Roots To Branches Chords by Jethro Tull
Tempo:
75 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
A
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] [F#] [D] [F#] Words [E] [F#] [D] [F#]
[Gm] [F#] [E] [F#]
[D] [F#] [E] [F#]
[E] [Bm] [E] [Bm]
[B] [A] [B]
[E] [B] get written, words get twisted.
[F#] Old meanings [G] float in the [B] drift of time.
[G] [A] Lift the flickering [E] torches, [A] see candle shadows [B] change.
[F#] The features of the faces [A] cut [F#] in unmoving stone.
[E] Fat mouth on a [A] Friday, [F#] hope no one's listening.
Floats down in the [A] wet clay, [F#] what's it's thirsting?
[G] [F#] [D] [F#]
[D] [B]
[D] [B] [E] [B]
True disciples, [F#] carrying that [E] message.
[B] The color just a little [D] with [B] a personal touch.
[A] Horns spun fancy [D] weavers, [A] naked poppers [F#] leavers.
Crusades and [G] creeds descend [B] like violet flakes of [F#] snow.
[D] Fat mouth on [Bm] a Friday, hope [F#] no one's listening.
[C#] Roots down in [A] the wet [F#] clay, branches glistening.
Roots to branches, roots to [G] branches, [F#]
roots to [G] branches.
[A] [D] [G]
[Em] [B] [D]
[C#] [Bm]
[C#] [D#] [A] [B]
[B]
[E]
[F#] In wet and windy [G] priest holes, [B] crammed in bath cathedrals.
[B] High unlocked minarets are in [F#] the temple to doom.
I [A] hope the old man's skull is face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
[B] [F#] Suffer little children to make [B] their minds up soon.
[Bm]
Fat mouth on a Friday, [B] hope no [F#] one's listening.
[D] [G] Roots down in the wet clay, [F#] branches glistening.
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches.
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [F#]
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches.
[B] [A] [G]
[F#]
[G] [Am]
[Gm] [F#] [E] [F#]
[D] [F#] [E] [F#]
[E] [Bm] [E] [Bm]
[B] [A] [B]
[E] [B] get written, words get twisted.
[F#] Old meanings [G] float in the [B] drift of time.
[G] [A] Lift the flickering [E] torches, [A] see candle shadows [B] change.
[F#] The features of the faces [A] cut [F#] in unmoving stone.
[E] Fat mouth on a [A] Friday, [F#] hope no one's listening.
Floats down in the [A] wet clay, [F#] what's it's thirsting?
[G] [F#] [D] [F#]
[D] [B]
[D] [B] [E] [B]
True disciples, [F#] carrying that [E] message.
[B] The color just a little [D] with [B] a personal touch.
[A] Horns spun fancy [D] weavers, [A] naked poppers [F#] leavers.
Crusades and [G] creeds descend [B] like violet flakes of [F#] snow.
[D] Fat mouth on [Bm] a Friday, hope [F#] no one's listening.
[C#] Roots down in [A] the wet [F#] clay, branches glistening.
Roots to branches, roots to [G] branches, [F#]
roots to [G] branches.
[A] [D] [G]
[Em] [B] [D]
[C#] [Bm]
[C#] [D#] [A] [B]
[B]
[E]
[F#] In wet and windy [G] priest holes, [B] crammed in bath cathedrals.
[B] High unlocked minarets are in [F#] the temple to doom.
I [A] hope the old man's skull is face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
[B] [F#] Suffer little children to make [B] their minds up soon.
[Bm]
Fat mouth on a Friday, [B] hope no [F#] one's listening.
[D] [G] Roots down in the wet clay, [F#] branches glistening.
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches.
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [F#]
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches.
[B] [A] [G]
[F#]
[G] [Am]
Key:
F#
B
A
D
E
F#
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] Words _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _
_ [D] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _
_ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ get written, _ words get twisted.
[F#] Old meanings [G] float in the [B] drift of time.
_ [G] _ [A] Lift the flickering [E] torches, [A] see candle shadows [B] change.
[F#] The features of the faces [A] cut [F#] in unmoving stone.
_ _ [E] Fat mouth on a [A] Friday, [F#] hope no one's listening.
_ _ Floats down in the [A] wet clay, [F#] what's it's thirsting?
_ [G] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
True disciples, [F#] carrying that [E] message.
[B] The color just a little [D] with [B] a personal touch.
_ _ [A] Horns spun fancy [D] weavers, [A] naked poppers [F#] leavers.
Crusades and [G] creeds descend [B] like violet flakes of [F#] snow.
_ [D] Fat mouth on [Bm] a Friday, hope [F#] no one's listening.
[C#] _ Roots down in [A] the wet [F#] clay, branches glistening. _ _
Roots to branches, roots to [G] branches, _ [F#]
roots to [G] branches.
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C#] _ [D#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#] In wet and windy [G] priest holes, [B] crammed in bath cathedrals.
[B] High unlocked minarets are in [F#] the temple to doom.
I [A] hope the old man's skull is face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
[B] [F#] Suffer little children to make [B] their minds up soon.
[Bm] _
_ Fat mouth on a Friday, [B] hope no [F#] one's listening. _
_ [D] [G] Roots down in the wet clay, [F#] branches glistening. _
_ Roots to branches, _ roots to branches, _ roots to branches. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ Roots to branches, _ roots to branches, _ roots to branches.
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] Words _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _
_ [D] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _
_ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ get written, _ words get twisted.
[F#] Old meanings [G] float in the [B] drift of time.
_ [G] _ [A] Lift the flickering [E] torches, [A] see candle shadows [B] change.
[F#] The features of the faces [A] cut [F#] in unmoving stone.
_ _ [E] Fat mouth on a [A] Friday, [F#] hope no one's listening.
_ _ Floats down in the [A] wet clay, [F#] what's it's thirsting?
_ [G] _ [F#] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
True disciples, [F#] carrying that [E] message.
[B] The color just a little [D] with [B] a personal touch.
_ _ [A] Horns spun fancy [D] weavers, [A] naked poppers [F#] leavers.
Crusades and [G] creeds descend [B] like violet flakes of [F#] snow.
_ [D] Fat mouth on [Bm] a Friday, hope [F#] no one's listening.
[C#] _ Roots down in [A] the wet [F#] clay, branches glistening. _ _
Roots to branches, roots to [G] branches, _ [F#]
roots to [G] branches.
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C#] _ [D#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#] In wet and windy [G] priest holes, [B] crammed in bath cathedrals.
[B] High unlocked minarets are in [F#] the temple to doom.
I [A] hope the old man's skull is face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
[B] [F#] Suffer little children to make [B] their minds up soon.
[Bm] _
_ Fat mouth on a Friday, [B] hope no [F#] one's listening. _
_ [D] [G] Roots down in the wet clay, [F#] branches glistening. _
_ Roots to branches, _ roots to branches, _ roots to branches. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ Roots to branches, _ roots to branches, _ roots to branches.
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _