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<b><tt><font size=+3>Heavy Horses</font></tt></b><tt></tt>
<p><tt>INTRO</tt>
<br><tt>CAPO 3 FRET</tt>
<br><tt>Bm</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust</tt>
<br><tt> C
D Dsus4
G</tt>
<br><tt>An October's day, towards evening</tt>
<br><tt>Em
C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough</tt>
<br><tt> C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Salt on a deep chest seasoning</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Last of the line at an honest day's toil</tt>
<br><tt>C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Turning the deep sod under</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone</tt>
<br><tt>C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Flies at the nostrils plunder.</tt>
<br><tt> C
D
G C</tt>
<br><tt>The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie</tt>
<br><tt> Am
D Dsus4 Em</tt>
<br><tt> with the Shire on his feathers floating</tt>
<br><tt> C
D G
C</tt>
<br><tt>Hauling soft timber into the dusk</tt>
<br><tt> C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt> to bed on a warm straw coating.</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 Bm G Bm
G A</tt>
<br><tt>Heavy Horses, move the land under me</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 Bm
G Bm
G A</tt>
<br><tt> Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 G
D</tt>
<br><tt>Now you're down to the few</tt>
<br><tt>
Bb F</tt>
<br><tt>And there's no work to do</tt>
<br><tt> C
Em D Bm</tt>
<br><tt>The tractor's on its way.</tt>
<br><tt></tt> <tt></tt>
<p><tt>Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed</tt>
<br><tt> to keep the old line going.</tt>
<br><tt>And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood</tt>
<br><tt> behind the young trees growing</tt>
<br><tt>To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,</tt>
<br><tt> and your eighteen hands at the shoulder</tt>
<br><tt>And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry</tt>
<br><tt> and the nights are seen to draw colder</tt>
<br><tt>They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power</tt>
<br><tt> your noble grace and your bearing</tt>
<br><tt>And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls</tt>
<br><tt> in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.</tt><tt></tt>
<p><tt>Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill</tt>
<br><tt>Up into the cold wind facing</tt>
<br><tt>In stiff battle harness, chained to the world</tt>
<br><tt>Against the low sun racing</tt>
<br><tt>Bring me a wheel of oaken wood</tt>
<br><tt>A rein of polished leather</tt>
<br><tt>A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky</tt>
<br><tt>Brewing heavy weather.</tt><tt></tt>
<p><tt>Bring a song for the evening</tt>
<br><tt>Clean brass to flash the dawn</tt>
<br><tt> across these acres glistening</tt>
<br><tt> like dew on a carpet lawn</tt>
<br><tt>In these dark towns folk lie sleeping</tt>
<br><tt> as the heavy horses thunder by</tt>
<br><tt> to wake the dying city</tt>
<br><tt> with the living horseman's cry</tt>
<br><tt>At once the old hands quicken ---</tt>
<br><tt> bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---</tt>
<br><tt> thrill to the sound of all</tt>
<br><tt> the heavy horses coming home.</tt>
<br><tt>words and music by IAN ANDERSON</tt>
<p><tt>TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)</tt>
<br><tt>ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME</tt>
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<b><tt><font size=+3>Heavy Horses</font></tt></b><tt></tt>
<p><tt>INTRO</tt>
<br><tt>CAPO 3 FRET</tt>
<br><tt>Bm</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust</tt>
<br><tt> C
D Dsus4
G</tt>
<br><tt>An October's day, towards evening</tt>
<br><tt>Em
C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough</tt>
<br><tt> C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Salt on a deep chest seasoning</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Last of the line at an honest day's toil</tt>
<br><tt>C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Turning the deep sod under</tt>
<br><tt>Em C
D G</tt>
<br><tt>Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone</tt>
<br><tt>C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt>Flies at the nostrils plunder.</tt>
<br><tt> C
D
G C</tt>
<br><tt>The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie</tt>
<br><tt> Am
D Dsus4 Em</tt>
<br><tt> with the Shire on his feathers floating</tt>
<br><tt> C
D G
C</tt>
<br><tt>Hauling soft timber into the dusk</tt>
<br><tt> C D
Dsus4 G</tt>
<br><tt> to bed on a warm straw coating.</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 Bm G Bm
G A</tt>
<br><tt>Heavy Horses, move the land under me</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 Bm
G Bm
G A</tt>
<br><tt> Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free</tt>
<br><tt>F#7 G
D</tt>
<br><tt>Now you're down to the few</tt>
<br><tt>
Bb F</tt>
<br><tt>And there's no work to do</tt>
<br><tt> C
Em D Bm</tt>
<br><tt>The tractor's on its way.</tt>
<br><tt></tt> <tt></tt>
<p><tt>Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed</tt>
<br><tt> to keep the old line going.</tt>
<br><tt>And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood</tt>
<br><tt> behind the young trees growing</tt>
<br><tt>To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,</tt>
<br><tt> and your eighteen hands at the shoulder</tt>
<br><tt>And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry</tt>
<br><tt> and the nights are seen to draw colder</tt>
<br><tt>They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power</tt>
<br><tt> your noble grace and your bearing</tt>
<br><tt>And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls</tt>
<br><tt> in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.</tt><tt></tt>
<p><tt>Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill</tt>
<br><tt>Up into the cold wind facing</tt>
<br><tt>In stiff battle harness, chained to the world</tt>
<br><tt>Against the low sun racing</tt>
<br><tt>Bring me a wheel of oaken wood</tt>
<br><tt>A rein of polished leather</tt>
<br><tt>A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky</tt>
<br><tt>Brewing heavy weather.</tt><tt></tt>
<p><tt>Bring a song for the evening</tt>
<br><tt>Clean brass to flash the dawn</tt>
<br><tt> across these acres glistening</tt>
<br><tt> like dew on a carpet lawn</tt>
<br><tt>In these dark towns folk lie sleeping</tt>
<br><tt> as the heavy horses thunder by</tt>
<br><tt> to wake the dying city</tt>
<br><tt> with the living horseman's cry</tt>
<br><tt>At once the old hands quicken ---</tt>
<br><tt> bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---</tt>
<br><tt> thrill to the sound of all</tt>
<br><tt> the heavy horses coming home.</tt>
<br><tt>words and music by IAN ANDERSON</tt>
<p><tt>TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)</tt>
<br><tt>ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME</tt>
<br><b><font size=+0><a href="mailto:ARCHIVEL@teleline.es">ARCHIVEL@teleline.es</a></font></b><img SRC="buzon.gif" BORDER=0 height=71 width=47>
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