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Don Henley - A Month Of Sundays - аккорды и текст, видео

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Don Henley - A Month Of Sundays - аккорды и текст, видео

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Авторы музыки: Don Henley, Maren Jensen
Авторы текста: Don Henley
A Month Of Sundays
Don Henley
This one suddenly came to me while playing some Dire Straits...
The original is on piano, but this is nice to play on an acoustic as a 
solo folk song (the last verse can be played with some distortion to go
with the tone of the lyrics). I've tabbed this out in the key of G because
I naturally sing low and it's how I remember the song, but feel free to
transpose it to A if you can sing like Don. If so, then play as follows:

G becomes A
C becomes D
D becomes E
Em becomes F#m
Bm becomes C#m

That's it! Here's the song. Apparently, this was inspired by Don's
grandfather and his experiences farming. Think of it as a soft-rock 
counterpoint to "Foreclosure of a Dream" :-)

G                  (can play C here, but not necessary)
I used to work for Harvester,
I used to use my hands,
I used to build the tractors and the combines,
that plowed and harvested this great land...
      Em               C  
Now I see my handiwork on the block
Em           Bm 
Everywhere I turn,
Em                             C
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces,
      Bm                  D
And I watched the harvest burn...

That's essentially it, as all the verses can be played with the same basic 
(G / C / D followed by Em / C / Em / Bm / Em / C / Bm and end on D)

At the end (after "I don't see next year's crop"), return to the second

      Em             C 
And I sit here in my back porch in the twilight, 
      Em                Bm
And I hear the crickets hum...
      Em          C
Sit and watch the lightning in the distance,
        Bm            D
but the showers never come...
  Em           C 
I sit here and listen to the wind blow,
  Em           Bm
I sit here and rub my hands,
  Em           C
I sit here and listen to the clock strike,
    Bm                          C (end on C) 
And wonder when I'll see my com-panion again..

That's about it. Economically and politically a bit dated, I guess, but
still packs a punch musically.

- G.
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