Chords for Towards the Sunset - Pat & Joe Byrne
Tempo:
98.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
E
C
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[Am] [G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
[C] A swing [E] our head round, we're heading [G] up the bay.
A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
Towards the [D]
sunset in [E] search of yesterday.
[Am]
[G] All cares will vanish [C]
as soon as we [G] clear Bartow.
And the [E] seven comers that roll there day by [A] day.
[G] We're joined again [C] with those who [G] sail before us.
Toward [A] [D] Chaparral our roads to go.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
A [E] swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the sunset in search of yesterday.
[G] Our thoughts go back now [C] to those [G] Trimyangi bankers.
[E] Taking bait on for George's oar [G] of royal.
And the sung sung men [C] like those who [G] sailed from Brulee.
Bound [D] for St.
Peter's in the springtime [G] of the year.
Lost in the mizzare [C] the ghosts of [G] sturdy hunters.
[E] Huttos of old keep us searching [G] for the [E] whale.
[G] And the ghostly fleet [C] forever [G] beating wind.
Forever [E]
riding that fabled [G] August [E] gale.
[G] And the ghosts of those who [C]
forever are [G] returning.
From [E] far o'er port or the Indies with their charms.
Driving bows under [C] to make it [G] home for Christmas.
Till [E] kitchen filers and women's waiting arms.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
[E] A swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the [D] sunset [E] in search of yesterday.
The islands stand now [C] like silent [G] grey reminders.
Of [E] times gone by when Nat was [G] in his prime.
They hold the secret [C] for all who [G] wish to find it.
[E] Forever flowing in blood like [G] yours and mine.
So swing our head round, we're [C] heading [G] for the western.
So swing our [D] head round, we're [E] heading up the [Am] bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the sunset in search of [G] yesterday.
[E] [G]
[Am] [G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
[C] A swing [E] our head round, we're heading [G] up the bay.
A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
Towards the [D]
sunset in [E] search of yesterday.
[Am]
[G] All cares will vanish [C]
as soon as we [G] clear Bartow.
And the [E] seven comers that roll there day by [A] day.
[G] We're joined again [C] with those who [G] sail before us.
Toward [A] [D] Chaparral our roads to go.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
A [E] swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the sunset in search of yesterday.
[G] Our thoughts go back now [C] to those [G] Trimyangi bankers.
[E] Taking bait on for George's oar [G] of royal.
And the sung sung men [C] like those who [G] sailed from Brulee.
Bound [D] for St.
Peter's in the springtime [G] of the year.
Lost in the mizzare [C] the ghosts of [G] sturdy hunters.
[E] Huttos of old keep us searching [G] for the [E] whale.
[G] And the ghostly fleet [C] forever [G] beating wind.
Forever [E]
riding that fabled [G] August [E] gale.
[G] And the ghosts of those who [C]
forever are [G] returning.
From [E] far o'er port or the Indies with their charms.
Driving bows under [C] to make it [G] home for Christmas.
Till [E] kitchen filers and women's waiting arms.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
[E] A swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the [D] sunset [E] in search of yesterday.
The islands stand now [C] like silent [G] grey reminders.
Of [E] times gone by when Nat was [G] in his prime.
They hold the secret [C] for all who [G] wish to find it.
[E] Forever flowing in blood like [G] yours and mine.
So swing our head round, we're [C] heading [G] for the western.
So swing our [D] head round, we're [E] heading up the [Am] bay.
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
[E] Towards the sunset in search of [G] yesterday.
[E] [G]
Key:
G
E
C
D
A
G
E
C
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ _ [C] A swing [E] our head round, we're heading [G] up the bay.
_ _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ Towards the [D]
sunset in [E] search of yesterday.
[Am] _ _
[G] All cares will vanish _ [C]
as soon as we [G] clear Bartow.
_ And the [E] seven comers that roll there day by [A] day.
_ [G] We're joined again [C] with those who [G] sail before us.
Toward [A] _ [D] Chaparral our roads to go.
[G] _ _ _ _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ A [E] swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ [E] Towards the sunset in search of yesterday. _ _
[G] Our thoughts go back now [C] to those [G] Trimyangi bankers. _ _
[E] Taking bait on for George's oar [G] of royal.
_ And the sung sung men [C] like those who [G] sailed from Brulee. _
Bound [D] for St.
Peter's in the springtime [G] of the year.
_ _ Lost in the _ mizzare [C] the ghosts of [G] sturdy hunters.
_ _ [E] Huttos of old keep us searching [G] for the [E] whale.
[G] And the ghostly fleet [C] forever [G] beating wind.
_ _ Forever [E] _
riding that fabled [G] August [E] gale. _
[G] And the ghosts of those who [C]
forever are [G] returning.
_ From [E] far o'er port or the Indies with their charms.
_ Driving bows under _ [C] to make it [G] home for Christmas. _
_ Till [E] kitchen filers and women's waiting arms.
_ [G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ _ _ [E] A swing our head round, we're heading up the bay. _
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset. _ _
[E] Towards the [D] sunset [E] in search of yesterday.
_ _ The islands stand now _ [C] like silent [G] grey reminders.
_ Of [E] times gone by when Nat was [G] in his prime.
They hold the secret _ [C] for all who [G] wish to find it.
_ [E] Forever _ flowing in blood like [G] yours and mine.
_ So swing our head round, we're [C] heading [G] for the western.
So _ _ swing our [D] head round, we're [E] heading up the [Am] bay.
[G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ _ [E] Towards the sunset in search of [G] yesterday.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ _ [C] A swing [E] our head round, we're heading [G] up the bay.
_ _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ Towards the [D]
sunset in [E] search of yesterday.
[Am] _ _
[G] All cares will vanish _ [C]
as soon as we [G] clear Bartow.
_ And the [E] seven comers that roll there day by [A] day.
_ [G] We're joined again [C] with those who [G] sail before us.
Toward [A] _ [D] Chaparral our roads to go.
[G] _ _ _ _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ A [E] swing our head round, we're heading up the bay.
[G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ [E] Towards the sunset in search of yesterday. _ _
[G] Our thoughts go back now [C] to those [G] Trimyangi bankers. _ _
[E] Taking bait on for George's oar [G] of royal.
_ And the sung sung men [C] like those who [G] sailed from Brulee. _
Bound [D] for St.
Peter's in the springtime [G] of the year.
_ _ Lost in the _ mizzare [C] the ghosts of [G] sturdy hunters.
_ _ [E] Huttos of old keep us searching [G] for the [E] whale.
[G] And the ghostly fleet [C] forever [G] beating wind.
_ _ Forever [E] _
riding that fabled [G] August [E] gale. _
[G] And the ghosts of those who [C]
forever are [G] returning.
_ From [E] far o'er port or the Indies with their charms.
_ Driving bows under _ [C] to make it [G] home for Christmas. _
_ Till [E] kitchen filers and women's waiting arms.
_ [G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] for the western.
_ _ _ [E] A swing our head round, we're heading up the bay. _
[G] A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset. _ _
[E] Towards the [D] sunset [E] in search of yesterday.
_ _ The islands stand now _ [C] like silent [G] grey reminders.
_ Of [E] times gone by when Nat was [G] in his prime.
They hold the secret _ [C] for all who [G] wish to find it.
_ [E] Forever _ flowing in blood like [G] yours and mine.
_ So swing our head round, we're [C] heading [G] for the western.
So _ _ swing our [D] head round, we're [E] heading up the [Am] bay.
[G] _ A swing our head round, [C] we're heading [G] towards the sunset.
_ _ _ [E] Towards the sunset in search of [G] yesterday.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _