[ Предположительная тональность: G ] Bb7b7\Ebm7 (*) 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 Ebm Ebm9 This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead Ebm9 Abm/Eb Ebm7 Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns Ebm Ebm9 Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young Abm/Eb Ebm9 I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums Ebm Ebm7 I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild Ebm9 Abm/Eb Ebm9 To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine Ebm And now you ask that I should watch Ebm Ebm7 Ebm9 The red man's race be slowly crushed Ebm Abm/Eb What kind of words are these to hear Ebm9 From Yellow Dog whom white man fears (Ebm7)* Abm\(Ab Bb Cb Cb Db) D7 D7 D7-5 D7 D 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(add9) Am G C(***) Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run G Bm/F# Em G/D C Am/D Em D Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand G Bm/F# Em G/D C Am/D Em D Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands Am7 D G C/G I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead Em7 Am7 Gsus4 F6(add9) Am7 Bm7 Em (Em7/D C7M )**** Em He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead_____________________ Em Am/E Em Em G/E G/E Em G/E Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Em Em Em G/E G/E Em G/E Em G/E Em Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am (D7/A Am(add9) D7/A Em G/D 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 D And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running Em G/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 G/D C G/B And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold Am G/B C Em (Em7/D C7M Em)**** And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet ho________________le. (Em Em7/D C7M )**** D
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