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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
EbmThis I canEbm9't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
Oh he Ebm9would noAbmt leEbave the Ebm7chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
OhEbm great fatEbm9her of the Iroquois ever since I was young
I've reaAbmd thEbe writing Ebm9of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I've Ebmlearned to hurl theEbm7 tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
To Ebm9run the gaAbmuntlEbet of thEbm9e Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And Ebmnow you ask that I should watch
The Ebmred man's racEbm7e be slEbm9owly crushed
What Ebmkind of worAbmds aEbre these to hear
From Ebm9Yellow Dog whom white man fears
Ebm7
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GI take BmonlFy what Emis mine LG/Dord, C my pony,Am myD squaw, Emand Dmy child
GI BmcanF't Emstay tG/Do seeC yAmou Ddie aEmlong Dwith my tribe's pride
Am7I go to searDch forG the C/Gyellow moon and the fathers of our sons
WheEm7re the rAm7ed sun sinkGs in the F6hills of goldAm and theG healinCg waters run
GTramBmpliFng dowEmn the praiG/Drie rCose AmleaDvingEm hooDf tracks in the sand
GThosBme wFho wiEmsh to G/DfolloCw mAme D I welcomeEm withD my hands
Am7I heard frDom passiGng renegades GC/Geronimo was dead
He'Em7d been Am7laying doGsus4wn his F6weapons Am7 when theyBm7 filled Emhim fEm7ull Dof Cmaj7 Em
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EmAmEEmEmG/EG/EEmG/EEmEm
AmAmAmGGGAmAmAmGGGAmAm
EmEmEmG/EG/EEmG/EEmG/EEmEmEm
AmAmAmGGGAmAmAmGGGAmAmAm
D7AD7AEmG/DEm
EmNow theG/Dre seems nCo reasonG/B why I should carry on
Am7In thisG/B land thCat onDce was my land I can't find a home
It's Emlonely anG/Dd it's Cquiet andG/B the horse soldiers are coming
And I AmthinG/Bk it's tCime I struDng my bow and ceased my senseless running
For Emsoon I'll fG/Dind the yelloCw moon aloG/Bng with my loved ones
WheAmre the buG/Bffalos graze in clCover Dfields without the sound of guns
AEmnd G/Dthe rCed sG/Bun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And Ampeace G/Bto thCis younEmg warEm7riorD coCmaj7mes witEmh a bullet ho________________le.
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*The first verse is sung accapella until chords are shown.
**The orchestra plays here. The sheet music has cut their parts out of the score.
This is an approximation of what they are playing:
EbmEbmEbmGbGbGbGbEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbmEbm
GbEbm
EbEbEbEbEbEbEbEb
Eb
RH: db eb gb ab bb db eb eb eb db db db db eb
EbEbEbEb
RH: db eb gb db eb bb db ab bb gb db eb gb db eb eb
EbEbEbEbEbEb
RH: ab bb db eb gb ab bb db eb db ab db bb gb Abm
EbEbEbDbAb
***Improv single not elaboration into next verse.
****Descending fourths on these intervals. See the recording for more info.
*****Single piano notes in the right hand are as follows:
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