Cold As The Clay Chords, from the album Cold As The Clay.
Tabbed by Ricky Horror (mrrickyhorror@yahoo.com for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
[E]Whispers of ancients[A] buried by dust,
[B]Echoes of ages in [C#m]canyons of rust,
B E
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
[E]Cold [F#m]as [Ab]the [A]clay, dark as a [B]mine,
Wasting a[C#m]way [B]blood, sweat, and [A]grime
B A E
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
Tabbed by Ricky Horror (mrrickyhorror@yahoo.com for questions or errors)
I can't believe no one has posted this one yet. A great song by one of the best artists around.
Intro/Riff1: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
verse: E-A-B-C#m-B--E
chorus: -A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A--F#m-E
Riff2: E-F#m-Ab-A (Basically riff1 inverted)
Riff3: A-Ab-E-F#m
note: I think the F#m's might simply be F#, but it sounds more accurate to me as
a minor chord when I play it.
Intro: E-A-Ab-F#m-E
[E]Whispers of ancients[A] buried by dust,
[B]Echoes of ages in [C#m]canyons of rust,
B E
Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough
[E]Cold [F#m]as [Ab]the [A]clay, dark as a [B]mine,
Wasting a[C#m]way [B]blood, sweat, and [A]grime
B A E
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
E-A-B-C#m-B--E
The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old
The skills of the master done died with his soul
And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold
-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A--F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
E-A-B-C#m-B--E
The land was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a grim attitude
-A-B-C#m-B-A, B-A--F#m-E
Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, ly-in' & waiting for better times
