa
(F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(F)(Am)(G)(C)
(Am)Friday (C)evening when the (Am)sun go (C)down
'Cause (F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(F)(Am)(G)(C)
(Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (Dm)(Am)(G)(C)
(Am)People say, "Son you gonna (Em)come to harm
And (Am)I don't (C)know, but (Am)I've been (C)told
'Cause (F)they just (C)doin what (G)they do (C)best
(F)(Am)(G)(C) . . . (F)(Am)(G)(C)
(Am)One fine (C)morning when my (Am)ship come (C)in
'Cause (F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(C)(Am)(G)(C)
HEY TONYA
(G)Jack be (D)nimble, (A)jump and (D)spin
(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, the (D)hour is (A)over (Bm)due
(G)They (D)surround you with their (A)silver bullet (D)tongues
(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, if you (D)called me (A)I would (Bm)come
(G)Now the winner's (D)circle makes the (A)rules in (D)court
(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, I've got (D)nothing (A)up my (Bm)smile
LONG, BLACK ROAD INTO TULSA TOWN
Capo II (on "Snake Handlin' Man")
Intro: (D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)
(D)I got a (A)world of trouble in (Em)mind, the pilgrim (Bm)said
(Bm)States of (D)misery
(D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)
(D)Well I gotta (A)roll them tumblin' (Em)dice again, he (Bm)sighed
(Bm)States of (D)misery
(D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)
(D)One dreamer got a (A)job someplace, they say he (Em)got his life on (Bm)track
(Bm)States of (D)misery
TEXAS UNDERGROUND
Here's one from Snake Handlin' Man that Dave & Tracy did in many of their live shows.
Dave said that it's one of those songs that you pretty much have to be from Texas to write, and that
it's from the genre of songs which states that if you party a little too hard in this life, make a little too
much noise or get into a little too much trouble, that when you die, you will go to Texas.
Playing tip: For the C/G chord in the verses (332010), pluck back and forth between the 5th
and 6th strings on the beat.
Also, in the choruses, for all of the G chords except the one in the last line, play it as a 320xxx
half-chord.
Intro: (C/G)
One Sunday morning I was sleeping on the sofa
(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
Well (C/G)he took me over to Hell's rodeo
(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
Well (C/G)in a little while they opened up the gate
(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
Well (C/G)down come a shipment of used-car salesmen
(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
GUN-METAL EYES
Capo II
His (D)mama was Cherokee princess, or so it was (G)said
Run with the (G)wolf, fly like the (A)dove
Well he (D)grew up in the washes and the rushes and the rain and the (G)wind
CHORUS
It was (D)one misty morning when he heard the big bulldozers (G)groan
CHORUS
"Get on (D)home," cried the owner, "Cause I own the deed to this (G)land
CHORUS
Now (D)some say he died in the fightin and was buried that (G)day
Run with the (G)wolf, fly like the (A)dove
SARAH TURN 'ROUND
Capo III
Intro: (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)
Miss (D)Sarah's a (G/B)dancer
She was (D)barefoot and (G/B)pigtails
Sarah turn (A)'round
I'm a (D)coward for (G/B)leavin
Sarah turn (A)'round
(D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)
They will (D)tell you it's (G/B)gospel
Sarah turn (A)'round
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Son, don't you (F)wander through this (G)world a(Am)lone
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
(C)High is the (Am7)mountain
(F)Deep is the (C)sea
(C)Green is the (Am7)valley where she (G)waits for me
(C)Wild, wild (Am)river (F)run to my (C)hand
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Follow the (F)dipper to the (G)mornin (Am)light
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
(Fmaj7)Two for the sky above and the (G)earth below
(C)Three for the (F)seeker on the (G)desert (C)plain
(F)Four for the (G)flower in his (C)hand
Five is for (F)pleasure and (G)six for (Am)pain
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
(F)Deep is the (C)sea
(C)Green is the (Am7)valley where she (G)waits for me
(C)Wild, wild (Am)river (F)run to my (C)hand
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Hey, (F)seven is the (C)number
(G)Seven is the (Am)number
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
She ain't no Tennessee (A)belle
And (D)I ain't no (D7)one but a (G)lone drifter (D)runnin
The road down to (A)Playa Mi(D)guel (A)
In a town where the sand meets the (A)sea
She was (D)leather and (D7)snaps and an (G)old baseball cap
(D)She stole the (A)wild heart from (D)me
(G)Splendid in (D)diamonds and (A)pearls
I'd (D)trade 'em all (A)in for a (D)kiss on the (G)wind
From the (D)lips of a (A)gas station (D)girl (A)
Workin a steady job (A)there
I was (D)pulling a (D7)car lot from (G)Detroit to (D)Charlotte
I guess I just (A)lost her some(D)where
(G)Spun in a (D)dust-devil's (A)whirl
(D)No one re(A)plied but the (D)moon in my (G)eyes
Cryin' (D)tears for the (A)gas station (D)girl (A)
Get me as far as L(A)A
With some (D)lines I could (D7)use from a(G)honky-tonk (D)blues
To keep me from (A)slipping a(D)way
(G)Out past the (D)end of the (A)world
On a (D)highway that (A)runs through the (D)heart of the (G)sun
To the (D)door of the (A)gas station (D)girl
Bb: x10333
C9: x32033
Asus4: x02230
Gm: xx5333
Dm*: xx7760 (Am position at the sixth fret)
Bb*: x88760 (Fmaj7 position at the sixth fret)
(Bb)Snake on her shoulder and a (C9)ring in her nose
(Dm)Sleepin it off in her (Am/C)swaddlin' clothes
(Bb)Innocent as she (Asus4)lies(A)
(Dm)I don't know where (C)she come from
(Gm)Hangin with dealers and (Dm)slicked-back scum
(Gm)Dreamin of a summer that (Dm)never comes
And (C)waitin for me to (Bb)die (C9)
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g. (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)fields are fallow
(C)Soul needs savin, but I'm (G)too damned shallow
(Bb)Kicks like a mule but she (C9)barks just fine
(Dm)I ain't cleaned her in a (Am/C)mighty long time
(Bb)Takin her out to(Asus4)night (A)
(Dm)Dip her in a bucket of (C)kerosene
(Gm)Mister Rogers on my (Dm)TV screen
(Gm)Friendliest sucker I've (Dm)ever seen
We are (C)precious in his (Bb)sight (C9)
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g. (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)fields are barren
(C)Roof needs fixin, but I'm (G)way past carin
A (Bb)thorn by any other (C9)name draws blood
(Dm)Deep red drops on a (Am/C)scarlet bud
(Bb)Daddy, we comin (Asus4)home (A)
(Dm)We don't know where (C)home lies now
But (Gm)we'll turn up there (Dm)some damned how
(Gm)Drawn to the barn and the (Dm)busted plow
And the (C)graves all over(Bb)grown (C9)
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)field's been trampled
(C)You can't reason with a (G)soul in shambles
Fmaj7: x33010
E7sus: 020200
E7: 020100
(Fmaj7)Snake on her shoulder and a (G)ring in her nose
(Am)Sleepin it off in her (Em)swaddling clothes
(Fmaj7)Innocent as she (E7sus)lies(E7)
(Am)I don't know where (G)she come from
(Dm)Hangin with dealers and (Am)slicked-back scum
(Dm)Dreamin of a summer that (Am)never comes
And (G)waitin for me to (Fmaj7)die (G)
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g. (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)fields are fallow
(G)Soul needs savin, but I'm (D/F#)too damned shallow
(Fmaj7)Kicks like a mule but she (G)barks just fine
(Am)I ain't cleaned her in a (Em)mighty long time
(Fmaj7)Takin her out to(E7sus)night (E7)
(Am)Dip her in a bucket of (G)kerosene
(Dm)Mister Rogers on my (Am)TV screen
(Dm)Friendliest sucker I've (Am)ever seen
We are (G)precious in his (Fmaj7)sight (G)
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g. (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)fields are barren
(G)Roof needs fixin, but I'm (D/F#)way past carin
A (Fmaj7)thorn by any other (G)name draws blood
(Am)Deep red drops on a (Em)scarlet bud
(Fmaj7)Daddy, we comin (E7sus)home (E7)
(Am)We don't know where (G)home lies now
But (Dm)we'll turn up there (Am)some damned how
(Dm)Drawn to the barn and the (Am)busted plow
And the (G)graves all over(Fmaj7)grown (G)
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)field's been trampled
(G)You can't reason with a (D/F#)soul in shambles
(Dm)Livin in a (Am)trailer in (G)Arkan(C)sas
(Am)When you comin (C)home son, well, (Am)I don't (C)know
(F)Still got a (C)couple of wild (G)oats to (C)sow
(Am)Livin out the (Em)legend of the (Dm)Golden (G)West
(Am)Flyin like an (G)eagle, (C)walkin like a (Em)man
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
It's a (Dm)five-star (Am)party in a (G)one-bar (C)town
(Am)Dawn come (C)early but (Am)that's all (C)right
We can (F)get a head (C)start on (G)Saturday (C)night
(Am)Runnin with the (Em)devil and the (Dm)dispos(G)sessed
(Am)Waitin on a (G)mission, (C)tryin to make a (Em)plan
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
(Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (F)(C)(G)(C)
(Dm)Better fly right, better (G)stay down on the farm"
But there (Am)ain't no farm left to (Em)stay down on
And (F)all my reasons for (G)stayin are gone
(Dm)Yankee poli(Am)tician ain't (G)got no (C)soul
(Am)My mama (C)said it and I be(Am)lieve it's (C)true
(F)They don't give a (C)damn about (G)me and (C)you
(Am)Workin for the (Em)rich and (Dm)stealin from the (G)rest
So (Am)put me on a (G)highway, (C)catch me if you (Em)can
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
Gonna (Dm)pack my (Am)fortune, take it (G)home a(C)gain
(Am)Stack my (C)sorrows like (Am)stones un(C)til
I've (F)built me a (C)mansion on a (G)high, high (C)hill
(Am)Settin up my (Em)table in the (Dm)wilder(G)ness
(Am)Swimmin in the (G)river, (C)dancin in the (Em)sand
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised . . . (C)land (Am)(C)(Am)
(G)Jack's a little (F#m)hard to handle, but he (Em)plays to (Asus)win (A)
Now the (G)sheep's in the (D)meadow, but the (F#)kids are sleepin (Bm)
(G)And Little Bo (F#m)Peep, she don't (Em)know the compa(G)ny you're (A)keepin
For the (G)hunter's (G/F#)moon in (Em)you to come (Asus)out and shine (A)
(G)Hey, (Bm)Tonya, I would (D)not take (A)you to (Bm)task
For the (G)wolf (G/F#)behind the (Em)mask, she's a (Asus)friend of mine (A) anytime
(G)You can't find a (F#m)way to face them and there's (Em)no place to (Asus)run (A)
(G)And the queen of (D)hearts, hold up in (F#)London (Bm)Tower
(G)Come thunderin (F#m)down and (Em)Big Ben chimes the (G)midnight (A)hour
We would (G)make the (G/F#)peasants (Em)run, we'd light (Asus)up the sky (A)
(G)Hey (Bm)Tonya, they got (D)nothing (A)left to (Bm)steal
But if they (G)chained you (G/F#)to the (Em)wheel, you would (Asus)pine and die (A)
So would (G)I
(G)We get our spin on the (F#m)wheel of fortune but we (Em)always come up (Asus)short (A)
(G)So we play the (D)game as long as (F#)we are (Bm)able
(G)Cause Heaven's for the (F#m)blessed and the (Em)rest is just a (G)young girl's (A)fable
And I've (G)been a (G/F#)good long (Em)while, up (Asus)against this wall (A)
(G)Hey (Bm)Tonya, fame is (D)only (A)for a (Bm)day
And we (G)all have (G/F#)feet of (Em)clay, even (Asus)angels fall (A)
After (G)all (D)(A)(D)
Capo III (on "Seven is the Number")
(G)Need something to (D)believe in, or (C)someone to (G)be
(D)I got a (A)mountain of worries just (Em)piling up inside my (Bm)head
(G)It's a curse of the (D)worst kind for a (C)dreamer like (A)me
(G)So he climbed (A)up alone on the (F#)Turkey Mountain (Bm)Ridge
(G)He looked out at the (D)people on the (A)plain
(G)And he saw (A)God that night in the (F#)sleepy river and the (Bm)city lights
(G)But he felt like a (D)loser just the (A)same
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town
(G)Leave it up to good (D)fortune and the (C)draw and the (G)deal
(D)I gotta (A)put my life out on the (Em)table and just let it (Bm)ride
(G)Slip away from these (D)hounds of love that (C)nip at my (A)heels
(G)But over on the (A)back porch in the (F#)early mornin' (Bm)rain
Sits a (G)girl with a (D)mirror in her (A)smile
(G)Insubstantial as the (A)summer breeze as it (F#)disappears in(Bm)to the trees
(G)But she holds his (D)eye for a little (A)while
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town
(D)(A)(Em) . . . (G)(Asus4)(A)
(G)One dreamer got (D)married, they say he (C)sleeps in the (G)sun
(D)One dreamer got (A)strung out young, and he (Em)never really did bounce (Bm)back
(G)One dreamer got a (D)second chance, and (C)others got (A)none
(G)This dreamer's sittin on a (A)park bench in a (F#)city far a(Bm)way
And he (G)tells you the (D)stories of his (A)youth
(G)Forcin' a laugh and (A)makin' a joke outta (F#)being lonesome and (Bm)silly and broke
(G)But he still makes (D)room for a little (A)truth
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town
(A)Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa
Into Tulsa (D)town (D/C#)(Bm)(Bm/A)(G)(A)(D)
Had me a crazy (G7)dream
I met the Devil in broad daylight
Just outta Abilene(C/G)
He took me down a hole where the lost souls go
Looked around and what did I (F)see?
