Chords for Home From The Forest - Tony Rice w Bush, Fleck, Douglas 1988

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_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _
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_ _ _ Oh, the Nikon lights are flashing, [G] and the icy wind [D] did blow.
_ The [A] water seeped [Bm] into his shoes, [G] and the drizzle turned [D] to snow.
_ [G] His eyes were [D] red, his hopes were [Bm] dead, and the mind [F#] was running low.
_ _ [G] And the old man came [A] home _ _ _ _ [D] from the forest.
_ Well, his tears fell on the sidewalk as he stumbled in the street.
_ A dozen [B] faces stopped to [G] stare, but no one stopped [D] to speak. _
[G] For his castle was a [D] hallway, and a [Bm] bottle was his only [F#] friend.
_ _ And the old man [B] stumbled in _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] from the forest.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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_ _ Up a dark and dingy staircase, [Em] the old man [D] made his way.
_ _ His franked [B] court around him [G] as upon his [D] body lay. _
And he wondered how it happened that [F#] he ended up this way,
_ [G] getting lost like a [E] fool _ _ _ _ [A] in [D] the forest.
_ And as he lay there sleeping, a [Em] vision did appear
_ upon his [Bm] mantle shining the [G] face of one so [D] dear.
_ [G] Who loved [D] him in the springtime [Bm] of his long [F#] forgotten year.
When _ the [A] wildflowers did bloom [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ in the forest, _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ she touched his [F#] gristled fingers, and [G] she called him [D] by his name.
_ _ And then he [B] heard the joyful sound [G] of children [D] at their games.
[G] And an old [C#] house on a hillside [Bm] is some forgotten [F#] town,
_ [G] where the river [A] runs down _ _ _ _ _ [D] from the forest. _
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[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
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With a mighty roar, the big jets soar above the canyon streets,
_ and the conman [Bm] conked, but life goes [G] on for the city [D] never sleeps.
And to [G] the old [D] forgotten soldier, the [Bm] dawn will come no [F#] more,
_ [G] for the old man [A] has come home _ _ _ _ from [D] the forest. _
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_ _ _ There's a tune that Sam Bush did, it was about in the late 60s I think.
He was five years old.
No, that's really true.
There was a band with him and Wayne Stewart and Alan Mundy called Poor Richard's Almanac.
And they did incredible instrumental albums.
And Sam and I used to play this years ago right after we started working together
with Buddy Spurlock and [F#] _
Lonnie Pierce [G] and Ebo Walker,
later Courtney Johnson.
_ [A#] _ _ _ [G] _ Anyway, the tune's called Poor Richard's Blues. _ _ _ _ _ _