Richard Thompson : Misc

G

D

Once there was a son

Am

C

Among the gorse, among the grey

G

D

And wondrous dreams he spun

Am

C

Among the gorse, among the grey

G

And he chased the clouds

C

And he kissed the wind

Bm

D

Barefoot and bloody at the knee

Em

It is, he said

C

D

Em

As if the world was made for me

G

D

And the elders gathered round

Am

C

Among the gorse, among the grey

G

D

And they staked him to the ground

Am

C

Among the gorse, among the grey

G

And they sucked the joy

C

From his beating heart

Bm

D

They washed his eyes with rue

Em

Now come, they said

C

D

Em

Come to the world we made for you

C

F

Well, the angels came to see me today

C

F

G

Said, "We've taken your racehorse away"

C

F

And I believe it was that bookmaker from Crail

C

F

G

I believe that he put one in her pail And all the finest in the field Only measured to her shoulders, they only ever seen her heels And I believe every sporting man will cry I believe to see his income pass him by

Dm

She won the Lanark Silver Bell

C

G/b

C

And she stole every heart away

Dm

F

/e

Dm7

F/c

/a

/g

F

She stood her stand at sixteen hands and I'd ride her easy

C

G

C

But they've taken, taken my racehorse away There's a racecourse in the sky And that's where all the racing horses must go by and by And I believe every steward, lord and groom I believe that they're calling her home She would look at me in the eyes And that was all she had to say She stood her stand at sixteen hands and I'd ride her easy But they've taken, taken my racehorse away

C

D

G

They've taken my racehorse away They've taken my racehorse away They've taken my racehorse away They've taken my racehorse away

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

II

G

D

Oh she dressed in the dark and she whispered Amen

G

C

D

C

She was pretty in pink, like a young girl again

G

D

Twenty years married, but she never thought twice

G

C

D

G

She sneaked out the door and walked into the night

D

C

G

And silver wings carried her over the sea

D

C

G

From the west coast of Ireland to west Tennessee

G

D

To be with her sweetheart she left everything

G

C

D

G

From Galway to Graceland to be with the King She was humming "Suspicion", that's the song she liked best She had "Elvis I love you" tattooed on her breast They landed in Memphis, her heart beat so fast She'd dreamed for so long, now she'd see him at last She was down by his graveside day after day Come closing time they would drag her away To be with her sweetheart, she left everything From Galway to Graceland to be with the King They came in the thousands, from the whole human race To pay their respects at his last resting place Ah but blindly she knelt there and she told him her dreams And she thought that he answered, or that's how it seemed And they dragged her away, it was handcuffs this time She said my dear man, are you out of your mind? Can't you see that we're married? I'm wearing his ring I've come from Galway to Graceland to be with the King From Galway to Graceland to be with the King

Well you know, I can't do nothing for you And you know, I say my piece and then I'll pound that pavement always wishing That I could live my life again Well I raised some Cain and sank some whiskey Well I ram like a mainsail There's arms I've held and hearts I've broken If I could live my life again And I hate the four walls of this prison Those cowards let me take the blame I swear I'll run with better company If I could live my life again And you know, true slipped through my fingers Somehow I never could explain Next time I'll say just what I'm thinking If I could live my life again And I wish that my sins could be forgiven That's why I sing this old refrain Just one more chance is all I'm asking If I could live my life again If I could live my life again

From the "Rogue's Gallery" collection.

Capo:

V

C

Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys

G

F

Heave her head round into the weather

G

C

Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys

G

C

Sailing homeward to Mingulay

C

What care we how white the Minch is?

G

F

What care we, boys, for windy weather?

G

C

When we know that every inch is

G

C

Closer homeward to Mingulay Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys Heave her head round into the weather Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay

Instrumental verse

Wives are waiting at the pier head Gazing seaward from the heather Heave her head round and we'll anchor 'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys Heave her head round into the weather Heel your ho, boys, let 'em go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay Sailing homeward to Mingulay

Instrumental verse x2

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

V

C

F

G

C

F

C

E|---------|--------------|-------------h---------|------------------|---------|

B|---------|--------------|-------1--5-353--------|------------------|---------|

G|-0---0---|-2------2-----|-2--4-----------5-4----|-0----------------|-----0---|

D|---0---0-|----3-----3---|---------------------7-|---0-2--0-0--2----|---------|

A|-3---3---|--------------|-----------------------|-3--------------3-|-2---3---|

D|---------|-3----3-----3-|-3--------5----------5-|--------3-3-------|---5-----|

C

F

G

C

F

E|---------|--------------|-------------h---------|-------------------|--------|

B|---------|--------------|-------1--5-353--------|----3--1-----1-----|-1------|

G|-0---0---|-2------2-----|-2--4-----------5-4----|-0-------2-----2---|--------|

D|---0---0-|----3-----3---|---------------------7-|-----------3-----3-|--------|

A|-3---3---|--------------|-----------------------|-3-----------------|--------|

D|---------|-3----3-----3-|-3--------5----------5-|-------3-----------|-3------|

G/b

C

D

G

C

You and I, tempted by the promise of a different life

G/d

C

D

G

C

Time has fled, there's a constant battle running through my head

Am

D

G

G/b

C

And I don't know what to do, 'cause I still believe

Am

D

Em

After all the foolish things you've put me through

Am

D

Em

I could always make a start on something new

Am

D

C

D

And I've always been a man who's open to... persuasion Blind romance, there'll be no half measures given half a chance But we never learn, trusting in the fire while the cruel flame burns And we need to rebuild what was never there What got left behind After all the foolish things that we've been through I could always make a start on something new And I'll always be a man who's open to... persuasion

G

D

And it's written in my heart

C

G

So that everybody can see it

G

D

And it's written in my soul

Am

D

After all, I still believe it

Em

Am

D

I still believe it

Em

Am

D

I still believe it

Em

Am

D

G/b

I still believe it I don't know what to do, 'cause I still believe After all the foolish things you put me through I could always make a start with something new And I'll always be a man who's open to... persuasion I still believe it... persuasion

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

D

Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad

G/d

With the river too weary to flood

D

The storming wind cut through to my skin

G

A

D

But she cut through to my blood I was looking for trouble to tangle my line But trouble come a-looking for me I knew I was standing on treacherous ground But I was sinking too fast to run free

G

Em

D

Bm

A

With her scheming, idle ways

G

Em

D

She left me poor enough

D

The storming wind cut through to my skin

G

A

D

But she cut through to me blood

Instrumental verse + chorus

Now I would not be asking, I would not be seen Either begging on a mountain or hill 'Til I'm ready and I'm blind, with my arms tied behind But I've neither a mind nor a will Oh, it's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy For he'll always believe what they say But they tell him it's hard to be honest and true Does he mind that he doesn't get paid? With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to me blood With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to me blood

|

Bm

|

Ddim/b

|

Em

| |

Bm

F#

|

Bm

F#

Bm

Em

They closed up the sooty gates of Ayres and Company

Bm

F#

Em

We stood on the picket line, my Jennifer and me

Bm

Em

Ddim/b

We blocked the street, now the lorries come and turn about

G

There's nothing getting in there and there's nothing getting out

D

G

Oh, she's just a tender thing

D

G

She's risking life and limb

Bm

A

G

My sweetheart's on the barricade

D

G

My heart it skips a beat

D

G

There'll be fighting in the street

Bm

A

G

/f#

But hungry folk forget to be afraid

Em

F#

Bm

My sweetheart's on the barricade |

Ddim

| |

Bm

F#

F+

| And here come the managers to hit us on the sly And tin-pot generals with glory in their eyes Owners, moaners, Judases and Janes But righteousness is in our eyes, we've got no time for games In her manner she is mild And fairly just a child My sweetheart's on the barricade For a fair wage in her hand The equal of a man She'll stand front rank in the parade My sweetheart's on the barricade

Bm

D

A

She's running leaflets through the alley

D

A

She's passing hymn books at the rally

F#

Hallelujah!

Bm

F#

Bm

Em

G

Friends and neighbours, won't you join the cause

D

Drill it in the tiny minds of them that make the laws

G

That workers are human, we're really just the same

E7

We've got to have the nourishment to fill a human frame

Bm

G

Oh, we're people not a mob

Bm

G

And we only wants a job

Bm

A

G

My sweetheart's on the barricade

Bm

G

We've had it up to here

Bm

G

Too numb to feel the fear

Bm

A

G

My sweetheart's on the barricade

Em

F#

My heart it skips a beat

Em

F#

There'll be fighting in the street

Em

F#

Bm

My sweetheart's on the barricade

Ddim/b

Em

Bm(maj7)

Tuning: DADGAD

Capo:

II

[Show chord shapes]

Dm7 003500

G 5000x0

F 3000x0

These are Joni's original chords, transposed to Dm.

I haven't checked them against the fingerings here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS5IwEkypf0

Dm

C

Csus4

I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road

C

Csus4

Dm

I asked him, where are you going? And this he told me

Dm

C

Csus4

I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm, gonna join in a rock and roll band

C

Csus4

Dm

Get camp out on the land and get my soul free

Dm

Bbadd9

G7sus4/d

We are stardust

F

Bbmaj7/d

We are golden

Dm

Csus4

C

Gsus4/d

F

Dm

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden So can I walk beside you? I've come here to lose the smog I feel to be a cog in something turning Maybe it's just the time of year, maybe it's the time of man I don't know who I am, but life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we got to get ourselves back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock we were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Richard Thompson : Misc

Among The Gorse, Among The Grey

The Angels Took My Racehorse Away

From Galway To Graceland

If I Could Live My Life Again

Mingulay Boat Song

Persuasion

The Poor Ditching Boy

Sweetheart On The Barricade

Woodstock