Chords for Rusty Goodman's Last Song
Tempo:
131.6 bpm
Chords used:
Db
Ab
Eb
Gb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] God sends his poets, prophets, troubadours who see what we have missed, [Ab] who [Dbm] warn us lest
we self-destruct, and who fill the songless night with music.
[Gb] They [Bb] surround our [Bbm] alienation with love's [Db] embrace.
They burn through the fog of our oblivion with the piercing light of truth, and they
sing the dream back into our [Bbm] hearts.
They tune our ears to the laughter of [B] children.
They raise our sights [Abm] to lofty [Ab] aspirations.
They help us discriminate between [Db] the tinsel and the true.
[Gb] Poets are the contemplatives in the heart of the [Db] world.
Without them, we would settle into the fatal monotony of our comfort zones and accept the
clouded vision of cataract perception.
Rusty Goodman is such [Ab] a poet troubadour.
[Gb] He sees and helps us to see what we might [Db] have missed.
He notices a grin [Gb] in an elevator and puts value in a handshake.
He reminds the breaking heart that there is promise of the new [Db] dawn and points out to
us battle-weary soldiers [Gb] that we're almost [Db] home.
When we've lost someone we love, Rusty, you've told us of a [Ab] greater love that we can never
lose, a love of our very own.
[Db] We found ourselves [Gb] more than once, because of you, singing at the top of our lungs,
If I could still, I wouldn't take nothing [Db] from my journey now.
And even though we know that for a long time now, you've had leaving on your mind, [Bbm] we're
asking you [F] to stay.
[Bbm] Because we need, and this sick old world needs, what you are to us.
[G] A lover, a [Db] visionary, a dreamer, [Ab] a poet.
We need you here, to walk with us [Gb] and sing your pilgrim song.
[Db]
[Ebm] [Fm] [Gb]
[Db] I remember just being a young kid and standing backstage and hearing him [N] sing those beautiful songs.
I remember something stirring in me when I was a kid, you know, that made me love that music.
Made me want to sing, you know.
[G] [D] And her dad would sing.
One last song for the panel.
I'll pull on from where he's, and
[A]
reach.
[D] He says, before that period ends, grow up and you'll see.
And life matters not, [A] for you [D] and me.
[Ab]
I'll [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] be here to be your [Ab]
[D] [Eb]
[Bb] hope.
[Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] I'll be here to be your
[Bb] [Eb] hope.
[Ab] I'll [Eb] be here to be your hope.
[Bb] [Eb] [N]
we self-destruct, and who fill the songless night with music.
[Gb] They [Bb] surround our [Bbm] alienation with love's [Db] embrace.
They burn through the fog of our oblivion with the piercing light of truth, and they
sing the dream back into our [Bbm] hearts.
They tune our ears to the laughter of [B] children.
They raise our sights [Abm] to lofty [Ab] aspirations.
They help us discriminate between [Db] the tinsel and the true.
[Gb] Poets are the contemplatives in the heart of the [Db] world.
Without them, we would settle into the fatal monotony of our comfort zones and accept the
clouded vision of cataract perception.
Rusty Goodman is such [Ab] a poet troubadour.
[Gb] He sees and helps us to see what we might [Db] have missed.
He notices a grin [Gb] in an elevator and puts value in a handshake.
He reminds the breaking heart that there is promise of the new [Db] dawn and points out to
us battle-weary soldiers [Gb] that we're almost [Db] home.
When we've lost someone we love, Rusty, you've told us of a [Ab] greater love that we can never
lose, a love of our very own.
[Db] We found ourselves [Gb] more than once, because of you, singing at the top of our lungs,
If I could still, I wouldn't take nothing [Db] from my journey now.
And even though we know that for a long time now, you've had leaving on your mind, [Bbm] we're
asking you [F] to stay.
[Bbm] Because we need, and this sick old world needs, what you are to us.
[G] A lover, a [Db] visionary, a dreamer, [Ab] a poet.
We need you here, to walk with us [Gb] and sing your pilgrim song.
[Db]
[Ebm] [Fm] [Gb]
[Db] I remember just being a young kid and standing backstage and hearing him [N] sing those beautiful songs.
I remember something stirring in me when I was a kid, you know, that made me love that music.
Made me want to sing, you know.
[G] [D] And her dad would sing.
One last song for the panel.
I'll pull on from where he's, and
[A]
reach.
[D] He says, before that period ends, grow up and you'll see.
And life matters not, [A] for you [D] and me.
[Ab]
I'll [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] be here to be your [Ab]
[D] [Eb]
[Bb] hope.
[Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] I'll be here to be your
[Bb] [Eb] hope.
[Ab] I'll [Eb] be here to be your hope.
[Bb] [Eb] [N]
Key:
Db
Ab
Eb
Gb
Bb
Db
Ab
Eb
[Bb] God sends his poets, prophets, troubadours who see what we have missed, [Ab] who [Dbm] warn us lest
we self-destruct, and who fill the songless night with music.
[Gb] _ They [Bb] surround our [Bbm] alienation with love's [Db] embrace.
They burn through the fog of our oblivion with the piercing light of truth, and they
sing the dream back into our [Bbm] hearts.
They tune our ears to the laughter of [B] children.
They raise our sights [Abm] to lofty [Ab] aspirations.
They help us discriminate between [Db] the tinsel and the true.
_ _ [Gb] Poets are the contemplatives in the heart of the [Db] world.
Without them, we would settle into the fatal monotony of our comfort zones and accept the
clouded vision of cataract perception.
_ Rusty Goodman is such [Ab] a poet troubadour.
[Gb] He sees and helps us to see what we might [Db] have missed.
_ He notices a grin [Gb] in an elevator and puts value in a handshake.
He reminds the breaking heart that there is promise of the new [Db] dawn and points out to
us battle-weary soldiers [Gb] that we're almost [Db] home.
_ When we've lost someone we love, _ Rusty, you've told us of a [Ab] greater love that we can never
lose, a love of our very own.
_ [Db] We found ourselves [Gb] more than once, because of you, singing at the top of our lungs,
If I could still, I wouldn't take nothing [Db] from my journey now. _
And even though we know that for a long time now, _ you've had leaving on your mind, _ [Bbm] we're
asking you [F] to stay.
_ _ [Bbm] Because we need, _ and this sick old world needs, what you are to us.
[G] _ A lover, _ _ a [Db] visionary, _ _ a dreamer, _ [Ab] a poet.
_ _ We need you here, _ to walk with us [Gb] and sing your pilgrim song.
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Gb] _ _
[Db] _ _ I remember just being a young kid and standing backstage and hearing him [N] sing those beautiful songs.
I remember _ _ something _ _ stirring in me when I was a kid, you know, _ that made me love that music.
_ _ Made me want to sing, you know.
[G] _ _ [D] And her dad would sing.
One last song for the panel. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll pull on _ from where _ he's, _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
reach.
_ _ _ [D] He says, before that period ends, grow _ up and you'll see.
_ _ And life matters not, _ [A] for you [D] and _ me.
_ _ _ [Ab]
I'll [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] [Eb] be here to be your [Ab] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ hope. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] I'll be _ here to be your _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ hope. _
_ [Ab] I'll [Eb] be here to be your hope.
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
we self-destruct, and who fill the songless night with music.
[Gb] _ They [Bb] surround our [Bbm] alienation with love's [Db] embrace.
They burn through the fog of our oblivion with the piercing light of truth, and they
sing the dream back into our [Bbm] hearts.
They tune our ears to the laughter of [B] children.
They raise our sights [Abm] to lofty [Ab] aspirations.
They help us discriminate between [Db] the tinsel and the true.
_ _ [Gb] Poets are the contemplatives in the heart of the [Db] world.
Without them, we would settle into the fatal monotony of our comfort zones and accept the
clouded vision of cataract perception.
_ Rusty Goodman is such [Ab] a poet troubadour.
[Gb] He sees and helps us to see what we might [Db] have missed.
_ He notices a grin [Gb] in an elevator and puts value in a handshake.
He reminds the breaking heart that there is promise of the new [Db] dawn and points out to
us battle-weary soldiers [Gb] that we're almost [Db] home.
_ When we've lost someone we love, _ Rusty, you've told us of a [Ab] greater love that we can never
lose, a love of our very own.
_ [Db] We found ourselves [Gb] more than once, because of you, singing at the top of our lungs,
If I could still, I wouldn't take nothing [Db] from my journey now. _
And even though we know that for a long time now, _ you've had leaving on your mind, _ [Bbm] we're
asking you [F] to stay.
_ _ [Bbm] Because we need, _ and this sick old world needs, what you are to us.
[G] _ A lover, _ _ a [Db] visionary, _ _ a dreamer, _ [Ab] a poet.
_ _ We need you here, _ to walk with us [Gb] and sing your pilgrim song.
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Gb] _ _
[Db] _ _ I remember just being a young kid and standing backstage and hearing him [N] sing those beautiful songs.
I remember _ _ something _ _ stirring in me when I was a kid, you know, _ that made me love that music.
_ _ Made me want to sing, you know.
[G] _ _ [D] And her dad would sing.
One last song for the panel. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'll pull on _ from where _ he's, _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
reach.
_ _ _ [D] He says, before that period ends, grow _ up and you'll see.
_ _ And life matters not, _ [A] for you [D] and _ me.
_ _ _ [Ab]
I'll [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] [Eb] be here to be your [Ab] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ hope. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] I'll be _ here to be your _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ hope. _
_ [Ab] I'll [Eb] be here to be your hope.
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _