Chords for John Kay & Steppenwolf - Slender Thread Of Hope
Tempo:
69.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
G#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [C#] You [F#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [F#] [C#]
[F#] see that endless [C#] line, [F#] they're victims of a time whose only crime [C#] was to bank on
their [F#] father's greed.
[C#]
[F#] To work hard all your [C#] life, to [F#] raise a family [B] with your wife, and [F#] to survive all the [C#] heartaches
and heartbreaks fate [F#] may bring.
The dreams are [G#] seldom real, [F#] and an aching heart [B] won't heal.
[F#] Standing in line [C#] for a meal at a [F#] stranger's door, [C#]
[F#] as night begins to [G#] fall, [F#] they lay down
[B] in the [F#] harnessing of the [C#] Salvation Army that is losing [F#] the war.
And they dream [G#m] of home, but [F#] someone's waiting, waiting by [G#m] the phone at the end [F#] of the road.
But come [G#m] early dawn, the streets [F#] are fading, they're hanging [C#m] by [B] a slender [F#] thread of old.
[G#]
[F#] [B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#] [F#] Now it's closing time [C#] again, she [F#] turns the collar to [B] the wind, [F#] goes running in the rain
[C#] to a friend on the way [F#] back home.
[C#] [F#] To hold the only [C#] joy [F#] the world did not [B] destroy, [F#] a laughing little brown [C#]-eyed boy she calls [F#] her own.
Though he leans by [G#] the hand and [F#] tries to be her [B] little man, [F#] his feet are still young to
[C#] understand her [F#] quiet fear.
[C#] [F#] All the bills sway [G#] on her mind, and [F#] she hates her [B] daily grind, cause [F#] past the romance was
[C#] impossible to find these [F#] last few years.
Now they're [G#m] going home, but no [F#] one's waiting, weary through [G#m] the bone, she tries [F#] to cope.
Sitting there [G#m] alone, while [F#] slowly fading, she [C#m] rides to sleep, [B] this slender [F#] thread of old.
The [D#m]
[A#m] [F#] [G#m]
[F#] [D#m]
[G#] [E]
[B] [F#] priest comes on [C#] attending, the [F#] public servant [B] will explain, how [F#] pouring water on
the drowning [C#] little man will [F#] solve the matter, [C#] [F#] to save our way of [C#] life, [F#] and to help us all [B] survive.
[F#] Those with nothing gonna have [C#] to stay alive, or [F#] even less.
And as [G#m] he spoke, these [F#] words of wisdom, like a cruel [G#m] joke, he [F#] understood, [G#] with just [G#m] one
stroke, from his [F#] fountain pen, he cut [C#m] the last [B] final [F#] thread of hope.
[B] [F#] [C#] [F#]
[F#] [C#] [F#] [C#]
[F#] see that endless [C#] line, [F#] they're victims of a time whose only crime [C#] was to bank on
their [F#] father's greed.
[C#]
[F#] To work hard all your [C#] life, to [F#] raise a family [B] with your wife, and [F#] to survive all the [C#] heartaches
and heartbreaks fate [F#] may bring.
The dreams are [G#] seldom real, [F#] and an aching heart [B] won't heal.
[F#] Standing in line [C#] for a meal at a [F#] stranger's door, [C#]
[F#] as night begins to [G#] fall, [F#] they lay down
[B] in the [F#] harnessing of the [C#] Salvation Army that is losing [F#] the war.
And they dream [G#m] of home, but [F#] someone's waiting, waiting by [G#m] the phone at the end [F#] of the road.
But come [G#m] early dawn, the streets [F#] are fading, they're hanging [C#m] by [B] a slender [F#] thread of old.
[G#]
[F#] [B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#] [F#] Now it's closing time [C#] again, she [F#] turns the collar to [B] the wind, [F#] goes running in the rain
[C#] to a friend on the way [F#] back home.
[C#] [F#] To hold the only [C#] joy [F#] the world did not [B] destroy, [F#] a laughing little brown [C#]-eyed boy she calls [F#] her own.
Though he leans by [G#] the hand and [F#] tries to be her [B] little man, [F#] his feet are still young to
[C#] understand her [F#] quiet fear.
[C#] [F#] All the bills sway [G#] on her mind, and [F#] she hates her [B] daily grind, cause [F#] past the romance was
[C#] impossible to find these [F#] last few years.
Now they're [G#m] going home, but no [F#] one's waiting, weary through [G#m] the bone, she tries [F#] to cope.
Sitting there [G#m] alone, while [F#] slowly fading, she [C#m] rides to sleep, [B] this slender [F#] thread of old.
The [D#m]
[A#m] [F#] [G#m]
[F#] [D#m]
[G#] [E]
[B] [F#] priest comes on [C#] attending, the [F#] public servant [B] will explain, how [F#] pouring water on
the drowning [C#] little man will [F#] solve the matter, [C#] [F#] to save our way of [C#] life, [F#] and to help us all [B] survive.
[F#] Those with nothing gonna have [C#] to stay alive, or [F#] even less.
And as [G#m] he spoke, these [F#] words of wisdom, like a cruel [G#m] joke, he [F#] understood, [G#] with just [G#m] one
stroke, from his [F#] fountain pen, he cut [C#m] the last [B] final [F#] thread of hope.
[B] [F#] [C#] [F#]
Key:
F#
C#
B
G#m
G#
F#
C#
B
_ [F#] _ [C#] You _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
[F#] see that endless [C#] line, [F#] they're victims of a time whose only crime [C#] was to bank on
their [F#] father's greed.
_ [C#] _
[F#] To work hard all your [C#] life, to [F#] raise a family [B] with your wife, and [F#] to survive all the [C#] heartaches
and heartbreaks fate [F#] may bring. _
The dreams are [G#] seldom real, [F#] and an aching heart [B] won't heal.
[F#] Standing in line [C#] for a meal at a [F#] stranger's door, [C#] _
[F#] as night begins to [G#] fall, [F#] they lay down
[B] in the [F#] harnessing of the [C#] Salvation Army that is losing [F#] the war.
And they dream [G#m] of home, but [F#] someone's waiting, waiting by [G#m] the phone at the end [F#] of the road. _
But come [G#m] early dawn, the streets [F#] are fading, they're hanging [C#m] by [B] a slender [F#] thread of old.
_ [G#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ [F#] Now it's closing time [C#] again, she [F#] turns the collar to [B] the wind, [F#] goes running in the rain
[C#] to a friend on the way [F#] back home.
[C#] _ [F#] To hold the only [C#] joy [F#] the world did not [B] destroy, [F#] a laughing little brown [C#]-eyed boy she calls [F#] her own.
_ Though he leans by [G#] the hand and [F#] tries to be her [B] little man, [F#] his feet are still young to
[C#] understand her [F#] quiet fear.
[C#] _ [F#] All the bills sway [G#] on her mind, and [F#] she hates her [B] daily grind, cause [F#] past the romance was
[C#] impossible to find these [F#] last few years.
Now they're [G#m] going home, but no [F#] one's waiting, _ weary through [G#m] the bone, she tries [F#] to cope.
Sitting there [G#m] alone, while [F#] slowly fading, _ she [C#m] rides to sleep, [B] this slender [F#] thread of old.
The _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [A#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [G#m] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] priest comes on [C#] attending, the [F#] public servant [B] will explain, how [F#] pouring water on
the drowning [C#] little man will [F#] solve the matter, _ [C#] _ [F#] to save our way of [C#] life, [F#] and to help us all [B] survive.
[F#] Those with nothing gonna have [C#] to stay alive, or [F#] even less.
_ And as [G#m] he spoke, these [F#] words of wisdom, like a cruel [G#m] _ joke, he [F#] understood, _ [G#] with just [G#m] one
stroke, from his [F#] fountain pen, _ he cut [C#m] the last [B] final [F#] thread of hope.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
[F#] see that endless [C#] line, [F#] they're victims of a time whose only crime [C#] was to bank on
their [F#] father's greed.
_ [C#] _
[F#] To work hard all your [C#] life, to [F#] raise a family [B] with your wife, and [F#] to survive all the [C#] heartaches
and heartbreaks fate [F#] may bring. _
The dreams are [G#] seldom real, [F#] and an aching heart [B] won't heal.
[F#] Standing in line [C#] for a meal at a [F#] stranger's door, [C#] _
[F#] as night begins to [G#] fall, [F#] they lay down
[B] in the [F#] harnessing of the [C#] Salvation Army that is losing [F#] the war.
And they dream [G#m] of home, but [F#] someone's waiting, waiting by [G#m] the phone at the end [F#] of the road. _
But come [G#m] early dawn, the streets [F#] are fading, they're hanging [C#m] by [B] a slender [F#] thread of old.
_ [G#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ [F#] Now it's closing time [C#] again, she [F#] turns the collar to [B] the wind, [F#] goes running in the rain
[C#] to a friend on the way [F#] back home.
[C#] _ [F#] To hold the only [C#] joy [F#] the world did not [B] destroy, [F#] a laughing little brown [C#]-eyed boy she calls [F#] her own.
_ Though he leans by [G#] the hand and [F#] tries to be her [B] little man, [F#] his feet are still young to
[C#] understand her [F#] quiet fear.
[C#] _ [F#] All the bills sway [G#] on her mind, and [F#] she hates her [B] daily grind, cause [F#] past the romance was
[C#] impossible to find these [F#] last few years.
Now they're [G#m] going home, but no [F#] one's waiting, _ weary through [G#m] the bone, she tries [F#] to cope.
Sitting there [G#m] alone, while [F#] slowly fading, _ she [C#m] rides to sleep, [B] this slender [F#] thread of old.
The _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [A#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [G#m] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] priest comes on [C#] attending, the [F#] public servant [B] will explain, how [F#] pouring water on
the drowning [C#] little man will [F#] solve the matter, _ [C#] _ [F#] to save our way of [C#] life, [F#] and to help us all [B] survive.
[F#] Those with nothing gonna have [C#] to stay alive, or [F#] even less.
_ And as [G#m] he spoke, these [F#] words of wisdom, like a cruel [G#m] _ joke, he [F#] understood, _ [G#] with just [G#m] one
stroke, from his [F#] fountain pen, _ he cut [C#m] the last [B] final [F#] thread of hope.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _