Chords for Paul Simon - The Cool, Cool River
Tempo:
111 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
D
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Moose like fist traffic, [C#] anger and no one can heal it.
Shoves a little bump to the momentum, it's just a little dump but you feel it in [G#m] the
creases [F#] and the shadows.
Oh, [A] there's a rattling deep [G#] emotion.
[A]
[F#m] Cool river, oh, [G#m]
sweeps the wild [F#m] white ocean.
[A]
[C#] Yes, boss, the government handshake.
[F#] Yes, boss, the [A] crusher of language.
Yes, boss, misty still water, face at the edge of bank.
[A] Oh, [C#] cool [A] river, [G#m] oh, [A] cool river.
I believe in the [C#m] future.
[D] I may [A] live [A] in my [F#] car.
My radio [F#m] tuned to [A] the [D]
voice [F#] of the star.
Song dogs barking at the break [F#m] of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the [A] thunderstorm.
[E]
These old hopes and [F#m] fears still at my [A]
side.
[F#] Anger and no one can heal it, slides through the metal detector.
This like a mole in a motel, slide, slide, projector.
[A] Oh, cool river, oh, [G#m] sweeps the wild white [A] ocean.
The rage, the rage of love turns inward.
Prayers [F#m] of devotion.
[A]
These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness.
These prayers are, these prayers are the memory [C#] of God.
[A] [E] The memory
[A] of God.
I believe in [F#m] the future.
[D] We [A] shall suffer the [F#] war.
[E] Maybe not in my [F#m] lifetime.
But [A] in [D] yours, [E] I feel sure.
Song [A] dogs barking at the break of [F#m] dawn, lightning pushes the [D] edges of the [A] thunderstorm.
[E] And [D] these streets, [A] quiet as a sleeping army, send [E] their battered dreams [A] to [F#m] heaven.
[D] To heaven.
For the mother's [A] restless son, who is a witness to, [D] who is a warrior.
Who denies his urge [A] to break and run.
Who says, hard times I'm used to them.
The speeding planet burns, I'm [D] used to them.
My life's so common it [A] disappears.
And sometimes, [A] even music [B] cannot substitute for tears.
[A]
Moose like fist traffic, [C#] anger and no one can heal it.
Shoves a little bump to the momentum, it's just a little dump but you feel it in [G#m] the
creases [F#] and the shadows.
Oh, [A] there's a rattling deep [G#] emotion.
[A]
[F#m] Cool river, oh, [G#m]
sweeps the wild [F#m] white ocean.
[A]
[C#] Yes, boss, the government handshake.
[F#] Yes, boss, the [A] crusher of language.
Yes, boss, misty still water, face at the edge of bank.
[A] Oh, [C#] cool [A] river, [G#m] oh, [A] cool river.
I believe in the [C#m] future.
[D] I may [A] live [A] in my [F#] car.
My radio [F#m] tuned to [A] the [D]
voice [F#] of the star.
Song dogs barking at the break [F#m] of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the [A] thunderstorm.
[E]
These old hopes and [F#m] fears still at my [A]
side.
[F#] Anger and no one can heal it, slides through the metal detector.
This like a mole in a motel, slide, slide, projector.
[A] Oh, cool river, oh, [G#m] sweeps the wild white [A] ocean.
The rage, the rage of love turns inward.
Prayers [F#m] of devotion.
[A]
These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness.
These prayers are, these prayers are the memory [C#] of God.
[A] [E] The memory
[A] of God.
I believe in [F#m] the future.
[D] We [A] shall suffer the [F#] war.
[E] Maybe not in my [F#m] lifetime.
But [A] in [D] yours, [E] I feel sure.
Song [A] dogs barking at the break of [F#m] dawn, lightning pushes the [D] edges of the [A] thunderstorm.
[E] And [D] these streets, [A] quiet as a sleeping army, send [E] their battered dreams [A] to [F#m] heaven.
[D] To heaven.
For the mother's [A] restless son, who is a witness to, [D] who is a warrior.
Who denies his urge [A] to break and run.
Who says, hard times I'm used to them.
The speeding planet burns, I'm [D] used to them.
My life's so common it [A] disappears.
And sometimes, [A] even music [B] cannot substitute for tears.
[A]
Key:
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_ _ _ Moose like fist traffic, [C#] anger and no one can heal it.
Shoves a little bump to the momentum, it's just a little dump but you feel it in [G#m] the
creases [F#] and the shadows.
_ Oh, [A] there's a rattling deep [G#] emotion.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] Cool river, oh, [G#m]
sweeps the wild [F#m] white ocean.
[A] _ _ _
[C#] Yes, boss, the government handshake.
[F#] Yes, boss, the [A] crusher of language.
Yes, boss, misty still water, face at the edge of bank.
_ [A] Oh, [C#] _ cool [A] river, _ [G#m] _ oh, [A] _ _ cool river. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I believe _ in the [C#m] future.
_ [D] I may [A] _ live [A] in my [F#] car.
_ My _ _ radio [F#m] tuned to [A] the _ [D] _
voice [F#] of the star.
_ _ Song dogs barking at the break [F#m] of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the [A] thunderstorm. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
These old hopes and [F#m] fears still at my [A]
side. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] Anger and no one can heal it, slides through the metal detector.
This like a mole in a motel, slide, slide, projector.
[A] _ Oh, _ cool river, oh, [G#m] _ sweeps the wild white [A] ocean.
_ _ The _ rage, the rage of love turns inward. _ _
Prayers [F#m] of devotion.
[A] _ _ _
These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness.
These prayers are, these prayers are the memory _ _ _ _ _ [C#] of God.
[A] _ _ [E] The memory _
_ _ [A] _ of God. _ _
_ _ I believe in [F#m] the future.
[D] We [A] shall suffer the [F#] war.
_ _ [E] Maybe not in my [F#m] lifetime.
But [A] in [D] yours, [E] I feel sure.
_ Song [A] dogs barking at the break of [F#m] dawn, lightning pushes the [D] edges of the [A] thunderstorm. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ And [D] these streets, _ [A] quiet as a sleeping army, send [E] their battered dreams [A] to _ [F#m] heaven.
_ [D] To heaven.
_ For the mother's [A] restless son, who is a witness to, [D] who is a warrior. _ _
Who denies his urge [A] to break and run.
Who says, hard times I'm used to them.
The speeding planet burns, I'm [D] used to them.
My life's so common it [A] disappears. _
And sometimes, _ _ _ _ [A] even music _ [B] cannot substitute for tears.
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_ _ _ Moose like fist traffic, [C#] anger and no one can heal it.
Shoves a little bump to the momentum, it's just a little dump but you feel it in [G#m] the
creases [F#] and the shadows.
_ Oh, [A] there's a rattling deep [G#] emotion.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] Cool river, oh, [G#m]
sweeps the wild [F#m] white ocean.
[A] _ _ _
[C#] Yes, boss, the government handshake.
[F#] Yes, boss, the [A] crusher of language.
Yes, boss, misty still water, face at the edge of bank.
_ [A] Oh, [C#] _ cool [A] river, _ [G#m] _ oh, [A] _ _ cool river. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I believe _ in the [C#m] future.
_ [D] I may [A] _ live [A] in my [F#] car.
_ My _ _ radio [F#m] tuned to [A] the _ [D] _
voice [F#] of the star.
_ _ Song dogs barking at the break [F#m] of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the [A] thunderstorm. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
These old hopes and [F#m] fears still at my [A]
side. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] Anger and no one can heal it, slides through the metal detector.
This like a mole in a motel, slide, slide, projector.
[A] _ Oh, _ cool river, oh, [G#m] _ sweeps the wild white [A] ocean.
_ _ The _ rage, the rage of love turns inward. _ _
Prayers [F#m] of devotion.
[A] _ _ _
These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness.
These prayers are, these prayers are the memory _ _ _ _ _ [C#] of God.
[A] _ _ [E] The memory _
_ _ [A] _ of God. _ _
_ _ I believe in [F#m] the future.
[D] We [A] shall suffer the [F#] war.
_ _ [E] Maybe not in my [F#m] lifetime.
But [A] in [D] yours, [E] I feel sure.
_ Song [A] dogs barking at the break of [F#m] dawn, lightning pushes the [D] edges of the [A] thunderstorm. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ And [D] these streets, _ [A] quiet as a sleeping army, send [E] their battered dreams [A] to _ [F#m] heaven.
_ [D] To heaven.
_ For the mother's [A] restless son, who is a witness to, [D] who is a warrior. _ _
Who denies his urge [A] to break and run.
Who says, hard times I'm used to them.
The speeding planet burns, I'm [D] used to them.
My life's so common it [A] disappears. _
And sometimes, _ _ _ _ [A] even music _ [B] cannot substitute for tears.
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