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| Bm | |
| Ribbons of love |
| A | Bm | |
| please | keep me true | sane |
| Em | Bm | |
| until I reach home on the | morrow |
| Bm | A | Bm | |
| never never to | wander a | gain |
| Em | Bm | |
| I'm | weak and I'm weary of | sorrow |
| D | |
| London to Dublin |
| A | Bm | |
| Aus | tralia to | Perth |
| Em | |
| I | gazed at your sky |
| G | Bm | |
| I | tasted your | earth |
| G | |
| sung out my heart |
| A | Bm | |
| for | what it was | worth |
| Em | Bm | |
| never again shall I | ramble |
| ..progression is the same for the rest of the song (verse-chorus-verse-chorus..) |
| There's nowhere left |
| in this world where to go |
| my arms, my legs they're a-tremblin' |
| thoughts both clouded and blue as the sky |
| not even worth the rememberin' |
| Now as I stumble |
| and reel to my bed |
| all that I've done |
| all that I've said |
| means nothin' to me |
| I'd soon as be dead |
| all of this world be forgotten |
| No words of comfort |
| no words of advice |
| nothin' to offer a stranger |
| gone the love, gone the spite |
| it just doesn't matter no longer |
| My sky's getting far |
| the ground's gettin' close |
| my self goin' crazy |
| the way that it does |
| I'll lie on my pillow |
| and sleep if I must |
| Too late to wish I'd been stronger |
| too late to wish I'd been stronger |
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| Submitted by John Kearney |
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| I've been playing this song real regular since Jan. 1. I do it a bit |
| different from what Robert has posted, so here goes: |
| capo 2nd fret, chords shown are as if no capo was used. ie: Am = Bm, C = D, |
| etc. |
| A Song For |
| Townes Van Zandt |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Ribbons of love please | keep me true | sane |
| F | C | Am | |
| until I reach | home on the | morrow |
| Am | G | Am | |
| never never to | wander | again |
| F | C | Am | |
| I'm | weak and I'm | weary of | sorrow |
| C | G | Am | |
| London to Dublin, Aust | ralia to | Perth |
| F | C | Am | |
| I | gazed at your sky, I | tasted your | earth |
| F | C | Am | |
| sung out my heart for | what it was | worth |
| G | Am | |
| never again shall I | ramble |
| The rest is as Robert wrote: |
| >...progression is the same for the rest of the song |
| > (verse-chorus-verse-chorus..) |
| > |
| >There's nowhere left |
| >in this world where to go |
| >my arms, my legs they're a-tremblin' |
| >thoughts both clouded and blue as the sky |
| >not even worth the rememberin' |
| > |
| >Now as I stumble |
| >and reel to my bed |
| >all that I've done |
| >all that I've said |
| >means nothin' to me |
| >I'd soon as be dead |
| >all of this world be forgotten |
| > |
| >No words of comfort |
| >no words of advice |
| >nothin' to offer a stranger |
| >gone the love, gone the spite |
| >it just doesn't matter no longer |
| > |
| >My sky's getting far |
| >the ground's gettin' close |
| >my self goin' crazy |
| >the way that it does |
| >I'll lie on my pillow |
| >and sleep if I must |
| >Too late to wish I'd been stronger |
| >too late to wish I'd been stronger |
| Remember, there's more than one way to play a song. The right way is what |
| works for you. ;-) |
| Townes wrote a lot of songs. I think he wrote this one for himself. |
| Thanks Townes... |
| jk |