Chords for Graham Bonnet Band - "Rider" (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
110 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
C#m
A
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [C#m] [B]
[A] [E]
[F#] [C#m] [B]
[C#m] She is pure of air and [F#] color, [A] wearing [B] braids.
[C#m] Life's not for lucky [B] as it seems to [A] appear.
She's the face [B] of her [F#m] day, though her spirit [E] is dead and longer.
[A] And his heart [E] turns to clay.
[B] [F#m] He loves the flowers, however [E] she has to [A] grow.
He's got a [E] kind of skin.
He's not a working [C#m] boy.
[B]
If [E] he's not, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to say.
[C#m] From his castle [B] to the canyon, [A] just a step [B] at a time.
[C#m] What's the [B] highway on the sand in the [A] field?
There's no ties [B] by a golden white [F#m] line.
With a faded [G#m] old baguette line.
[A] Holds the hand from [B] his eyes.
[F#m] He's still in mono [G#m] in a stereo [A] world.
He sees the [B] dark around.
[E] He's a fighter, looking [C#m] for a [B]
way.
If [E] he's wiser, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to [F#m] say.
All's [C#] [C#m] cold [E] in [B] a [F#m]
[C#m] man's [B]
[A] [E]
[C#m] [B]
[E] [A] [E]
[F#m] [B]
[F#m] eyes.
I'd [C#m] rather be [G#m] a lover [A] of the greasy [B] feet.
[C#m] He sees the shoebox one more [G#m] fistful of [A] time.
Hold on, hold on, hold [B] on.
[E] He's a fighter, looking for [C#m] [B]
a way.
[E] If he's wiser, [C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] we'll [B] never know what to say.
[A] He's a [E] fighter, looking for a way.
[N] He's a fighter, looking for a way. Yeah.
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [C#m] [B]
[A] [E]
[F#] [C#m] [B]
[C#m] She is pure of air and [F#] color, [A] wearing [B] braids.
[C#m] Life's not for lucky [B] as it seems to [A] appear.
She's the face [B] of her [F#m] day, though her spirit [E] is dead and longer.
[A] And his heart [E] turns to clay.
[B] [F#m] He loves the flowers, however [E] she has to [A] grow.
He's got a [E] kind of skin.
He's not a working [C#m] boy.
[B]
If [E] he's not, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to say.
[C#m] From his castle [B] to the canyon, [A] just a step [B] at a time.
[C#m] What's the [B] highway on the sand in the [A] field?
There's no ties [B] by a golden white [F#m] line.
With a faded [G#m] old baguette line.
[A] Holds the hand from [B] his eyes.
[F#m] He's still in mono [G#m] in a stereo [A] world.
He sees the [B] dark around.
[E] He's a fighter, looking [C#m] for a [B]
way.
If [E] he's wiser, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to [F#m] say.
All's [C#] [C#m] cold [E] in [B] a [F#m]
[C#m] man's [B]
[A] [E]
[C#m] [B]
[E] [A] [E]
[F#m] [B]
[F#m] eyes.
I'd [C#m] rather be [G#m] a lover [A] of the greasy [B] feet.
[C#m] He sees the shoebox one more [G#m] fistful of [A] time.
Hold on, hold on, hold [B] on.
[E] He's a fighter, looking for [C#m] [B]
a way.
[E] If he's wiser, [C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] we'll [B] never know what to say.
[A] He's a [E] fighter, looking for a way.
[N] He's a fighter, looking for a way. Yeah.
Key:
B
E
C#m
A
F#m
B
E
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ She is pure of air and [F#] color, _ [A] _ wearing [B] braids.
_ _ _ [C#m] _ Life's not for lucky [B] as it seems to [A] appear.
She's the face [B] of her _ _ [F#m] day, though her spirit [E] is dead and longer.
_ [A] _ And his heart [E] turns to clay.
[B] _ [F#m] He loves the flowers, however [E] she has to [A] grow.
He's got a [E] kind of skin.
He's not a _ _ working [C#m] boy.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ If [E] he's not, _ _ we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to _ say.
_ [C#m] _ From his castle [B] to the canyon, _ [A] _ just a step [B] at a time.
_ [C#m] _ What's the [B] highway on the sand in the [A] field?
There's no ties [B] by a golden white [F#m] line.
With a faded [G#m] old baguette line.
[A] _ Holds the hand from [B] his eyes.
[F#m] _ He's still in mono [G#m] in a stereo [A] world.
He sees the [B] dark around.
_ [E] He's a _ fighter, _ looking [C#m] for a _ [B] _
way.
_ If [E] he's wiser, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to _ _ _ [F#m] say. _ _
All's [C#] _ [C#m] cold [E] _ in _ [B] _ _ _ a [F#m] _ _
[C#m] man's _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] eyes.
I'd [C#m] rather be [G#m] a lover [A] of the greasy [B] feet.
_ _ [C#m] He sees the shoebox one more [G#m] fistful of [A] time.
Hold on, hold on, hold [B] _ on.
[E] He's a fighter, _ _ looking for [C#m] _ _ [B] _
a way.
_ [E] If he's wiser, _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] we'll [B] never know what to say.
_ _ [A] He's a [E] fighter, _ _ _ _ _ looking for a way. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ He's a fighter, looking for a way. Yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ She is pure of air and [F#] color, _ [A] _ wearing [B] braids.
_ _ _ [C#m] _ Life's not for lucky [B] as it seems to [A] appear.
She's the face [B] of her _ _ [F#m] day, though her spirit [E] is dead and longer.
_ [A] _ And his heart [E] turns to clay.
[B] _ [F#m] He loves the flowers, however [E] she has to [A] grow.
He's got a [E] kind of skin.
He's not a _ _ working [C#m] boy.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ If [E] he's not, _ _ we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to _ say.
_ [C#m] _ From his castle [B] to the canyon, _ [A] _ just a step [B] at a time.
_ [C#m] _ What's the [B] highway on the sand in the [A] field?
There's no ties [B] by a golden white [F#m] line.
With a faded [G#m] old baguette line.
[A] _ Holds the hand from [B] his eyes.
[F#m] _ He's still in mono [G#m] in a stereo [A] world.
He sees the [B] dark around.
_ [E] He's a _ fighter, _ looking [C#m] for a _ [B] _
way.
_ If [E] he's wiser, we'll never [C#m] know [B] what to _ _ _ [F#m] say. _ _
All's [C#] _ [C#m] cold [E] _ in _ [B] _ _ _ a [F#m] _ _
[C#m] man's _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] eyes.
I'd [C#m] rather be [G#m] a lover [A] of the greasy [B] feet.
_ _ [C#m] He sees the shoebox one more [G#m] fistful of [A] time.
Hold on, hold on, hold [B] _ on.
[E] He's a fighter, _ _ looking for [C#m] _ _ [B] _
a way.
_ [E] If he's wiser, _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] we'll [B] never know what to say.
_ _ [A] He's a [E] fighter, _ _ _ _ _ looking for a way. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ He's a fighter, looking for a way. Yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _