Indian Sunset Elton John
Bb7b7\Ebm7
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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
[Ebm]This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our [Ebm9]warlord's dead
Ebm9 Abm\Eb Ebm7
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
Oh great [Ebm]father of the Iroquois ever since [Ebm9]I was young
Abm\Eb Ebm9
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I've [Ebm]learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted [Ebm7]pony wild
Ebm9 Abm\Eb Ebm9
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And [Ebm]now you ask that I should watch
The [Ebm]red man's race be sl[Ebm7]owly cr[Ebm9]ushed
Ebm Abm\Eb
What kind of words are these to hear
From [Ebm9]Yellow Dog whom white man fears
(Ebm7)*
Abm\(Ab Bb Cb Cb Db) D7 D7 D7-5 D7 D
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em D
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em D
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
Am7 D G C\G
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Em7 Am7 G F6(add9) Am G C(***)
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em D
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
G Bm\F# Em G\D C Am\D Em D
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
Am7 D G C\G
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
Em7 Am7 Gsus4 F6(add9) Am7 Bm7 Em (Em7\D Cmaj7)**** Em
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead_____________________
Em Am\E Em Em G\E G\E Em G\E Em Em
[Am] [Am] [Am] [G] [G] [G] [Am] [Am] [Am] [G] [G] [G] [Am] [Am]
Em Em Em G\E G\E Em G\E Em G\E Em Em Em
[Am] [Am] [Am] [G] [G] [G] [Am] [Am] [Am] [G] [G] [G] [Am] [Am] [Am]
(D7\A Am(add9) D7\A Em G\D Em)*****
Em G\D C G\B
Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
Am7 G\B C D
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
Em G\D C G\B
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
Am G\B C D
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
Em G\D C G\B
For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Am G\B C D
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
Em G\D C G\B
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
Am G\B C Em (Em7\D Cmaj7 Em)****
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet ho________________le.
(Em Em7\D Cmaj7)**** D
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