Heavy Horses Tabulatur von Jethro Tull (für Baryton)

CAPO 3rd FRET Optional  
Bm  
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.  
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.  
   
 
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.