Southland In The Springtime — аккорды для укулеле
Аккорды:
G
F/G ≈
C
D
Em
Gsus ≈
F
Am7
D7
C/G ≈
G/B ≈
Em7
F/C ≈
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SOUTHLAND IN THE SPRINGTIME (Emily Saliers)
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[Actually in A, so capo at the 2nd fret.]
[Each chord is one measure, except chords joined by hyphens are one
measure _total_.]
G F/G C(9) D G F/G C(9) D
Intro
[G] [F/G] [C](9) [D]
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
[G] [F/G] [C](9) [D]
Light the bayou with our taillights in the night
Em C G - Gsus G
Eight hundred miles to El Paso from the state line
F(9) C Am7 D7
And we never have the money for the flight
Verse
2:
[G] [F/G] [C](9) [D]
I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
[G] [F/G] [C](9) [D]
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
Em C G - Gs C/G
I'm dirty from the diesel fuel, drinking coffee black
[G] [Am7] [D7sus] [D7]
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean
Chorus
[G] [G] [C] [C]
And there's something about the southland in the springtime
[G] [B7] [Em] [C]
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
[G] [Gsus/A] [G/B] [Gsus/C]
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Am7 G/B C D
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
Am7 G/B C D
When god made me born a yankee he was teasing
Em7 G/B C D
There's no place like home and none more pleasing than the southland
G C/G C F/C - C D C G - Gsus G
in the springtime
In Georgia, nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And warm peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers
[Repeat chorus, end on last G.]
Intro
TAB:
[G] [F](9)/[G] [C] [D]
[E] ----------------|----------------|----------------|------0=2---2-3-|
[B] ----------0-----|--1-------1-----|--1-------1-----|--3-------3-----|
[G] ------0-------0-|------0-------0-|----------------|----2-----------|
[D] ----0-------0---|----3-------3---|----0=2-----0=2-|0---------------|
[A] ----------------|----------------|3-------3-------|----------------|
[E] 3---+---3---+---|3---+---3---+---|+---+---+---+---|+---+---+---+---|
[G] [F](9)/[G] [C] [D]
[E] ----------------|----------------|----------------|------0=2-------|
[B] ----------0-----|--1-------1-----|--1-------1-----|--3-------------|
[G] ------0-------0-|------0-------0-|----------------|----2-----------|
[D] ----0-------0---|----3-------3---|----0=2-----0=2-|0---------------|
[A] ----------------|----------------|3-------3-------|----------------|
[E] 3---+---3---+---|3---+---3---+---|+---+---+---+---|+---+---+---+---|
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com