Chords for Dick Curless - The Baron
Tempo:
110.65 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
B
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
High in the sky, o'er torn [Ab] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] baron [B] in a crimson flying [E] machine.
[A] His cunning flight and flashing guns [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot [A] the baron down.
He flew a Fokker [Ab] triplane, the terror of the [A] skies,
[D] And hiding in [A] the morning sun [B] he took them by [E] surprise.
[A] The spats and the camels [D] tried to bring him [A] down in flames,
But many met their death in trying [E] to play the [A] baron's game.
The hunter and the hunted [E] was the game he liked to [A] play,
[D] He knew someday [A] he'd meet his match, [B] he knew someday [E] he'd pay.
[A] Thicker sights on the Maltese [D] cross someday would [A] have to fall,
The hunter becomes the hunted [E] and [A] destiny to call.
One April morn o'er Caffey [E] town the baron seeked his [A] prey,
[D] He hunted [A] down a camel, [B] was flown by Willie [E] May.
[A] Then diving down from nowhere [D] there came young [A] Roy Brown,
He fired a burst so straight and [E] true and brought [A] the baron down.
And now the baron's fallen, [E] no more he [A] roams the sky,
[D] But like his [A] wish he met his [B] fate, the hunter not to [E] die.
[A] So written in the annals [D] of men born [A] to fly,
The baron died a hero's [E] death in the battle [A] of the sky.
High in the sky o'er torn [E] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] [B] baron in a crimson [E] flying machine,
[A] His cunning flight and flashing gun [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot the baron [A] down.
[N]
High in the sky, o'er torn [Ab] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] baron [B] in a crimson flying [E] machine.
[A] His cunning flight and flashing guns [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot [A] the baron down.
He flew a Fokker [Ab] triplane, the terror of the [A] skies,
[D] And hiding in [A] the morning sun [B] he took them by [E] surprise.
[A] The spats and the camels [D] tried to bring him [A] down in flames,
But many met their death in trying [E] to play the [A] baron's game.
The hunter and the hunted [E] was the game he liked to [A] play,
[D] He knew someday [A] he'd meet his match, [B] he knew someday [E] he'd pay.
[A] Thicker sights on the Maltese [D] cross someday would [A] have to fall,
The hunter becomes the hunted [E] and [A] destiny to call.
One April morn o'er Caffey [E] town the baron seeked his [A] prey,
[D] He hunted [A] down a camel, [B] was flown by Willie [E] May.
[A] Then diving down from nowhere [D] there came young [A] Roy Brown,
He fired a burst so straight and [E] true and brought [A] the baron down.
And now the baron's fallen, [E] no more he [A] roams the sky,
[D] But like his [A] wish he met his [B] fate, the hunter not to [E] die.
[A] So written in the annals [D] of men born [A] to fly,
The baron died a hero's [E] death in the battle [A] of the sky.
High in the sky o'er torn [E] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] [B] baron in a crimson [E] flying machine,
[A] His cunning flight and flashing gun [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot the baron [A] down.
[N]
Key:
A
E
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B
Ab
A
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ High in the sky, o'er torn [Ab] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] baron [B] in a crimson flying [E] machine.
[A] His cunning flight and flashing guns [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot [A] the baron down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He flew a Fokker [Ab] triplane, the terror of the [A] skies,
[D] And hiding in [A] the morning sun [B] he took them by [E] surprise.
[A] The spats and the camels [D] tried to bring him [A] down in flames,
But many met their death in trying [E] to play the [A] baron's game. _ _
_ _ _ The hunter and the hunted [E] was the game he liked to [A] play,
[D] He knew someday [A] he'd meet his match, [B] he knew someday [E] he'd pay.
[A] Thicker sights on the Maltese [D] cross someday would [A] have to fall,
The hunter becomes the hunted [E] and [A] destiny to call. _ _ _
_ _ _ One April morn o'er Caffey [E] town the baron seeked his [A] prey,
[D] He hunted [A] down a camel, [B] was flown by Willie [E] May.
[A] Then diving down from nowhere [D] there came young [A] Roy Brown,
He fired a burst so straight and [E] true and brought [A] the baron down. _ _
_ _ _ And now the baron's fallen, [E] no more he [A] roams the sky,
[D] But like his [A] wish he met his [B] fate, the hunter not to [E] die.
[A] So written in the annals [D] of men born [A] to fly,
The baron died a hero's [E] death in the battle [A] of the sky. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ High in the sky o'er torn [E] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] [B] baron in a crimson [E] flying machine,
[A] His cunning flight and flashing gun [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot the baron [A] down. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ High in the sky, o'er torn [Ab] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] baron [B] in a crimson flying [E] machine.
[A] His cunning flight and flashing guns [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot [A] the baron down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He flew a Fokker [Ab] triplane, the terror of the [A] skies,
[D] And hiding in [A] the morning sun [B] he took them by [E] surprise.
[A] The spats and the camels [D] tried to bring him [A] down in flames,
But many met their death in trying [E] to play the [A] baron's game. _ _
_ _ _ The hunter and the hunted [E] was the game he liked to [A] play,
[D] He knew someday [A] he'd meet his match, [B] he knew someday [E] he'd pay.
[A] Thicker sights on the Maltese [D] cross someday would [A] have to fall,
The hunter becomes the hunted [E] and [A] destiny to call. _ _ _
_ _ _ One April morn o'er Caffey [E] town the baron seeked his [A] prey,
[D] He hunted [A] down a camel, [B] was flown by Willie [E] May.
[A] Then diving down from nowhere [D] there came young [A] Roy Brown,
He fired a burst so straight and [E] true and brought [A] the baron down. _ _
_ _ _ And now the baron's fallen, [E] no more he [A] roams the sky,
[D] But like his [A] wish he met his [B] fate, the hunter not to [E] die.
[A] So written in the annals [D] of men born [A] to fly,
The baron died a hero's [E] death in the battle [A] of the sky. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ High in the sky o'er torn [E] France in the year of [A] seventeen,
[D] There flew a brave young [A] [B] baron in a crimson [E] flying machine,
[A] His cunning flight and flashing gun [D] brought many to [A] the ground,
Was the will of all the cocky [E] boys to shoot the baron [A] down. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _