Chords for Patti Smith - Gone Again
Tempo:
87.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
Bb
F
Eb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
Hey now, man's own kin, we commend into the wind.
Grateful arms, grateful limbs, grateful soul is born again.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, my world is born again.
I have a winter's tale, of agring hearts relayed through veil.
So that seed into the wind, sees the sky in the corner again.
And the sleep blue guided night, the red dawn to him on high.
Should I flit into the sun, but bliss I suppose never [Cm] comes.
[C] Hey [Bb] now, man's own [G] kin, [F] we commend into [C] the wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful [C] limbs, [F] grateful heart [Eb] is born [C] again.
[Cm] [Eb] [C] Hear a man, man's own kin, [Cm] who turned his back on his own people.
[C] Shattered, and fell on his knees [Eb] before the burning [Cm] flame.
And he beheld [C] fields of gold, his land, his sun.
[Cm] And he rose, his blood, [C] flame, clouds, dressed [Eb] with handprints, stained.
[C] One last breath, the sky is high, the hungry earth, the empty vein, the ashes rain.
Death's own bed, man's own kin, into the wind.
One last breath, holding light, blood not tied, great undone, child born, the hollow horn, the warrior's side, the warrior's side.
One last breath, the labor's clean, the spirit moans, the spirit's shed, the heaven's dead.
Man's own kin, grips the sky and is gonna dance.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the [C] wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful limbs, [F] grateful heart [C] is born again.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the wind.
[C] Grateful [Bb] arms, grateful limbs, [F] grateful [C] man is born again.
Hey now, man's own kin, we commend into the wind.
Grateful arms, grateful limbs, grateful soul is born again.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, my world is born again.
I have a winter's tale, of agring hearts relayed through veil.
So that seed into the wind, sees the sky in the corner again.
And the sleep blue guided night, the red dawn to him on high.
Should I flit into the sun, but bliss I suppose never [Cm] comes.
[C] Hey [Bb] now, man's own [G] kin, [F] we commend into [C] the wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful [C] limbs, [F] grateful heart [Eb] is born [C] again.
[Cm] [Eb] [C] Hear a man, man's own kin, [Cm] who turned his back on his own people.
[C] Shattered, and fell on his knees [Eb] before the burning [Cm] flame.
And he beheld [C] fields of gold, his land, his sun.
[Cm] And he rose, his blood, [C] flame, clouds, dressed [Eb] with handprints, stained.
[C] One last breath, the sky is high, the hungry earth, the empty vein, the ashes rain.
Death's own bed, man's own kin, into the wind.
One last breath, holding light, blood not tied, great undone, child born, the hollow horn, the warrior's side, the warrior's side.
One last breath, the labor's clean, the spirit moans, the spirit's shed, the heaven's dead.
Man's own kin, grips the sky and is gonna dance.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the [C] wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful limbs, [F] grateful heart [C] is born again.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the wind.
[C] Grateful [Bb] arms, grateful limbs, [F] grateful [C] man is born again.
Key:
C
Bb
F
Eb
Cm
C
Bb
F
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Hey now, man's own kin, we commend into the wind.
Grateful arms, grateful limbs, grateful soul is born again.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, my world is born again. _
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I have a winter's tale, of agring hearts relayed through veil.
So that seed into the wind, sees the sky in the corner again.
And the sleep blue guided night, the red dawn to him on high.
Should I flit into the sun, but bliss I suppose never [Cm] comes.
[C] Hey [Bb] now, man's own [G] kin, [F] we commend into [C] the wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful [C] limbs, [F] grateful heart [Eb] is born [C] again. _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [C] Hear a man, _ man's own kin, [Cm] who turned his back on his own people.
_ [C] Shattered, and fell on his knees [Eb] before the burning [Cm] flame.
And he beheld [C] fields of gold, his land, his sun.
[Cm] And he rose, his blood, [C] flame, _ clouds, dressed [Eb] with handprints, stained. _
_ [C] One last breath, the sky is high, the hungry earth, the empty vein, the ashes rain.
Death's own bed, man's own kin, into the wind.
One last breath, holding light, blood not tied, great undone, child born, the hollow horn, the warrior's side, the warrior's side.
One last breath, the labor's clean, the spirit moans, the spirit's shed, the heaven's dead.
Man's own kin, grips the sky and is gonna dance.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the [C] wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful limbs, [F] grateful heart [C] is born again.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the wind.
[C] Grateful [Bb] arms, grateful limbs, [F] grateful [C] man is born again. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Hey now, man's own kin, we commend into the wind.
Grateful arms, grateful limbs, grateful soul is born again.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, my world is born again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I have a winter's tale, of agring hearts relayed through veil.
So that seed into the wind, sees the sky in the corner again.
And the sleep blue guided night, the red dawn to him on high.
Should I flit into the sun, but bliss I suppose never [Cm] comes.
[C] Hey [Bb] now, man's own [G] kin, [F] we commend into [C] the wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful [C] limbs, [F] grateful heart [Eb] is born [C] again. _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [C] Hear a man, _ man's own kin, [Cm] who turned his back on his own people.
_ [C] Shattered, and fell on his knees [Eb] before the burning [Cm] flame.
And he beheld [C] fields of gold, his land, his sun.
[Cm] And he rose, his blood, [C] flame, _ clouds, dressed [Eb] with handprints, stained. _
_ [C] One last breath, the sky is high, the hungry earth, the empty vein, the ashes rain.
Death's own bed, man's own kin, into the wind.
One last breath, holding light, blood not tied, great undone, child born, the hollow horn, the warrior's side, the warrior's side.
One last breath, the labor's clean, the spirit moans, the spirit's shed, the heaven's dead.
Man's own kin, grips the sky and is gonna dance.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the [C] wind.
Grateful arms, [Bb] grateful limbs, [F] grateful heart [C] is born again.
Hey now, [Bb] man's own kin, [F] kneel it down [Eb] into the wind.
[C] Grateful [Bb] arms, grateful limbs, [F] grateful [C] man is born again. _ _ _
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