Heavy Horses
CAPO
3 FRET for Heavy
Horses Album tunning
Intro: Bm G Bm G
F#
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A
G A G�� A ��Bm Bm
Em
C
D G
Iron-clad
feather-feet pounding the dust
C
G/D D G
An
October's day, towards evening
Em
C
D G
Sweat
embossed veins standing proud to the plough
C
Dsus4 D G
Salt
on a deep chest seasoning
Em
C
D G
Last
of the line at an honest day's toil
�� C
G/D D G
Turning
the deep sod under
Em
C
D G
Flint
at the fetlock, chasing the bone
�C
Dsus4 D G
Flies
at the nostrils plunder.
C
D
G C
The
Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
Am
D ���� Em
with the Shire on his feathers floating
C
D
G Em
Hauling
soft timber into the dusk
C
Dsus4 D G
to bed on a warm straw coating.
Chords details
G/D�� X5000X
Dsus4 x50030
F#7
Bm G Bm
G A
Heavy
Horses, move the land under me
F#7
Bm
G
Bm
G A
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
F#7
G D
Now
you're down to the few
Bb F
And
there's no work to do
C Em D Bm
The
tractor's on its way.
Bridge 1
Bm A� G A G A
Bm Bsus2
Bridge 2 Bm G Bm G
F#
Bm �������������������� G
Bm
�At once the old hands quicken
---
F# ������������� A�� G����
A
bring
pick and wisp and curry comb
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thrill to the sound of all
A G
A G�� A����� Bm
the
Heavy Horses coming home
.
Rest of lyrics
Let me
find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
to keep the old line going.
And
we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
behind the young trees growing
To
hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And
one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
and the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll
beg for your strength, your gentle power
your noble grace and your bearing
And
you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing
like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up
into the cold wind facing
In
stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against
the low sun racing
Bring
me a wheel of oaken wood
A
rein of polished leather
A Heavy
Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing
heavy weather.
Bring
a song for the evening
Clean
brass to flash the dawn
across these acres glistening
like dew on a carpet lawn
In
these dark towns folk lie sleeping
as the heavy horses thunder by
to wake the dying city
with the living horseman's cry
At
once the old hands quicken ---
bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
thrill to the sound of all
the heavy horses coming home.
words
and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION
BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
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