But millionaires and (C)prickly (A7)pears
(D7)This is what he (G)said to (C)me (G)
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Smokin little (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)We like to have a little (G)fun
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)lady in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, son
Hoppin in his hob-nail (G7)boots
A hundred and nine cowpunchers in a line
Widow-makers waiting in the (C/G)chutes
The rodeo clown had a scorpion's tail
Appeared in a puff of (F)smoke
Armadillo ears and (C)horns like a (A7)steer
(D7)These are the (G)words he (C)spoke (G)
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Red-hot (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)Mister, they're the real Mc(G)Coy
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)lady in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, boy
And who do you think walked (G7)in?
The prettiest lady that I ever did see
Wearing nothing but a (C/G)grin
Well they gave her a vest and a red satin dress
Matching boots and silver (F)spurs
She walked by and she (C)looked me in the (A7)eye
(D7)This is what I (G)said to (C)her (G)
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Smokin' little (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)Ready for all all night (G)jam
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)feller in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, m'am
Smilin' like rattle(G7)snakes
Every politician in the whole damn country
Claimin there was some (C/G)mistake
Lawyers and thieves and state police
And gentlemen of the (F)press
Cons and flunkies, (C)slackers, (A7)junkies
(D7)Agents of the (G)I.R.(C)S. (G)
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Plenty of (C/B)country (Am)singers a(F)round
(D7)Bound to have ourselves a (G)ball
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)Devil in a (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, y'all
Hey, (C)dance with the (C/B)Devil in a (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(D7)Welcome to (G)Texas, y'all (C)
And his (A)daddy was a Seminole rebel with a price on his (D)head
And the other kids teased him, but I never did see him to (G)cry
Man, there was (A)some kind of righteous in the steel of his gun-metal (D)eyes
Mother be(D)low, Father a(G)bove
Weep with the (Em)earth, sing to the (A)sky
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes
And the (A)creatures of the forest and fields were his only real (D)friends
And the lily of the valley and the nettle of the plains taught him (G)well
And the (A)new moon shone on him as he wandered through the gully and the (D)dell
And the (A)chainsaws and the fellin of trees and the breakin' of (D)stone
And the bossman knew better, but he had an empire to (G)raise
And one (A)lone man before him with a rifle and doom on his (D)face
And I (A)ain't got no time to be fooling with no wild Injun (D)man."
And he gathered his strong boys around him and he called his po(G)lice
But there was (A)no lookin back for the son of a Seminole (D)chief
And (A)some say he raged like an angel and he chased 'em a(D)way
But the green hills stand silent, and nobody goes there no (G)more
Just the (A)ghosts and the memories and the shadows of the dark forest (D)floor
Mother be(D)low, Father a(G)bove
Weep with the (Em)earth, sing to the (A)sky
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes (Dsus2)(D)
And she (D)steps quick and (G/B)light
As she (D)spins through my (Bm)dreams
Like a (Em7)thistle each (Asus4)night
And she (D)touches my (G/B)shoulder
And she (D)smiles in my (G/B)face
And she (C)don't know the (G)power of her (D)grace (Asus4)
In the (D)silk April (G/B)dawn
She was (D)skippin in (Bm)circles
On the (Em7)neighbor's front (Asus4)lawn
And the (D)gray fog was (G/B)liftin
When she (D)threw me a (G/B)kiss
And a (C)woman stepped (G)out of the (D)mist
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin by my (G/B)grave when the sun goes (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)
I'm a (D)fool if I (G/B)stay
I'm a (D)loser in (Bm)love
'Cause it's (Em7)simpler that (Asus4)way
And I (D)never will (G/B)hold her
'Cause she's (D)too good for (G/B)tears
And the (C)weight of my (G)many (D)years
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin by my (G/B)grave when the sun sets (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)
But they (D)won't tell you (G/B)why
How (D)love conquers (Bm)all
In the (Em7)sweet by and (Asus4)by
So we (D)flutter like (G/B)snowflakes
And we (D)twirl in the (G/B)air
'Til we (C)melt in our (G)moment of (D)prayer
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin all a(G/B)lone when the sun goes (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)