Elton John – Indian Sunset chords


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

Ebm Ebm9This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
Ebm9 Abm\Eb Ebm7Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
Ebm Ebm9Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
Abm\Eb Ebm9I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
Ebm Ebm7I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
Ebm9 Abm\Eb Ebm9To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
Ebm And now you ask that I should watch
Ebm Ebm7 Ebm9The red man's race be slowly crushed
Ebm Abm\EbWhat kind of words are these to hear
Ebm9From Yellow Dog whom white man fears
(Ebm7)* Abm\(Ab Bb Cb Cb Db) D7 D7 D7-5 D7 D
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em DI take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em DI can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
Am7 D G C\GI go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Em7 Am7 G F6(add9) Am G C(***)Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em DTrampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em D Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
Am7 D G C\GI heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
Em7 Am7 Gsus4 F6(add9) Am7 Bm7 Em (Em7\D Cmaj7)**** EmHe'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead_____________________
Em Am\E Em Em G\E G\E Em G\E Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Em Em Em G\E G\E Em G\E Em G\E Em Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am (D7\A Am(add9) D7\A Em G\D Em)*****
Em G\D C G\BNow there seems no reason why I should carry on
Am7 G\B C DIn this land that once was my land I can't find a home
Em G\D C G\BIt's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
Am G\B C DAnd I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
Em G\D C G\BFor soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Am G\B C DWhere the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
Em G\D C G\BAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
Am G\B C Em (Em7\D Cmaj7 Em)****And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet ho________________le.
(Em Em7\D Cmaj7)**** D
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