{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1050455,"song":"Hymn 85","artist":"Buck & Deanne","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11232219-hymn-85-chords-by-buck-deanne/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1050455?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"Hymn 85\r\n\r\nINTRO: [ch]B[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\n\r\nVerses alternate between E major and F#m:\r\n\r\nLike a tale from a Lawson memoir, in a car full of questions and time: \r\nYou go driving to the festival like Barry Mackenzie\r\nwith nothing but a hat on your mind. \r\nShe appears in the church with a voice that's haunting, \r\nlike a dream that waking-up won't shake. \r\nThis story rivals the pages of a bible or Finnegan's Wake. \r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                                                    [ch]E[/ch]\r\nOh is it, or is it not divine? Sing Hymn 85. Back to E major and F#m...[/tab]\r\n\r\nThen CHORUS:\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]B[/ch]                     [ch]F#m[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]F#m[/ch]  [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nHello...hello, hello, hello, hello...every time I wake[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]B[/ch]                         [ch]F#m[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]      [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]F#m[/ch]  [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nI'll never, never, never, I'll never, I will not forsake.[/tab]\r\n\r\nHold on F#m – then back to E major and F#m and so on...\r\n\r\nBut there's no time to get acquainted, so you save her face and voice to mind. \r\nYou slip back to the jungle and chase the frothy bubbles, \r\ntil the work's done and the long wait's behind. \r\nIn the pubs soft pumpkin glow, she's sipping Bordeaux, \r\nthe face from a thousand doors ago. One moment in mystery, \r\nyou make history, with your first hello. \r\n[tab]         [ch]A[/ch]                                   [ch]E[/ch]\r\nA chorus line sat in the pines singing Hymn 85.[/tab]\r\n\r\nInterlude:  [ch]E[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]G#m[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] to CHORUS:\r\n\r\n2nd Interlude: [ch]B[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\n\r\nHold on F#m – then back to E major and F#m and so on...\r\n\r\nYou share a bed thru all 4 seasons, and the limmerance to love burns strong.\r\nYou've thrown away your clothes, turned your back and thumbed your nose\r\non the dismal gates chained tight by song. \r\nBut though the future's blank, no one should ever bank \r\nthat love will fill the numbers with paint. \r\nHands on your hoe or the stream won't flow, not for sinner or saint.\r\n\r\nNOTE VARIATION:\r\n[tab]   [ch]A[/ch]                                     [ch]B[/ch]\r\nTogether, you dig or dive, singing Hymn 85...to CHORUS repeat twice[/tab]\r\n\r\nOutro: [ch]E[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]G#m[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]G#m[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]","plain_text":"Hymn 85\n\nINTRO: B F#m A E F#m E\n\nVerses alternate between E major and F#m:\n\nLike a tale from a Lawson memoir, in a car full of questions and time: \nYou go driving to the festival like Barry Mackenzie\nwith nothing but a hat on your mind. \nShe appears in the church with a voice that's haunting, \nlike a dream that waking-up won't shake. \nThis story rivals the pages of a bible or Finnegan's Wake. \n\n\nThen CHORUS:\n\n\n\n\nHold on F#m – then back to E major and F#m and so on...\n\nBut there's no time to get acquainted, so you save her face and voice to mind. \nYou slip back to the jungle and chase the frothy bubbles, \ntil the work's done and the long wait's behind. \nIn the pubs soft pumpkin glow, she's sipping Bordeaux, \nthe face from a thousand doors ago. One moment in mystery, \nyou make history, with your first hello. \n\n\nInterlude:  E F#m G#m A to CHORUS:\n\n2nd Interlude: B F#m A E F#m E\n\nHold on F#m – then back to E major and F#m and so on...\n\nYou share a bed thru all 4 seasons, and the limmerance to love burns strong.\nYou've thrown away your clothes, turned your back and thumbed your nose\non the dismal gates chained tight by song. \nBut though the future's blank, no one should ever bank \nthat love will fill the numbers with paint. \nHands on your hoe or the stream won't flow, not for sinner or saint.\n\nNOTE VARIATION:\n\n\nOutro: E F#m G#m A G#m F#m E","chords":["B","F#m","A","E","G#m"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}