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Subject: Chord submission: Horse Without Name
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Hello James -
Here is my first submission - America - A horse With No Name
Someone asked for it a while back, and it isn t in the America
directory at ftp.nevada.edu. - Bill
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Horse With No Name - America
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|||||| This looks like a barre F#m, only ======
++++++ 1st fret the E, B, and e are played open. ||||||
|||X|| ++++++ 1
++++++ 2nd Since I don t know what to call it, |XX|||
|||||| I ll call it F#m, but remember, ++++++ 2
++++++ 3rd NO barre chord. ||||||
|XX||| ++++++ 3
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The strumming goes something like this:
D = Down ; d = Down, but just hit the bottom E ; ^ = up
1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
** Mute the first 2 ups on the F#m.
Repeat this pattern with each line. (2 bars intro)
Every line is the same, chorus, verses, everything.
For the most part, chord changes on nouns.
The lyrics should be right, as I copied them from an old
copy of that greatest hits album. (back when the sleeves
had lyrics. :)
Bill Brown -
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On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds and rocks and things,
there was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
and the sky, with no clouds.
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
but the air was full of sound.
I ve been through the desert on a horse with no name.
It feels good to get out of the rain.
In the desert, you can remember your name
because there aint no one for to give you no pain.
La laaa, laaa, la la la la
La la la, laaa, laaa
La laaa, laaa, la la la la
La la la, laaa, laaa
After two days in the desert sun
my skin began to turn red.
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told of a river that flowed
made me sad to think it was dead.
Chorus
After nine days I let the horse run free
because the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desert with it s life underground
and a perfect disguise above.
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
but the humans will give no love.
La laaa, la, la la la la
La la la, laaa, la
etc.
Last verse: s-t-r-e-t-c-h above ( ahhh-bove)
Squeeze in 3 sylables into space of two : ...UnderTheCities...
Enjoy!
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