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Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses tab

Heavy Horses


Em        C            
D            G
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
D           Dsus4 

An October's day, towards evening
D            G

Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough

  C       D          
Dsus4  G

Salt on a deep chest seasoning

Em        C            
D            G

Last of the line at an honest day's toil

C       D          
Dsus4  G

Turning the deep sod  under

Em        C            
D            G

Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone

C       D           
Dsus4  G

Flies at the nostrils plunder.

G           C

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie

D      Dsus4  Em

  with the Shire on his feathers floating

D     G          

Hauling soft timber into the dusk

    C       D           
Dsus4  G

  to bed on a warm straw coating.

F#7  Bm    G Bm       
G            A

Heavy Horses, move the land under me

F#7  Bm                  
G Bm             
G           A

  Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free

F#7         G          

Now you're down to the few

Bb          F

And there's no work to do

Em        D  Bm

The tractor's on its way.

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed

  to keep the old line going.

And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood

  behind the young trees growing

To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,

  and your eighteen hands at the shoulder

And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry

  and the nights are seen to draw colder

They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power

  your noble grace and your bearing

And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls

  in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill

Up into the cold wind facing

In stiff battle harness, chained to the world

Against the low sun racing

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood

A rein of polished leather

A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky

Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening

Clean brass to flash the dawn

  across these acres glistening

  like dew on a carpet lawn

In these dark towns folk lie sleeping

  as the heavy horses thunder by

  to wake the dying city

  with the living horseman's cry

At once the old hands quicken ---

  bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---

  thrill to the sound of all

  the heavy horses coming home.

words and music by  IAN ANDERSON


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