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Tuning: E A D G B E
Chord Yang Digunakan
Bb7b7Ebm7
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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
EbmThis I can't believe I said, I can't believe our Ebm9warlord's dead
Ebm9 AbmEb Ebm7
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
Oh great Ebmfather of the Iroquois ever since Ebm9I was young
AbmEb Ebm9
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I've Ebmlearned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted Ebm7pony wild
Ebm9 AbmEb Ebm9
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And Ebmnow you ask that I should watch
The Ebmred man's race be slEbm7owly crEbm9ushed
Ebm AbmEb
What kind of words are these to hear
From Ebm9Yellow Dog whom white man fears
(Ebm7)*
Abm(Ab Bb Cb Cb Db) D7 D7 D7-5 D7 D
G BmF# Em GD C AmD Em D
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
G BmF# Em GD C AmD Em D
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
Am7 D G CG
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Em7 Am7 G F6(add9) Am G C(***)
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
G BmF# Em GD C AmD Em D
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
G BmF# Em GD C AmD Em D
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
Am7 D G CG
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
Em7 Am7 Gsus4 F6(add9) Am7 Bm7 Em (Em7D Cmaj7)**** Em
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead_____________________
Em AmE Em Em GE GE Em GE Em Em
Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am
Em Em Em GE GE Em GE Em GE Em Em Em
Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am
(D7A Am(add9) D7A Em GD Em)*****
Em GD C GB
Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
Am7 GB C D
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
Em GD C GB
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
Am GB C D
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
Em GD C GB
For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Am GB C D
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
Em GD C GB
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
Am GB C Em (Em7D Cmaj7 Em)****
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet ho________________le.
(Em Em7D Cmaj7)**** D