Biography:
Slaid Cleaves (born Richard Slaid Cleaves on June 9, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in South Berwick, Maine and Round Pond, Maine.
Slaid Cleaves’ music is marked by both the quirky blend of isolated eccentricity and steely resilience of his Yankee upbringing and the weathered soul of Texas, the state he has called home for over a decade now. First registering on the national folk scene by winning the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk competition in 1992
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Other songs:
- Broken Down
- Drinkin' Days
- One Good Year
- Another Kind Of Blue
- Beautiful Thing
- Below
- Beyond Love
- Black T
- Borderline
- Breakfast In Hell
- Bring It On
- Broke Down
- Call It Sleep
- Cold And Lonely
- Cry
- Dance Around The Fire
- Dreams
- Drinkin Days
- Fairest Of Them All
- Flowered Dresses
- Getaway Car
- Go For The Gold
- Gods Own Yodeler
- Gone
- Green Mountains And Me
- Hard To Believe
- Hickory
- Hometown Usa
- Horses
- Horshoe Lounge
- I Bet She Does
- If I Had A Heart
- In The Rain
- Junkyard
- Key Chain
- Lydia
- Millionaire
- New Years Day
- No Angel Knows
- Not Going Down
- November Skies
- Oh Roberta
- Primer Gray
- Quick As Dreams
- Rust Belt Fields
- Sinners Prayer
- Song For June
- Still Fighting The War
- Temporary
- Texas Love Song
- This Morning I Was Born Again
- Tiger Tom Dixons Blues
- Tumbleweed Stew
- Twistin
- Voice Of Midnight
- Whim Of Iron
- Wishbone
- Without Her
- Working Stiff
- You Dont Have To Tell Me
- Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch
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Slaid Cleaves - Quick As Dreams
## NOTE: ~ = Walk-Down from C to Am ##
CAPO: 2nd Fret
C F C F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
C F G
I'll show you a little picture I keep tucked in this old drawer
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F C F
Well, I joined up with the races when they came through Alabam
C F G
They had a good young rider, just a boy, named Sandy Graham
F G C ~ Am
We were two kids run away from home when the world was breaking down
C F G C
Didn't stay to see the family sell the farm and move to town
F C F
From Detroit to Tijuana to Annapolis we rode
C F G
They called us rookies "bug boys", we were just sixteen years old
F G C ~ Am
We were worth a couple of saddles and two big bags of grain
C F G C
The big men owned the horses and they owned us just the same
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F C F
Well it's Winnipeg and it's raining, but the track's not looking bad
C F G
They gave me Irish Princess, Sandy rode on Vesper Lad
F G C ~ Am
We were flying down the backstretch, my horse was running proud
C F G C
I pulled ahead of Sandy when a roar came from the crowd
F C F
I crouched as Irish Princess thundered across the line
C F G
And then I stood and turned around to see that friend of mine
F G C ~ Am
Vesper Lad was standing still, there must have been a fall
C F G C
And in the mud lay Sandy, looking lifeless as a doll
F C F
Well, the crowd ran up to Sandy, they scooped him off the track
C F G
They took him to the office, with shattered ribs and back
F G C ~ Am
At the hospital next morning, I sat by Sandy's side
C F G C
But the season would be ending soon and then I'd have to ride
INSTRUMENTAL: F G C F G C
F C F
Just a couple a days past Danville, word came down the line
C F G
Sandy'd lost his struggle, we hung our heads and cried
F G C ~ Am
It was poor old Mother Harris, from the boarding house in town
C F G C
Who paid for the little casket and laid him in the ground
F C F
I sent a couple of dollars, it was all that I could save
C F G
She drew me a little picture of the lonely rider's grave
F G C ~ Am
I've kept it in my bedroom drawer all these sixty years
C F G C
I still see that crumpled body now, but I'm too old for tears
C F C F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
C F G
I'll show you a little picture, it's right here in the drawer
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
## NOTE: ~ = Walk-Down from C to Am ##
CAPO: 2nd Fret
C F C F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
C F G
I'll show you a little picture I keep tucked in this old drawer
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F C F
Well, I joined up with the races when they came through Alabam
C F G
They had a good young rider, just a boy, named Sandy Graham
F G C ~ Am
We were two kids run away from home when the world was breaking down
C F G C
Didn't stay to see the family sell the farm and move to town
F C F
From Detroit to Tijuana to Annapolis we rode
C F G
They called us rookies "bug boys", we were just sixteen years old
F G C ~ Am
We were worth a couple of saddles and two big bags of grain
C F G C
The big men owned the horses and they owned us just the same
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F C F
Well it's Winnipeg and it's raining, but the track's not looking bad
C F G
They gave me Irish Princess, Sandy rode on Vesper Lad
F G C ~ Am
We were flying down the backstretch, my horse was running proud
C F G C
I pulled ahead of Sandy when a roar came from the crowd
F C F
I crouched as Irish Princess thundered across the line
C F G
And then I stood and turned around to see that friend of mine
F G C ~ Am
Vesper Lad was standing still, there must have been a fall
C F G C
And in the mud lay Sandy, looking lifeless as a doll
F C F
Well, the crowd ran up to Sandy, they scooped him off the track
C F G
They took him to the office, with shattered ribs and back
F G C ~ Am
At the hospital next morning, I sat by Sandy's side
C F G C
But the season would be ending soon and then I'd have to ride
INSTRUMENTAL: F G C F G C
F C F
Just a couple a days past Danville, word came down the line
C F G
Sandy'd lost his struggle, we hung our heads and cried
F G C ~ Am
It was poor old Mother Harris, from the boarding house in town
C F G C
Who paid for the little casket and laid him in the ground
F C F
I sent a couple of dollars, it was all that I could save
C F G
She drew me a little picture of the lonely rider's grave
F G C ~ Am
I've kept it in my bedroom drawer all these sixty years
C F G C
I still see that crumpled body now, but I'm too old for tears
C F C F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
C F G
I'll show you a little picture, it's right here in the drawer
CHORUS:
F G C ~ Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
F G C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
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