CAPO 3rd FRET
Bm
[Verse 1]
Em C D G
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
C D Dsus4 G
An October's day, towards evening
Em C D G
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
C D Dsus4 G
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Em C D G
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
C D Dsus4 G
Turning the deep sod under
Em C D G
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
C D Dsus4 G
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
C D G C
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
Am D Dsus4 Em
with the Shire on his feathers floating
C D G C
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
C D Dsus4 G
to bed on a warm straw coating.
[Chorus]
F#7 Bm G Bm G A
Heavy Horses, move the land under me
F#7 Bm G Bm G A
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
F#7 G D
Now you're down to the few
Bb F
And there's no work to do
C Em D Bm
The tractor's on its way.
[Verse 2]
Em C D G
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
C D Dsus4 G
to keep the old line going.
Em C D G
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
C D Dsus4 G
behind the young trees growing
Em C D G
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
C D Dsus4 G
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
Em C D G
And one day when the oil barrels have all dripped dry
C D Dsus4 G
and the nights are seen to draw colder
C D G C
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Am D Dsus4 Em
your noble grace and your bearing
C D G C
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
C D Dsus4 G
in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
