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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":72021,"song":"Heavy Horses","artist":"Jethro Tull","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11545375-heavy-horses-chords-by-jethro-tull/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/72021?type=chord","rating":3.97373,"votes":7,"content":"INTRO\r\n\r\nCAPO 3 FRET\r\n\r\n[ch]Bm[/ch]\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]            \r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust[/tab]\r\n      [ch]C[/ch]      \r\n[ch]D[/ch]           [ch]Dsus4[/ch] \r\n[ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nAn October's day, towards evening\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]             \r\n[ch]C[/ch]            \r\n[ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nSweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough\r\n\r\n  [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]          \r\n[ch]Dsus4[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nSalt on a deep chest seasoning\r\n\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]            \r\n[ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nLast of the line at an honest day's toil\r\n\r\n[ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]          \r\n[ch]Dsus4[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nTurning the deep sod  under\r\n\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]            \r\n[ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nFlint at the fetlock, chasing the bone\r\n\r\n[ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]           \r\n[ch]Dsus4[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nFlies at the nostrils plunder.\r\n\r\n      [ch]C[/ch]          \r\n[ch]D[/ch]             \r\n[ch]G[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\r\nThe Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie\r\n\r\n           [ch]Am[/ch]            \r\n[ch]D[/ch]      [ch]Dsus4[/ch]  [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n\r\n  with the Shire on his feathers floating\r\n\r\n [ch]C[/ch]          \r\n[ch]D[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]          \r\n[ch]C[/ch]\r\n\r\nHauling soft timber into the dusk\r\n\r\n    [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]           \r\n[ch]Dsus4[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n  to bed on a warm straw coating.\r\n\r\n[ch]F#7[/ch]  [ch]Bm[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch]       \r\n[ch]G[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]\r\n\r\nHeavy Horses, move the land under me\r\n\r\n[ch]F#7[/ch]  [ch]Bm[/ch]                  \r\n[ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch]             \r\n[ch]G[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]\r\n\r\n  Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free\r\n\r\n[ch]F#7[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]          \r\n[ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\nNow you're down to the few\r\n\r\n           \r\n[ch]Bb[/ch]          [ch]F[/ch]\r\n\r\nAnd there's no work to do\r\n\r\n          [ch]C[/ch] \r\n[ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\n\r\nThe tractor's on its way.\r\n\r\n \r\nLet me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed\r\n\r\n  to keep the old line going.\r\n\r\nAnd we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood\r\n\r\n  behind the young trees growing\r\n\r\nTo hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,\r\n\r\n  and your eighteen hands at the shoulder\r\n\r\nAnd one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry\r\n\r\n  and the nights are seen to draw colder\r\n\r\nThey'll beg for your strength, your gentle power\r\n\r\n  your noble grace and your bearing\r\n\r\nAnd you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls\r\n\r\n  in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.\r\nStanding like tanks on the brow of the hill\r\n\r\nUp into the cold wind facing\r\n\r\nIn stiff battle harness, chained to the world\r\n\r\nAgainst the low sun racing\r\n\r\nBring me a wheel of oaken wood\r\n\r\nA rein of polished leather\r\n\r\nA Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky\r\n\r\nBrewing heavy weather.\r\nBring a song for the evening\r\n\r\nClean brass to flash the dawn\r\n\r\n  across these acres glistening\r\n\r\n  like dew on a carpet lawn\r\n\r\nIn these dark towns folk lie sleeping\r\n\r\n  as the heavy horses thunder by\r\n\r\n  to wake the dying city\r\n\r\n  with the living horseman's cry\r\n\r\nAt once the old hands quicken ---\r\n\r\n  bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---\r\n\r\n  thrill to the sound of all\r\n\r\n  the heavy horses coming home.\r","plain_text":"INTRO\n\nCAPO 3 FRET\n\nBm\nEm        C            \n\n      C      \nD           Dsus4 \nG\n\nAn October's day, towards evening\nEm             \nC            \nD            G\n\nSweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough\n\n  C       D          \nDsus4  G\n\nSalt on a deep chest seasoning\n\nEm        C            \nD            G\n\nLast of the line at an honest day's toil\n\nC       D          \nDsus4  G\n\nTurning the deep sod  under\n\nEm        C            \nD            G\n\nFlint at the fetlock, chasing the bone\n\nC       D           \nDsus4  G\n\nFlies at the nostrils plunder.\n\n      C          \nD             \nG           C\n\nThe Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie\n\n           Am            \nD      Dsus4  Em\n\n  with the Shire on his feathers floating\n\n C          \nD     G          \nC\n\nHauling soft timber into the dusk\n\n    C       D           \nDsus4  G\n\n  to bed on a warm straw coating.\n\nF#7  Bm    G Bm       \nG            A\n\nHeavy Horses, move the land under me\n\nF#7  Bm                  \nG Bm             \nG           A\n\n  Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free\n\nF#7         G          \nD\n\nNow you're down to the few\n\n           \nBb          F\n\nAnd there's no work to do\n\n          C \nEm        D  Bm\n\nThe tractor's on its way.\n\n \nLet me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed\n\n  to keep the old line going.\n\nAnd we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood\n\n  behind the young trees growing\n\nTo hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,\n\n  and your eighteen hands at the shoulder\n\nAnd one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry\n\n  and the nights are seen to draw colder\n\nThey'll beg for your strength, your gentle power\n\n  your noble grace and your bearing\n\nAnd you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls\n\n  in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.\nStanding like tanks on the brow of the hill\n\nUp into the cold wind facing\n\nIn stiff battle harness, chained to the world\n\nAgainst the low sun racing\n\nBring me a wheel of oaken wood\n\nA rein of polished leather\n\nA Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky\n\nBrewing heavy weather.\nBring a song for the evening\n\nClean brass to flash the dawn\n\n  across these acres glistening\n\n  like dew on a carpet lawn\n\nIn these dark towns folk lie sleeping\n\n  as the heavy horses thunder by\n\n  to wake the dying city\n\n  with the living horseman's cry\n\nAt once the old hands quicken ---\n\n  bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---\n\n  thrill to the sound of all\n\n  the heavy horses coming 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