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Thrasher Neil Young
(capo 2 to follow Young when practicing)
[C]They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were [F]planting in the [C]Full Moon,
They had given [C/B]all they [Am7]had for something [F]new,[G]
But the [C]light of day was on them,
They could [F]see the thrasher [C]coming,
And the [C]water [C/B]shone like [Am7]diamonds in the [F]dew. [G]
[F]And I was just [G]getting up,
To [C]hit the road before its [F]light,
trying to catch an [G]hour on the [C]sun, [Cmaj7] [Cmaj7] [C]
[F]When I saw those thrasher[G]s rolling by,
Looking [C]more than [C/B]two lanes [Am7]wide, [Am/C]
I was [Dm7]feeling like my day had just [G]begun.
Where the [C]eagles glide descending,
There's an [F]ancient river [C]bending,
Down the [C]timeless [C/B]gorge of [Am7]changes [Am7/G]where s[F]leeplessness a[G]waits,
I [C]searched out my companions,
who were [F]lost in crystal [C]canyons,
When the [C]aimless [C/B]blade of [Am7]science [Am7/G]slashed the [F]pearly gates,[G]
[F]It was then I knew I'd [G]had enough, burned my [C]credit card for [F]fuel,
[F]Headed out to where the [G]pavement turns to [C]sand,[Cmaj7] [C]
With a [F]one-way ticket to the [G]land of truth and my [C]suitcase [C/B]in my [Am7]hand. [Am7/G]
How I [Dm7]lost my friends I still dont understan[G]d.
[C]They had the best selection,
They were [F]poisoned with pro[C]tection,
There was [C]nothing [C/B]that they [Am7]needed, [Am7/G]
[F]nothing left to [G]find.
They were [C]lost in rock formations,
Or [F]became park bench mut[C]ations,
On the the [C]sidewalks [C/B]and in the [Am7]stations,[Am7/G] they were [F]waiting, [G]waiting.
[F]So I got bored and [G]left them there,
They were [C]just dead weight to [F]me,
[F]Better down the [G]road without that [C]load,[Cmaj7] [Cmaj7] [C]
[F]Bring's back the time I was [G]eight or nine,
I was [C]watching my Mama's [Am7]TV, [Am7/G]
It was that [Dm7]great Grand Canyon rescue episod[G]e.
With the [C]vulture glides descending,
On an [F]asphalt highway [C]bending,
Through [C]libraries [C/B]and muse[Am7]ums,[Am7/G] [F]galaxies and [G]stars.
Down the [C]windy halls of friendship,
To the [F]rose clipped by the [C]bullwhip,
The [C]motel of [C/B]lost c[Am7]ompanions [Am7/G]waits with [F]heated pool and [G]bar.
[F]But me, I'm not [G]stopping there,
Got my o[C]wn row left to [F]hoe,
[F]Just another [G]line in the field of [C]time.[Cmaj7]
[F]When the thrashers come I'll be [G]stuck in the sun,
Like the [C]dinosaurs in [Am7]shrines, [Am7/G]
But I'll [Dm7]know the time has come to give what's [G]mine.
Phew!
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