Indian Sunset
Madman Across the Water · Elton John · Key of Eb minor · ~70 BPM
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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
Oh he would not leave the Abm/Ebchosen ones to the Ebm7buzzards and the soldiers guns
Ebm9Oh great Ebmfather of the Iroquois ever since I Ebm9was young
I've read the writing Abm/Ebof the smoke and Ebm9breastfed on the sound of drums
I've Ebmlearned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted Ebm7pony wild
To Ebm9run the gauntlet of Abm/Ebthe Sioux, to Ebm9make a chieftain's daughter mine
And Ebmnow you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly Ebm7crushedEbm9
What Ebmkind of words are these Abm/Ebto hear
From Ebm9Yellow Dog whom white man fears
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GI can't Bm/F#stay to Emsee you die CG/DalonAm/Dg with my tribe's Empride D
Am7I go to search for the Dyellow moon and the Gfathers of our C/Gsons
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Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
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He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
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EmNow there seems G/Dno reason why CI should carry G/Bon
Am7In this land that G/Bonce was my land I Ccan't find a Dhome
It's Emlonely and it's G/Dquiet and the Chorse soldiers are G/Bcoming
And I Amthink it's time I G/Bstrung my bow and Cceased my senseless Am7/Drunning
For Emsoon I'll find the Dyellow moon Calong with my loved G/Bones
Where the Ambuffalos graze in G/Bclover fields Cwithout the sound of Dguns
And the Emred sun Dsinks at last Cinto the hills of G/Bgold
And Ampeace to this young G/Bwarrior Ccomes with a bullet Emhole
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