Chords for William Elliott Whitmore - Dry
Tempo:
188.05 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Gm
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[F]
Well the song [Em] of the blackbird [Gm] is mighty [F]
clear on [C] a morning such [Bb] as this.
[Em] And all those useless [Bbm] pains and [F] fears, [Gm] these things that I [Bb] want in bed or sleep.
[F]
The [C] morning glories [Bb] and the queen [F] and late, all [Gm] baptized by [Bb] the wind.
[F]
[Gm] [F] [G] These inspirations are [Bb] my saving
[Gb] [C] grace, these times we're living [Bb] in.
[F]
Make [D] [C]
[F]
a [Gm] hard man humble, make a proud [F] woman high, her eyes [C] from the light [Bb] of day.
When [C] all the crops [F] have withered and died, and the [C] soil's blown [Bb] away.
[D] And the [Em]
ground's [F] so dry,
[Bb] the river's on [F] its hands and knees.
[D] And [Bb] I hear [F] that [Gm] swooning of the [C] breeze.
[F] The [G] crow's calling [Bb] and I hear [F] him wail up [G] in the red [Bb]-thorn tree.
[F] And [Gm] any stories [Bb] that you've lived to [F]
tell, [E] pass them down [Bb] to me.
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[D] And [Em] whisper the [F] truth
[Gm] [D] [Gm] into your [F] children's ears.
[D] [Bb] Let them know, let them understand, let them [Em] hear.
[C]
[Bb] The song of [Gm] the blackbird [Bb] is mighty [F]
loud through [Bb] the evening mist.
[Dm] The [Gm] moon is up and it [Bb] looks so
[F] proud.
We'll be [E] looking down all [Bb] night at night like [F] [Gm]
[Bb] this.
Oh, [F] oh, [C] oh, oh, oh, [Bb] oh, oh, oh.
[F]
Yeah, buddy!
[Db] [N]
[D]
[Gm]
[F]
Well the song [Em] of the blackbird [Gm] is mighty [F]
clear on [C] a morning such [Bb] as this.
[Em] And all those useless [Bbm] pains and [F] fears, [Gm] these things that I [Bb] want in bed or sleep.
[F]
The [C] morning glories [Bb] and the queen [F] and late, all [Gm] baptized by [Bb] the wind.
[F]
[Gm] [F] [G] These inspirations are [Bb] my saving
[Gb] [C] grace, these times we're living [Bb] in.
[F]
Make [D] [C]
[F]
a [Gm] hard man humble, make a proud [F] woman high, her eyes [C] from the light [Bb] of day.
When [C] all the crops [F] have withered and died, and the [C] soil's blown [Bb] away.
[D] And the [Em]
ground's [F] so dry,
[Bb] the river's on [F] its hands and knees.
[D] And [Bb] I hear [F] that [Gm] swooning of the [C] breeze.
[F] The [G] crow's calling [Bb] and I hear [F] him wail up [G] in the red [Bb]-thorn tree.
[F] And [Gm] any stories [Bb] that you've lived to [F]
tell, [E] pass them down [Bb] to me.
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[D] And [Em] whisper the [F] truth
[Gm] [D] [Gm] into your [F] children's ears.
[D] [Bb] Let them know, let them understand, let them [Em] hear.
[C]
[Bb] The song of [Gm] the blackbird [Bb] is mighty [F]
loud through [Bb] the evening mist.
[Dm] The [Gm] moon is up and it [Bb] looks so
[F] proud.
We'll be [E] looking down all [Bb] night at night like [F] [Gm]
[Bb] this.
Oh, [F] oh, [C] oh, oh, oh, [Bb] oh, oh, oh.
[F]
Yeah, buddy!
[Db] [N]
[D]
[Gm]
Key:
F
Bb
Gm
C
D
F
Bb
Gm
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well _ _ _ the song [Em] of the blackbird [Gm] is _ _ mighty [F] _ _
clear _ on [C] a morning _ such [Bb] as _ _ _ this.
_ _ _ [Em] And all those useless [Bbm] _ _ pains and _ _ [F] fears, _ [Gm] these things that I [Bb] want in _ bed or _ sleep.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The _ [C] morning glories [Bb] and the queen [F] and late, _ _ _ all [Gm] baptized _ by [Bb] the wind.
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ These inspirations are [Bb] my _ saving _
[Gb] [C] grace, _ _ these times we're _ living [Bb] _ _ _ in.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Make [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ a [Gm] hard man humble, make a proud [F] woman high, _ her eyes [C] from the light [Bb] of _ day. _ _
_ _ When _ [C] all the crops [F] have _ withered and _ died, _ and the [C] soil's blown _ [Bb] _ away. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ And the [Em] _
ground's [F] so _ dry, _
_ _ [Bb] _ the _ river's on [F] its hands and _ _ knees.
[D] _ _ And [Bb] I hear [F] that _ _ _ _ [Gm] swooning of the _ [C] breeze. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ The [G] crow's calling [Bb] and I hear [F] him _ wail _ _ up [G] in the red [Bb]-thorn tree. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ And [Gm] any stories [Bb] that you've lived to [F] _
tell, _ _ _ [E] pass them down [Bb] to _ _ me. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ And [Em] whisper _ the [F] _ truth _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] into _ your [F] _ _ _ children's ears.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] Let them know, let them _ _ understand, _ let them [Em] hear.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] The song of [Gm] the _ blackbird [Bb] is _ mighty _ [F] _
loud _ _ through [Bb] the evening _ mist. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] The [Gm] moon is up and it [Bb] looks so _
[F] proud.
_ We'll be [E] looking down all [Bb] _ _ night at night _ like _ [F] _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ this. _ _
Oh, _ [F] oh, _ [C] oh, oh, oh, [Bb] oh, oh, oh. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Yeah, buddy!
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well _ _ _ the song [Em] of the blackbird [Gm] is _ _ mighty [F] _ _
clear _ on [C] a morning _ such [Bb] as _ _ _ this.
_ _ _ [Em] And all those useless [Bbm] _ _ pains and _ _ [F] fears, _ [Gm] these things that I [Bb] want in _ bed or _ sleep.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The _ [C] morning glories [Bb] and the queen [F] and late, _ _ _ all [Gm] baptized _ by [Bb] the wind.
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ These inspirations are [Bb] my _ saving _
[Gb] [C] grace, _ _ these times we're _ living [Bb] _ _ _ in.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Make [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ a [Gm] hard man humble, make a proud [F] woman high, _ her eyes [C] from the light [Bb] of _ day. _ _
_ _ When _ [C] all the crops [F] have _ withered and _ died, _ and the [C] soil's blown _ [Bb] _ away. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ And the [Em] _
ground's [F] so _ dry, _
_ _ [Bb] _ the _ river's on [F] its hands and _ _ knees.
[D] _ _ And [Bb] I hear [F] that _ _ _ _ [Gm] swooning of the _ [C] breeze. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ The [G] crow's calling [Bb] and I hear [F] him _ wail _ _ up [G] in the red [Bb]-thorn tree. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ And [Gm] any stories [Bb] that you've lived to [F] _
tell, _ _ _ [E] pass them down [Bb] to _ _ me. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ And [Em] whisper _ the [F] _ truth _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] into _ your [F] _ _ _ children's ears.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] Let them know, let them _ _ understand, _ let them [Em] hear.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] The song of [Gm] the _ blackbird [Bb] is _ mighty _ [F] _
loud _ _ through [Bb] the evening _ mist. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] The [Gm] moon is up and it [Bb] looks so _
[F] proud.
_ We'll be [E] looking down all [Bb] _ _ night at night _ like _ [F] _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ this. _ _
Oh, _ [F] oh, _ [C] oh, oh, oh, [Bb] oh, oh, oh. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Yeah, buddy!
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _