The Talking Leaves Chords by Johnny Cash
Tempo:
106.1 bpm
Chords used:
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D
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Sequoia's winters were sixteen.
Silent tongue, [D] spirit clean, [A] he walked at his father's side.
Across the smoking battleground were red and [E] white men lay all [A] around.
So many here had died.
The wind had scattered around snow-white [D] leaves upon the [A] ground,
not [E] leaves like [A] leaves from trees.
Sequoia said, What can this be?
[D] What's this strange [A] thing here I see?
From where come leaves like these?
Sequoia turned [D] to his father's eyes [A] and he said, Father, you are wise.
Just from where come such snow-white leaves?
With [E] such strange [A] marks upon these squares, not even the wise owl could put them there.
So strange, these snow-white leaves.
[D]
His father, shielding his concern, resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned,
crumbled [D] the snow-white leaves.
[A] He said, When I explain, then it's done.
These are talking leaves, my son, the white [D] man's talking leaves.
[A] The white man takes a berry of black and red and an eagle's feather from the eaglet's [E] bed,
and he makes [A] bird-track marks.
And the marks on the leaves, they say, carry messages to his brother [D] far away.
[A] And his brother knows what's in his heart.
They see these marks and they understand the [D] truth in the heart of the [A] far-off man.
The enemies can't hear them.
Said Sequoia's father, Son, they [D] weave bad medicine [A] on these talking leaves.
Leave such things to them.
Then Sequoia, [E] walking lightly, [A] followed his father quietly.
But so amazed was [E] he.
If the white man talks on [D] leaves, [A] why not the Cherokee?
Banished from his [D] father's face, [A] Sequoia went from place to place.
But he could not forget.
Year after year, he worked on and on, [D] till finally he [A] cut into stone the Cherokee alphabet.
Sequoia's hair by now [E] was white.
[A]
His eyes [A] began to lose their light.
But he taught all who would believe that the Indians' thoughts could be written down,
just as the white man's there on the ground.
And he left us these talking leaves.
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[A]
Sequoia's winters were sixteen.
Silent tongue, [D] spirit clean, [A] he walked at his father's side.
Across the smoking battleground were red and [E] white men lay all [A] around.
So many here had died.
The wind had scattered around snow-white [D] leaves upon the [A] ground,
not [E] leaves like [A] leaves from trees.
Sequoia said, What can this be?
[D] What's this strange [A] thing here I see?
From where come leaves like these?
Sequoia turned [D] to his father's eyes [A] and he said, Father, you are wise.
Just from where come such snow-white leaves?
With [E] such strange [A] marks upon these squares, not even the wise owl could put them there.
So strange, these snow-white leaves.
[D]
His father, shielding his concern, resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned,
crumbled [D] the snow-white leaves.
[A] He said, When I explain, then it's done.
These are talking leaves, my son, the white [D] man's talking leaves.
[A] The white man takes a berry of black and red and an eagle's feather from the eaglet's [E] bed,
and he makes [A] bird-track marks.
And the marks on the leaves, they say, carry messages to his brother [D] far away.
[A] And his brother knows what's in his heart.
They see these marks and they understand the [D] truth in the heart of the [A] far-off man.
The enemies can't hear them.
Said Sequoia's father, Son, they [D] weave bad medicine [A] on these talking leaves.
Leave such things to them.
Then Sequoia, [E] walking lightly, [A] followed his father quietly.
But so amazed was [E] he.
If the white man talks on [D] leaves, [A] why not the Cherokee?
Banished from his [D] father's face, [A] Sequoia went from place to place.
But he could not forget.
Year after year, he worked on and on, [D] till finally he [A] cut into stone the Cherokee alphabet.
Sequoia's hair by now [E] was white.
[A]
His eyes [A] began to lose their light.
But he taught all who would believe that the Indians' thoughts could be written down,
just as the white man's there on the ground.
And he left us these talking leaves.
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_ Sequoia's winters were sixteen.
Silent tongue, [D] spirit clean, [A] he walked at his father's side. _
_ Across the smoking battleground were red and [E] white men lay all [A] around.
So many here had died.
_ The wind had scattered around snow-white [D] leaves upon the [A] ground,
not [E] leaves like [A] leaves from trees.
_ Sequoia said, What can this be?
[D] What's this strange [A] thing here I see?
From where come leaves like these? _ _ _ _
_ Sequoia turned [D] to his father's eyes [A] and he said, Father, you are wise.
Just from where come such snow-white leaves?
_ With [E] such strange [A] marks upon these squares, not even the wise owl could put them there.
_ So strange, these snow-white leaves.
_ [D] _
His father, shielding his concern, _ resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned,
_ crumbled [D] the snow-white leaves.
[A] He said, When I explain, then it's done.
These are talking leaves, my son, the white [D] man's talking leaves.
[A] _ _ The white man takes a berry of black and red and an eagle's feather from the eaglet's [E] bed,
and he makes [A] bird-track marks.
_ And the marks on the leaves, they say, carry messages to his brother [D] far away.
[A] And his brother knows what's in his heart. _ _
_ _ They see these marks and they understand the [D] truth in the heart of the [A] far-off man.
The enemies can't hear them.
_ Said Sequoia's father, Son, they [D] weave bad medicine [A] on these talking leaves.
_ Leave such things to them. _ _ _
Then Sequoia, [E] walking lightly, _ [A] followed his father quietly.
But so amazed was [E] he.
If the white man talks on [D] leaves, [A] why not the Cherokee? _ _ _
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Banished from his [D] father's face, [A] Sequoia went from place to place.
But he could not forget.
_ Year after year, he worked on and on, [D] till finally he [A] cut into stone the Cherokee alphabet. _ _ _ _ _
Sequoia's hair by now [E] was white.
[A]
His eyes [A] began to lose their light.
But he taught all who would believe that the Indians' thoughts could be written down,
just as the white man's there on the ground.
And he left us these talking leaves.
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_ Sequoia's winters were sixteen.
Silent tongue, [D] spirit clean, [A] he walked at his father's side. _
_ Across the smoking battleground were red and [E] white men lay all [A] around.
So many here had died.
_ The wind had scattered around snow-white [D] leaves upon the [A] ground,
not [E] leaves like [A] leaves from trees.
_ Sequoia said, What can this be?
[D] What's this strange [A] thing here I see?
From where come leaves like these? _ _ _ _
_ Sequoia turned [D] to his father's eyes [A] and he said, Father, you are wise.
Just from where come such snow-white leaves?
_ With [E] such strange [A] marks upon these squares, not even the wise owl could put them there.
_ So strange, these snow-white leaves.
_ [D] _
His father, shielding his concern, _ resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned,
_ crumbled [D] the snow-white leaves.
[A] He said, When I explain, then it's done.
These are talking leaves, my son, the white [D] man's talking leaves.
[A] _ _ The white man takes a berry of black and red and an eagle's feather from the eaglet's [E] bed,
and he makes [A] bird-track marks.
_ And the marks on the leaves, they say, carry messages to his brother [D] far away.
[A] And his brother knows what's in his heart. _ _
_ _ They see these marks and they understand the [D] truth in the heart of the [A] far-off man.
The enemies can't hear them.
_ Said Sequoia's father, Son, they [D] weave bad medicine [A] on these talking leaves.
_ Leave such things to them. _ _ _
Then Sequoia, [E] walking lightly, _ [A] followed his father quietly.
But so amazed was [E] he.
If the white man talks on [D] leaves, [A] why not the Cherokee? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Banished from his [D] father's face, [A] Sequoia went from place to place.
But he could not forget.
_ Year after year, he worked on and on, [D] till finally he [A] cut into stone the Cherokee alphabet. _ _ _ _ _
Sequoia's hair by now [E] was white.
[A]
His eyes [A] began to lose their light.
But he taught all who would believe that the Indians' thoughts could be written down,
just as the white man's there on the ground.
And he left us these talking leaves.
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