Colour Of The Sun Chords by Jimmy Buffett
Tempo:
124 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
[A]
[D]
Touching down a hardwired cloud,
[G] [D] balances dreams that he's [G]
chosen.
[D] Northern lights all [G] [D] draped around, [G] [D] melting stream that [A] was [D] frozen.
Bicycles with rusted wheels, the frame in need of [D] [G] adjusting.
[D] Red sky night that Fred Neal feel, back when the Grove [A] wasn't bustling.
[Bm]
Working tide will [G] come around [D] again, [Bm] a serenade [G] lies waiting [D] in the wind.
[A] For
[Em] all your [Bm]
worldly [A] treasures, [D] there's nothing to [G] be won.
[F#m]
[Em] Nothing [D] left [A] to measure, [G] just you and me [A] and the color [D] of the sun.
Wild-eyed child wonders how the sky connects to the [G] ocean.
[D] Spinning fast, then as now, [G] she's [D] unaware of the [A]
motion.
[Bm] The wise men [G] and the fools keep taking [D] turns.
[Bm] Every day [G] more bridges seem [E] to burn.
[A] [Em] With all your [A] vaults of treasure, would [D] you trade them [A] for some [G] fun?
[F#m] [Em] [D] What's the price [A] of pleasure?
[G] Just you and me.
[A]
[F#m] You [C] can add, subtract, divide, or multiply.
[D]
[D]
Watch the [C] particles collide, and trust the [A] stars up in the sky.
Sand dunes gone, snatched by storm.
Are the poles really [F#m] shifting?
[D] Gypsy rains wash [Gm] over [D] the plains.
Wooden dreams are still drifting.
[Bm] The best of times can [G] still somehow [D] be found.
[Bm] Even the worst [G] of beaches [A] will never let you down.
[E] For [Em]
all your [Bm] worldly [A] treasures, all [D] your battles [A] lost [G] and won.
[F#m] [Em] Nothing [D]
left [A] to measure, [E]
just you and me and [A] the color of the [D] sun.
Color of the sun.
[A]
[D]
Touching down a hardwired cloud,
[G] [D] balances dreams that he's [G]
chosen.
[D] Northern lights all [G] [D] draped around, [G] [D] melting stream that [A] was [D] frozen.
Bicycles with rusted wheels, the frame in need of [D] [G] adjusting.
[D] Red sky night that Fred Neal feel, back when the Grove [A] wasn't bustling.
[Bm]
Working tide will [G] come around [D] again, [Bm] a serenade [G] lies waiting [D] in the wind.
[A] For
[Em] all your [Bm]
worldly [A] treasures, [D] there's nothing to [G] be won.
[F#m]
[Em] Nothing [D] left [A] to measure, [G] just you and me [A] and the color [D] of the sun.
Wild-eyed child wonders how the sky connects to the [G] ocean.
[D] Spinning fast, then as now, [G] she's [D] unaware of the [A]
motion.
[Bm] The wise men [G] and the fools keep taking [D] turns.
[Bm] Every day [G] more bridges seem [E] to burn.
[A] [Em] With all your [A] vaults of treasure, would [D] you trade them [A] for some [G] fun?
[F#m] [Em] [D] What's the price [A] of pleasure?
[G] Just you and me.
[A]
[F#m] You [C] can add, subtract, divide, or multiply.
[D]
[D]
Watch the [C] particles collide, and trust the [A] stars up in the sky.
Sand dunes gone, snatched by storm.
Are the poles really [F#m] shifting?
[D] Gypsy rains wash [Gm] over [D] the plains.
Wooden dreams are still drifting.
[Bm] The best of times can [G] still somehow [D] be found.
[Bm] Even the worst [G] of beaches [A] will never let you down.
[E] For [Em]
all your [Bm] worldly [A] treasures, all [D] your battles [A] lost [G] and won.
[F#m] [Em] Nothing [D]
left [A] to measure, [E]
just you and me and [A] the color of the [D] sun.
Color of the sun.
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
Em
D
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Touching down a hardwired cloud, _
[G] [D] balances dreams that he's [G]
chosen.
_ [D] Northern lights all [G] [D] draped around, _ [G] [D] melting stream that [A] was [D] frozen. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Bicycles with rusted wheels, the frame in need of [D] _ [G] adjusting.
_ [D] Red sky night that Fred Neal feel, back when the Grove [A] wasn't bustling.
[Bm]
Working tide will [G] come _ around [D] again, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] a _ serenade [G] lies waiting _ [D] in the wind.
_ [A] For _
_ _ [Em] _ all your [Bm]
worldly [A] treasures, _ [D] there's nothing to [G] be won.
[F#m] _
_ [Em] Nothing [D] left [A] to measure, _ [G] just you and me [A] and the color _ [D] of the sun. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Wild-eyed child _ wonders how the sky connects to the [G] ocean.
_ [D] Spinning fast, then as now, [G] she's [D] unaware of the [A] _
motion.
[Bm] The wise men [G] and the fools keep taking [D] turns.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Every day [G] more bridges seem [E] to burn. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] With all your [A] vaults of treasure, _ would [D] you trade them [A] for some [G] fun?
_ _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ [D] What's the price [A] of pleasure?
_ [G] Just you and me.
[A] _ _ _
[F#m] You [C] can add, subtract, divide, or multiply.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _
Watch the [C] particles _ collide, and trust the [A] stars up in the sky.
_ Sand dunes gone, snatched by storm.
_ Are the poles really [F#m] shifting?
_ [D] Gypsy rains wash [Gm] over [D] the plains. _
Wooden dreams are still _ drifting.
[Bm] The best of times can [G] still somehow [D] be found.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Even the worst [G] of beaches [A] will never let you down.
_ [E] For [Em]
all your [Bm] worldly [A] treasures, all [D] your battles [A] lost [G] and won.
_ [F#m] _ [Em] Nothing [D]
left [A] to measure, _ [E]
just you and me and [A] the color of the [D] sun. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Color of the sun. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Touching down a hardwired cloud, _
[G] [D] balances dreams that he's [G]
chosen.
_ [D] Northern lights all [G] [D] draped around, _ [G] [D] melting stream that [A] was [D] frozen. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Bicycles with rusted wheels, the frame in need of [D] _ [G] adjusting.
_ [D] Red sky night that Fred Neal feel, back when the Grove [A] wasn't bustling.
[Bm]
Working tide will [G] come _ around [D] again, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] a _ serenade [G] lies waiting _ [D] in the wind.
_ [A] For _
_ _ [Em] _ all your [Bm]
worldly [A] treasures, _ [D] there's nothing to [G] be won.
[F#m] _
_ [Em] Nothing [D] left [A] to measure, _ [G] just you and me [A] and the color _ [D] of the sun. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Wild-eyed child _ wonders how the sky connects to the [G] ocean.
_ [D] Spinning fast, then as now, [G] she's [D] unaware of the [A] _
motion.
[Bm] The wise men [G] and the fools keep taking [D] turns.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Every day [G] more bridges seem [E] to burn. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] With all your [A] vaults of treasure, _ would [D] you trade them [A] for some [G] fun?
_ _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ [D] What's the price [A] of pleasure?
_ [G] Just you and me.
[A] _ _ _
[F#m] You [C] can add, subtract, divide, or multiply.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _
Watch the [C] particles _ collide, and trust the [A] stars up in the sky.
_ Sand dunes gone, snatched by storm.
_ Are the poles really [F#m] shifting?
_ [D] Gypsy rains wash [Gm] over [D] the plains. _
Wooden dreams are still _ drifting.
[Bm] The best of times can [G] still somehow [D] be found.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Even the worst [G] of beaches [A] will never let you down.
_ [E] For [Em]
all your [Bm] worldly [A] treasures, all [D] your battles [A] lost [G] and won.
_ [F#m] _ [Em] Nothing [D]
left [A] to measure, _ [E]
just you and me and [A] the color of the [D] sun. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Color of the sun. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _