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Acorde de Mountain Men - Jethro Tull

Letra de Mountain Men

Am  F/A  D/A  G/A  A  D/A  C  B  



Am F

The poacher and his daughter throw soft

D G A5 D5 E C B

shadows on the water in the night.

Am F

A thin moon slips behind them as they

D G A5 D5 E5 C B

pull the net with no betraying light.



D F

And later on the coast road,

C Bb F/A G5

I meet them and the old man winks a smile.

Am F

And who am I to fast deny the right

D G A5 D5 E5 C5 B5

to take a fish once in a while?



Am F

I walk with them, they wish me luck

D G A5 D5 E5 C B

when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle.

D F

And from the church I hear them singing

C Bb F/A G5

as the ship moves sadly from the pier.

Am F

Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best,

D G A5 D5 E5 F5 C5

two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.



C5 F5 C5 double time

F5

There's a house on the hillside,

D5

where the drifting sands are born.

F5

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me

G5 Bb

back to the land where I came from.

C Bb Dm

Where the mountain men are kings

C Bb F Dm C Bbsus4

and the sound of the piper counts for everything.



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Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me.

Died in the trenches and at Alamein

...died in the Falklands on T.V.

Going back to the mountain kings

where the sound of the piper counts for everything.



Am F

Long generations from the Isles

D G Am

sent to tread the foreign miles

D5 E5

where the spiral ages meet.

F5

Felt naked dust beneath their feet.

Gm Eb/G

Future sun called winds to blow

Gm Eb/G

and the past and present hard-eyed crow

Gm Eb/G

flew hunting high and circling low over

F Eb F C5 F4 C5 F4

blackened plains of Eden.



REST OF LYRICS



There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.

Hoping for a word in a letter

fair wind-blown from across the sea

to where the mountain men are kings

and the sound of the piper counts for eveything.



There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me

back to the land where I came from.

Where the mountain men are kings

and the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Where the real mountain men are kings

and the sound of the piper counts for everything.



Feel the naked dust beneath my toes

while the future sun calls winds to blow

and the past and present black-eyed crow

flies hunting high and circling low

between dream mountains of our Eden.

Letra subida por: An�nimo

Discos en los que aparece este acorde: Crest Of A Knave (2005) , Crest Of A Knave

El acorde de Mountain Men de Jethro Tull es una versi�n de la canci�n original realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.

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