Chords for The Days of Old Khancoban ..Trevor Knight
Tempo:
126.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E] [D#] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
I'm sitting here with memories, [B] reading letters from old friends,
[A] Dreaming I am back [E] with my [B] pals [F#m] once more, in the good times [B] once again.
I [E] see the mountain trails we used to ride, [A] and the Murray [E] River flowing,
[A] Where once stood the [C#m] homestead of mine, in [A] the [B] days of [E] old Cancoban.
[A] Memories, [G#m] sweet memories, of the [A] days when [B] we [E] were younger,
We'd ride a [A] hundred miles, [G#m] for a lady's smile, [F#] to a dance, a tum [B]-barumber.
I [E] hear the hardening strains of bubble chains, [A] and bells on cattle [E] rolling,
[A] As down the too [E] long [B] track [C#m] I ride, [A] going [B] home to old [E] Cancoban.
[A] [E] [B] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
Hoofbeats echo down the range, [B] from Brumbis on the run,
[E]
[A] White-faced [E] cattle [B] string [C#m] along, through [F#m] the mist in the [B] morning sun,
[E] Where the Gee-High River meets the Murray, with [A] a song that [E] never ends,
Like [A] the [E] everlasting [B] mateship [C#m] there, [F#m] in the [B] handshake of [E] a friend.
[A] Memories, [G#m] sweet melodies, of [A] the songs [B] we sang [E] together,
We [A] were mustering then, with [G#m] the best of men, [F#] and shared the saddle [B] leather.
What [E] a welcome sight, when we were riding back, to [A] the homestead fire [E] glowing,
Through [A] the dark of the night, to see the [F#m] guiding [C#m] light, [A] of [E] [B] home in old [E] Cancoban.
[A] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [G#] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [B] [C#m]
[F#m] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [D#] [C#m]
[F#m] [B] [E]
[A]
[N]
[A] [B] [E]
I'm sitting here with memories, [B] reading letters from old friends,
[A] Dreaming I am back [E] with my [B] pals [F#m] once more, in the good times [B] once again.
I [E] see the mountain trails we used to ride, [A] and the Murray [E] River flowing,
[A] Where once stood the [C#m] homestead of mine, in [A] the [B] days of [E] old Cancoban.
[A] Memories, [G#m] sweet memories, of the [A] days when [B] we [E] were younger,
We'd ride a [A] hundred miles, [G#m] for a lady's smile, [F#] to a dance, a tum [B]-barumber.
I [E] hear the hardening strains of bubble chains, [A] and bells on cattle [E] rolling,
[A] As down the too [E] long [B] track [C#m] I ride, [A] going [B] home to old [E] Cancoban.
[A] [E] [B] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
Hoofbeats echo down the range, [B] from Brumbis on the run,
[E]
[A] White-faced [E] cattle [B] string [C#m] along, through [F#m] the mist in the [B] morning sun,
[E] Where the Gee-High River meets the Murray, with [A] a song that [E] never ends,
Like [A] the [E] everlasting [B] mateship [C#m] there, [F#m] in the [B] handshake of [E] a friend.
[A] Memories, [G#m] sweet melodies, of [A] the songs [B] we sang [E] together,
We [A] were mustering then, with [G#m] the best of men, [F#] and shared the saddle [B] leather.
What [E] a welcome sight, when we were riding back, to [A] the homestead fire [E] glowing,
Through [A] the dark of the night, to see the [F#m] guiding [C#m] light, [A] of [E] [B] home in old [E] Cancoban.
[A] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [G#] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [B] [C#m]
[F#m] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [D#] [C#m]
[F#m] [B] [E]
[A]
[N]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
E
A
B
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
I'm sitting here with memories, [B] reading letters from old friends,
[A] Dreaming I am back [E] with my [B] pals [F#m] once more, in the good times [B] once again.
I [E] see the mountain trails we used to ride, [A] and the Murray _ [E] River flowing,
[A] Where once stood the [C#m] homestead of mine, in [A] the [B] days of [E] old _ Cancoban.
[A] _ Memories, [G#m] sweet memories, of the [A] days when [B] we [E] were younger,
We'd ride a [A] hundred miles, [G#m] for a lady's smile, [F#] to a dance, a tum [B]-barumber.
_ I [E] hear the hardening strains of bubble chains, [A] and bells on cattle [E] rolling, _
[A] As down the too [E] long [B] track [C#m] I ride, [A] going [B] home to old [E] _ Cancoban. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ Hoofbeats echo down the range, [B] from Brumbis on the run,
_ [E] _ _
[A] White-faced [E] cattle [B] string [C#m] along, through [F#m] the mist in the [B] morning sun,
_ [E] Where the Gee-High River meets the Murray, with [A] a song that [E] never ends,
Like [A] the _ [E] everlasting [B] mateship [C#m] there, [F#m] in the [B] handshake of [E] a friend. _ _
[A] _ Memories, [G#m] sweet melodies, of [A] the songs [B] we sang [E] together,
We [A] were mustering then, with [G#m] the best of men, [F#] and shared the saddle [B] leather.
_ What [E] a welcome sight, when we were riding back, to [A] the homestead fire [E] glowing,
Through [A] the dark of the night, to see the [F#m] guiding [C#m] light, [A] of [E] [B] home in old [E] _ Cancoban. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G#] _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
I'm sitting here with memories, [B] reading letters from old friends,
[A] Dreaming I am back [E] with my [B] pals [F#m] once more, in the good times [B] once again.
I [E] see the mountain trails we used to ride, [A] and the Murray _ [E] River flowing,
[A] Where once stood the [C#m] homestead of mine, in [A] the [B] days of [E] old _ Cancoban.
[A] _ Memories, [G#m] sweet memories, of the [A] days when [B] we [E] were younger,
We'd ride a [A] hundred miles, [G#m] for a lady's smile, [F#] to a dance, a tum [B]-barumber.
_ I [E] hear the hardening strains of bubble chains, [A] and bells on cattle [E] rolling, _
[A] As down the too [E] long [B] track [C#m] I ride, [A] going [B] home to old [E] _ Cancoban. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ Hoofbeats echo down the range, [B] from Brumbis on the run,
_ [E] _ _
[A] White-faced [E] cattle [B] string [C#m] along, through [F#m] the mist in the [B] morning sun,
_ [E] Where the Gee-High River meets the Murray, with [A] a song that [E] never ends,
Like [A] the _ [E] everlasting [B] mateship [C#m] there, [F#m] in the [B] handshake of [E] a friend. _ _
[A] _ Memories, [G#m] sweet melodies, of [A] the songs [B] we sang [E] together,
We [A] were mustering then, with [G#m] the best of men, [F#] and shared the saddle [B] leather.
_ What [E] a welcome sight, when we were riding back, to [A] the homestead fire [E] glowing,
Through [A] the dark of the night, to see the [F#m] guiding [C#m] light, [A] of [E] [B] home in old [E] _ Cancoban. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G#] _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _