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ãðóïïà Elton John, Àêêîðäû ïåñíè Indian Sunset

Ãðóïïà: Elton John - äðóãèå àêêîðäû (148),   îá èñïîëíèòåëå (1 ñòàòåé),   äèñêè (29),   ôîòîãðàôèè (16)
Àêêîðäû ïåñíè: Indian Sunset
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Indian Sunset
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Madman Across The Water
   
As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
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This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
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Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
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Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
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I've read the writing of the smoke and breastfed on the sound of drums
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I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
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To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
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And now you ask that I should watch
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The red man's race be slowly crushed
        Ebm                       Abm/Eb
What kind of words are these to hear
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From Yellow Dog whom white man fears
Ebm Db  B  Db  Ebm
Ebm Db  B  Db  Ebm
Abm D7 D(b5) D7
G      Bm/F#        Em         G/D  C      Am/D      Em        D            
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
G       Bm/F#   Em       G/D     C Am/D                    Em    D           
I can't stay to see you die         along with my tribe's pride
Am7                    D                    G               C/G    I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons           Em7     Am7         G        F6+9         Am      G      C  Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead            Em7    Am7     Gsus4  F6+9       Am7        Bm7  Em   He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead Em7/D    Em7/C    Em Em7/D    Em7/C    Em Am    D7/A    Am+9    D7/A    Em Em                 G/D           C            G/B Now there seems no reason why I should carry on Am7               G/B                C            D In this land that once was my land I can't find a home     Em               G/D           C                     G/B It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming         Am              G/B                C                     Am7/D And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running Em                      D          C                     G/B For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones           Am                G/B           C                     D Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns         Em      D             C                  G/B And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold     Am                  G/B      C                   Em And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole Em7/D    Cmaj7    Em Em7/D    Cmaj7    D   © 1970 Dick James Music Limited   








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