Subject: k/keelaghan_james/gladys_ridge.crd
Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 16:27:53 GMT
"Gladys Ridge"
James Keelaghan
From: "Small Rebellions" (1989)
Published by Tranquilla Music (1988)
Transcribed: Jen Mikita
(Capo 3rd fret - this puts it in F major without having to play all
those pesky bar chords)
>From G[D]ladys Ridge I made my way
Acro[G]ss the valleys, h[A]ills and plains
Acro[D]ss the fields all coloured dun
[G]Once more to Saska[A]tchewan
[Bm]Time to get b[A]ack to mother la[G]nd
[Bm]Better a good r[A]un than a bad sta[G]nd[A]
Chorus:
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave aga[A]in,
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave agai[A]n,
[D]Oh, I may ne[G]ver leave aga[A]in,
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave aga[A]in.
Northward now I turn my gaze
A ribbon coloured asphalt gray
My mind returned to different days
Distances I?d travelled
The miles like an hourglass?s sand
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
Underneath the star-filled skies
We run our course and live our lives
Lay down roots in a spinning ball
Live one life as if that?s all
Things might not work out as we had planned
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
Gladys Ridge she rises gray
As homeward now I make my way
An icon clothed in prairie scrub
The world a wheel and I its hub
A dormant fire waiting to be fanned
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 16:27:53 GMT
"Gladys Ridge"
James Keelaghan
From: "Small Rebellions" (1989)
Published by Tranquilla Music (1988)
Transcribed: Jen Mikita
(Capo 3rd fret - this puts it in F major without having to play all
those pesky bar chords)
>From G[D]ladys Ridge I made my way
Acro[G]ss the valleys, h[A]ills and plains
Acro[D]ss the fields all coloured dun
[G]Once more to Saska[A]tchewan
[Bm]Time to get b[A]ack to mother la[G]nd
[Bm]Better a good r[A]un than a bad sta[G]nd[A]
Chorus:
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave aga[A]in,
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave agai[A]n,
[D]Oh, I may ne[G]ver leave aga[A]in,
[D]Oh, I may n[G]ever leave aga[A]in.
Northward now I turn my gaze
A ribbon coloured asphalt gray
My mind returned to different days
Distances I?d travelled
The miles like an hourglass?s sand
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
Underneath the star-filled skies
We run our course and live our lives
Lay down roots in a spinning ball
Live one life as if that?s all
Things might not work out as we had planned
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
Gladys Ridge she rises gray
As homeward now I make my way
An icon clothed in prairie scrub
The world a wheel and I its hub
A dormant fire waiting to be fanned
Better a good run than a bad stand
(Chorus)
