Heavy Horses - Jethro Tull(capo 3)
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D - Hm - A - G - A - A - G - A - Hm - F#7
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G - D - B - Em - C - Em - D
G - A - A - G - A - Hm - Hm - Hm
1.
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Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
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An October’s day towards evening
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Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
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Salt on a deep chest seasoning
2.
Last of the line at an honest day’s toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder
Pre.1
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The Suffolk, the Clydesdale and the Percheron vie
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With the Shire on his feathers floating
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Hauling soft timber into the dusk
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To bed on a warm straw coating
Ref.
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Heavy horses move the land under me
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Be͟hind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
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No͟w you’re down to the few and there’s no work to do
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The tractor is on it’s way
3.
Le͟t me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going
And we’ll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
Behind the young trees growing
4.
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth
And your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Pre.2
They’ll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And you’ll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
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5.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Pre.3
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather
Brid.1
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Bring a song for the evening, clean brass to flash the dawn
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Across these acres glistening, like dewon a carpet lawn
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In these dark towns folk lie sleeping, the heavy horses thunder by
AGADGAAGAHm
To wake the dying city with the living horseman’s cry
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Brid.2
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Ye, at once the old hands quicken, bring pick and wisp and curry comb
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Thrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming home
1. - Pre.3
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