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#For the Roses- Joni Mitchell
#Tabbed by Robin Young
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#CAPO 3
#Tuning: GGDGBD (after addition of capo)
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#Chords:
#Am7: X22010
#C/G: 00504X
#F/G: 00654X
#Gb5: 005050
#G: 008760
#Open G: 000000
#G/Cm: 00404X
#Gsus4: 000868
#G6b5: 00505X
#G7: 00600X
#Gm7sus4: 000646
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#Intro:
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#Pattern 1
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#Gsus4GG6b5Gb5G/Cm
#Open GC/GOpen G
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#Pattern 1
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[Gsus4]I heard it in the [G]wind last night [G6b5]
It sounded like [Gb5]ap-plause
[G/Cm] Did you get a round resounding
Open G C/GOpen G - Pattern 1
For you way up here?
[Gsus4]Seems like many dim [G]years ago
[G6b5]Since I heard [Gb5]that face to face or
[G/Cm] Seen you face to face
Open G C/GOpen G
Though tonight I can feel you here
Pattern 1 Gm7sus4
I get these notes on butterflies and
Gsus4 Open G
Lilac sprays from girls who just have to
[Am7]Tell me the[F/G]y saw [G7]you [F/G]some-[G7]where
F/GG7 (3x)
F/GF6/G
In some office sits a poet
And he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy
To circulate his soul around
On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women
In thirties evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the airport
Your names in the news
Everythings first class
The lights go down, and
Its just you up there
Getting them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes for love
And pour your simple sorrow
To the soundhole and your knee
And now youre seen on giant screens
And at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you
From the company
They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation- well, whos to know
If the next one in the nest
Will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful
With my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things
I really cant give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic
And they introduce some band
But they seem so much confetti
Looking at them from my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory
Just when youre getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards and the nails
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now, end of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the [G/Cm]moon swept down black water
Open G
Like an emp- -ty spotlight
#For the Roses- Joni Mitchell
#Tabbed by Robin Young
#
#CAPO 3
#Tuning: GGDGBD (after addition of capo)
#
#Chords:
#Am7: X22010
#C/G: 00504X
#F/G: 00654X
#Gb5: 005050
#G: 008760
#Open G: 000000
#G/Cm: 00404X
#Gsus4: 000868
#G6b5: 00505X
#G7: 00600X
#Gm7sus4: 000646
#
#Intro:
#
#Pattern 1
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D ---------
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B ---------
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G ---------
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D -------0-
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G -0-6-8---
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G ---------
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#Gsus4GG6b5Gb5G/Cm
#Open GC/GOpen G
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#Pattern 1
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[Gsus4]I heard it in the [G]wind last night [G6b5]
It sounded like [Gb5]ap-plause
[G/Cm] Did you get a round resounding
Open G C/GOpen G - Pattern 1
For you way up here?
[Gsus4]Seems like many dim [G]years ago
[G6b5]Since I heard [Gb5]that face to face or
[G/Cm] Seen you face to face
Open G C/GOpen G
Though tonight I can feel you here
Pattern 1 Gm7sus4
I get these notes on butterflies and
Gsus4 Open G
Lilac sprays from girls who just have to
[Am7]Tell me the[F/G]y saw [G7]you [F/G]some-[G7]where
F/GG7 (3x)
F/GF6/G
In some office sits a poet
And he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy
To circulate his soul around
On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women
In thirties evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the airport
Your names in the news
Everythings first class
The lights go down, and
Its just you up there
Getting them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes for love
And pour your simple sorrow
To the soundhole and your knee
And now youre seen on giant screens
And at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you
From the company
They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation- well, whos to know
If the next one in the nest
Will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful
With my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things
I really cant give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic
And they introduce some band
But they seem so much confetti
Looking at them from my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory
Just when youre getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards and the nails
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now, end of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the [G/Cm]moon swept down black water
Open G
Like an emp- -ty spotlight
