Chords for Sergio Mendes - Waters Of March
Tempo:
129 bpm
Chords used:
B
Em
C#
G#m
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[B] [G#m]
[G] [B]
[F] [E]
[A#m] [G#m] A stick, [D#] a stone, it's the end [G#m] of the road.
It's the rest [G] of a stump, [Gm] it's a little [B] alone.
It's a [F] sliver of [Cm] glass, it is life, [E] it's the sun.
It is night, [Em] it is death, it's a trap, [B] it's a gun.
The oak [C#] when it [B] booms, a fox [F] in the thrush.
The night [Em] and the wood, the song [B] of a thrush.
The wood [F#m] of the wind, a cliff, [F] a fall, a [Em] scratch, a [F#] lump.
It is nothing [B] at all, it's the wind [F#m] blowing free.
[B] It's the end [C#] of a slope, it's a beam, [Em] it's a void, it's a [B] hunch, it's a hope.
And the river [F#m] bank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end [Em] of a strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
The foot, [D#] the crown, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [A] of a rope, a slingshot [F#] stone.
A fish, a [B] flash, a [F] silvery glow, a pike, [Em] a bet.
The range [B] of a bow, the bed [C#m] of a well.
The end [F] of a line, the [C#] dismay in the face.
It's a lot, [B] it's a find, a spear, [Bm] a spike.
A point, [G#m] a nail, a drip, [G] a drop.
The end [B] of the tail, a chunk [F#m] load of brick.
[B] In the soft [C#] morning light, the sound [Em] of a shot in the dead of [B] the night.
A mile, [C#m] a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
It's the [Em] thrill, it's the whine, it's the cold, [B] it's the mumps.
The plan [F#m] of the house, the [C#] body in bed, and the car [Em] that got stuck.
It's the mud, [F#] it's the mud.
A [B] donut, a [G#m] bite, a wing, a [Em] hawk, a quail.
The [B] promise of swing and the [F#m] riverbank.
The [B] heart of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the [Em] promise of life, it's [G#] the joy in your heart.
[F]
[D]
[A] [Bm]
[G#m] [G]
[F#] [B] [F]
[E] [C#] [A#m]
[G#m] A [B] snake, a stick, it is [G#m] John, it is Joe.
There's a [G] fool in your hand and a country [B] in your toe.
A point, a twink, a bee, [C#] a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke [B] of night.
A bass [D] in the mountains, a horse [C#m] in the mew.
In the [C#] distance the shells go, three [F#] shadows of dew.
And the [Bm] riverbank talks of the [C#m] waters of March.
It's the [C] promise of life in your heart, [B] in your heart.
A stick, [Bm] a stone, the end [G#m] of the load.
The [C#] ash of a love, a lonesome [F#] load.
A sliver of glass, [B] a lie, [F] a sun, a night, [Em] a death.
The end [B] of the run and the [A] riverbank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
[A]
[C#] [G#m] [D#] [Em]
[B] [F#] A-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way [F#m]-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [C#m]-da-da-way-ya-ba [C]-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way.
[N]
[B] [G#m]
[G] [B]
[F] [E]
[A#m] [G#m] A stick, [D#] a stone, it's the end [G#m] of the road.
It's the rest [G] of a stump, [Gm] it's a little [B] alone.
It's a [F] sliver of [Cm] glass, it is life, [E] it's the sun.
It is night, [Em] it is death, it's a trap, [B] it's a gun.
The oak [C#] when it [B] booms, a fox [F] in the thrush.
The night [Em] and the wood, the song [B] of a thrush.
The wood [F#m] of the wind, a cliff, [F] a fall, a [Em] scratch, a [F#] lump.
It is nothing [B] at all, it's the wind [F#m] blowing free.
[B] It's the end [C#] of a slope, it's a beam, [Em] it's a void, it's a [B] hunch, it's a hope.
And the river [F#m] bank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end [Em] of a strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
The foot, [D#] the crown, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [A] of a rope, a slingshot [F#] stone.
A fish, a [B] flash, a [F] silvery glow, a pike, [Em] a bet.
The range [B] of a bow, the bed [C#m] of a well.
The end [F] of a line, the [C#] dismay in the face.
It's a lot, [B] it's a find, a spear, [Bm] a spike.
A point, [G#m] a nail, a drip, [G] a drop.
The end [B] of the tail, a chunk [F#m] load of brick.
[B] In the soft [C#] morning light, the sound [Em] of a shot in the dead of [B] the night.
A mile, [C#m] a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
It's the [Em] thrill, it's the whine, it's the cold, [B] it's the mumps.
The plan [F#m] of the house, the [C#] body in bed, and the car [Em] that got stuck.
It's the mud, [F#] it's the mud.
A [B] donut, a [G#m] bite, a wing, a [Em] hawk, a quail.
The [B] promise of swing and the [F#m] riverbank.
The [B] heart of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the [Em] promise of life, it's [G#] the joy in your heart.
[F]
[D]
[A] [Bm]
[G#m] [G]
[F#] [B] [F]
[E] [C#] [A#m]
[G#m] A [B] snake, a stick, it is [G#m] John, it is Joe.
There's a [G] fool in your hand and a country [B] in your toe.
A point, a twink, a bee, [C#] a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke [B] of night.
A bass [D] in the mountains, a horse [C#m] in the mew.
In the [C#] distance the shells go, three [F#] shadows of dew.
And the [Bm] riverbank talks of the [C#m] waters of March.
It's the [C] promise of life in your heart, [B] in your heart.
A stick, [Bm] a stone, the end [G#m] of the load.
The [C#] ash of a love, a lonesome [F#] load.
A sliver of glass, [B] a lie, [F] a sun, a night, [Em] a death.
The end [B] of the run and the [A] riverbank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
[A]
[C#] [G#m] [D#] [Em]
[B] [F#] A-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way [F#m]-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [C#m]-da-da-way-ya-ba [C]-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way.
[N]
Key:
B
Em
C#
G#m
F
B
Em
C#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ [G#m] _ A stick, [D#] a stone, it's the end [G#m] of the road.
It's the rest [G] of a stump, [Gm] it's a little [B] alone.
It's a [F] sliver of [Cm] glass, it is life, [E] it's the sun.
It is night, [Em] it is death, it's a trap, [B] it's a gun.
The oak [C#] when it [B] booms, a fox [F] in the thrush.
The night [Em] and the wood, the song [B] of a thrush.
The wood [F#m] of the wind, a cliff, [F] a fall, a [Em] scratch, a [F#] lump.
It is nothing [B] at all, it's the wind [F#m] blowing free.
[B] It's the end [C#] of a slope, it's a beam, [Em] it's a void, it's a [B] hunch, it's a hope.
And the river [F#m] bank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end [Em] of a strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
The foot, [D#] the crown, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [A] of a rope, a slingshot [F#] stone.
A fish, a [B] flash, a [F] silvery glow, a pike, [Em] a bet.
_ The range [B] of a bow, the bed [C#m] of a well.
The end [F] of a line, the [C#] dismay in the face.
It's a lot, [B] it's a find, a spear, [Bm] a spike.
A point, [G#m] a nail, a drip, [G] a drop.
_ The end [B] of the tail, a chunk [F#m] load of brick.
[B] In the soft [C#] morning light, the sound [Em] of a shot in the dead of [B] the night.
A mile, [C#m] a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
It's the [Em] thrill, it's the whine, it's the cold, [B] it's the mumps.
The plan [F#m] of the house, the [C#] body in bed, and the car [Em] that got stuck.
It's the mud, [F#] it's the mud.
A [B] donut, _ a [G#m] bite, a wing, a [Em] hawk, a quail.
The [B] promise of swing and the [F#m] riverbank.
The [B] heart of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the [Em] promise of life, it's [G#] the joy in your heart.
_ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [A#m] _ _
[G#m] _ A [B] snake, a stick, it is [G#m] John, it is Joe.
There's a [G] fool in your hand and a country [B] in your toe.
A point, a twink, a bee, [C#] a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke [B] of night.
A bass [D] in the mountains, a horse [C#m] in the mew.
In the [C#] distance the shells go, three [F#] shadows of dew.
And the [Bm] riverbank talks of the [C#m] waters of March.
It's the [C] promise of life in your heart, [B] in your heart.
A stick, [Bm] a stone, the end [G#m] of the load.
The [C#] ash of a love, a lonesome [F#] load.
A sliver of glass, [B] a lie, [F] a sun, a night, [Em] a death.
The end [B] of the run and the [A] riverbank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy [G#] in your _ heart.
[A] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [G#m] _ _ _ [D#] _ [Em] _ _ _
[B] _ [F#] A-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way [F#m]-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [C#m]-da-da-way-ya-ba [C]-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way.
_ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ [G#m] _ A stick, [D#] a stone, it's the end [G#m] of the road.
It's the rest [G] of a stump, [Gm] it's a little [B] alone.
It's a [F] sliver of [Cm] glass, it is life, [E] it's the sun.
It is night, [Em] it is death, it's a trap, [B] it's a gun.
The oak [C#] when it [B] booms, a fox [F] in the thrush.
The night [Em] and the wood, the song [B] of a thrush.
The wood [F#m] of the wind, a cliff, [F] a fall, a [Em] scratch, a [F#] lump.
It is nothing [B] at all, it's the wind [F#m] blowing free.
[B] It's the end [C#] of a slope, it's a beam, [Em] it's a void, it's a [B] hunch, it's a hope.
And the river [F#m] bank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end [Em] of a strain, it's the joy [G#] in your heart.
The foot, [D#] the crown, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [A] of a rope, a slingshot [F#] stone.
A fish, a [B] flash, a [F] silvery glow, a pike, [Em] a bet.
_ The range [B] of a bow, the bed [C#m] of a well.
The end [F] of a line, the [C#] dismay in the face.
It's a lot, [B] it's a find, a spear, [Bm] a spike.
A point, [G#m] a nail, a drip, [G] a drop.
_ The end [B] of the tail, a chunk [F#m] load of brick.
[B] In the soft [C#] morning light, the sound [Em] of a shot in the dead of [B] the night.
A mile, [C#m] a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
It's the [Em] thrill, it's the whine, it's the cold, [B] it's the mumps.
The plan [F#m] of the house, the [C#] body in bed, and the car [Em] that got stuck.
It's the mud, [F#] it's the mud.
A [B] donut, _ a [G#m] bite, a wing, a [Em] hawk, a quail.
The [B] promise of swing and the [F#m] riverbank.
The [B] heart of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the [Em] promise of life, it's [G#] the joy in your heart.
_ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [A#m] _ _
[G#m] _ A [B] snake, a stick, it is [G#m] John, it is Joe.
There's a [G] fool in your hand and a country [B] in your toe.
A point, a twink, a bee, [C#] a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke [B] of night.
A bass [D] in the mountains, a horse [C#m] in the mew.
In the [C#] distance the shells go, three [F#] shadows of dew.
And the [Bm] riverbank talks of the [C#m] waters of March.
It's the [C] promise of life in your heart, [B] in your heart.
A stick, [Bm] a stone, the end [G#m] of the load.
The [C#] ash of a love, a lonesome [F#] load.
A sliver of glass, [B] a lie, [F] a sun, a night, [Em] a death.
The end [B] of the run and the [A] riverbank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy [G#] in your _ heart.
[A] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [G#m] _ _ _ [D#] _ [Em] _ _ _
[B] _ [F#] A-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way [F#m]-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [C#m]-da-da-way-ya-ba [C]-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way.
_ _ _ _ [N] _