Biografia:
Chris Smither (born November 11, 1944 in Miami, Florida) is an American folk/blues singer, guitarist, and songwriter. He grew up mainly in New Orleans and attended the University of the Americas in Mexico City, planning on becoming an anthropologist, but transferred to Tulane University after a year, during which time he discovered the music of Mississippi John Hurt. While in Paris for a junior year abroad, he spent his time playing guitar rather than attending classes and was kicked out of college as a result.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Definitely play around with the thumb picking on this one. It's almost a "boom chick" pattern on the chorus
parts.
He plays the Am chorus part in the 5th position off the minor blues pentatonic scale.
[Intro]
Am Am Am E7 Am Am Am E7 E7 Am E7 Am
[Verse 1]
C/G G
Take a look inside,
Dm Am
I’ve got nothing left to hide,
C/G E Am
Take me as I am not what I want to be.
C/G G
The why we’ll never know,
Dm Am
We passed that long ago,
C/G E7 Am
Is and was is all we’re ever gonna be.
[Chorus]
Am
He's almost shade, down by the river,
Am
Feels a breath that makes him shiver,
Am E7
Takes a breath and makes a dive alone.
Am
But the dead don’t get no vacation,
Am
Down in that subway station,
Am E7
The only break they take is to the bone
E7 Am
And they’re waiting on a train to take them home.
C/G E7 Am
They’re waiting on a train to take them home.
[Verse 2]
C/G G
I don’t think I see,
Dm Am
Much of anything for me,
C/G E7 Am
In visions of the past or the everafter.
C/G G
Now is what can be,
Dm Am
All the rest is wait and see,
C/G E7 Am
Those prophets never hear that cosmic laughter.
[Chorus]
Am
And gypsies in their wagons rolling,
Am
Never hear those death bells tolling,
Am E7
Never take no notice of the tone.
Am
But I do, and my pulse beats quicker,
Am
Scornful laughs and knowing snickers,
Am E7
Stop my heart and sink it like a stone.
E7 Am
Now I’m waiting on a train to take me home.
C/G E7 Am
Just waiting on a train to take me home.
[Solo]
C/G G Dm Am C/G E Am (2x)
Am Am Am E7 Am Am Am E7 E7 Am C/G E7 Am
[Verse 3]
C/G G
This ain’t what it seems,
G Dm Am
And it’s not the stuff of dreams,
C/G E Am
Nothing is as clear as this confusion.
C/G G
The somewhat welcome news,
G Dm Am
Is there is no way to lose,
C/G E Am
Because what isn’t real is genuine illusion.
[Chorus]
Am
And it’s all about that graveyard dancing,
Am
Some sit still and some still prancing,
A7 E7
And some get caught between them in a zone.
Am
Well there’s nothing left to give them cover,
Am
They can’t even see each other,
Am E7
They just step and stumble on their own.
E7 Am
They’re waiting on a train to take them home.
[Outro]
C/G
They’re waiting on a train,
E7
I’m waiting on a train,
E7 E7 Am
We’re all waiting on that train to take us home.
parts.
He plays the Am chorus part in the 5th position off the minor blues pentatonic scale.
[Intro]
Am Am Am E7 Am Am Am E7 E7 Am E7 Am
[Verse 1]
C/G G
Take a look inside,
Dm Am
I’ve got nothing left to hide,
C/G E Am
Take me as I am not what I want to be.
C/G G
The why we’ll never know,
Dm Am
We passed that long ago,
C/G E7 Am
Is and was is all we’re ever gonna be.
[Chorus]
Am
He's almost shade, down by the river,
Am
Feels a breath that makes him shiver,
Am E7
Takes a breath and makes a dive alone.
Am
But the dead don’t get no vacation,
Am
Down in that subway station,
Am E7
The only break they take is to the bone
E7 Am
And they’re waiting on a train to take them home.
C/G E7 Am
They’re waiting on a train to take them home.
[Verse 2]
C/G G
I don’t think I see,
Dm Am
Much of anything for me,
C/G E7 Am
In visions of the past or the everafter.
C/G G
Now is what can be,
Dm Am
All the rest is wait and see,
C/G E7 Am
Those prophets never hear that cosmic laughter.
[Chorus]
Am
And gypsies in their wagons rolling,
Am
Never hear those death bells tolling,
Am E7
Never take no notice of the tone.
Am
But I do, and my pulse beats quicker,
Am
Scornful laughs and knowing snickers,
Am E7
Stop my heart and sink it like a stone.
E7 Am
Now I’m waiting on a train to take me home.
C/G E7 Am
Just waiting on a train to take me home.
[Solo]
C/G G Dm Am C/G E Am (2x)
Am Am Am E7 Am Am Am E7 E7 Am C/G E7 Am
[Verse 3]
C/G G
This ain’t what it seems,
G Dm Am
And it’s not the stuff of dreams,
C/G E Am
Nothing is as clear as this confusion.
C/G G
The somewhat welcome news,
G Dm Am
Is there is no way to lose,
C/G E Am
Because what isn’t real is genuine illusion.
[Chorus]
Am
And it’s all about that graveyard dancing,
Am
Some sit still and some still prancing,
A7 E7
And some get caught between them in a zone.
Am
Well there’s nothing left to give them cover,
Am
They can’t even see each other,
Am E7
They just step and stumble on their own.
E7 Am
They’re waiting on a train to take them home.
[Outro]
C/G
They’re waiting on a train,
E7
I’m waiting on a train,
E7 E7 Am
We’re all waiting on that train to take us home.
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