Sands Of Nevada by Mark Knopfler from Sailing To Philadelphia album
For any questions mail me to fffoma@gmail.co
Time: 6/8
Key: C Minor
Capo: 3
To play without capo hit 'transpose' down to A (-1,5)
BbMaj7..........[x1323x]
Bm7b5...........[x2323x]
FMaj7...........[1x221x]
Gbdim...........[2x121x]
E7sus4..........[020200]
F7b5............[1x120x]
Abdim...........[4x343x]
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
These t[Am]ables are haunted
By the gh[G]ost of Las Vegas
Their ch[Am]ips were once mountains
But they c[G]ame here to pl[Am]ay
They could t[Am]ake me if they w[C]anted
But I have n[G]othing worth counting
And like the s[Am]ands of Nevada
They go dr[G]ifting aw[Am]ay
Lady l[Am]uck's still a mystery
With her h[G]ead on my shoulder
And [Am]I don't know why
I still w[G]ant her to d[Am]ance
I g[Am]uess that's all h[C]istory
What it [G]is is a I'm older
And [Am]I'm still a fool
For a [G]one-way rom[Am]ance
Her d[C]ice were red rubies
They r[F]olled and they t[G]umbled
And I n[C]ever saw time
Running [F]out with my r[G]oll
And in the w[Am]asteland of cut glass
My dr[G]eams were crumbled
And I've p[Am]aid with whatever
I had l[G]eft for a s[Am]oul
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
Now the d[Am]awn's broken even
On a [G]empty horizon
No r[Am]eason for folding
No r[G]eason to st[Am]ay
It's too s[Am]oon to be l[C]eaving
Too l[G]ate for criticizing
And the s[Am]ands of Nevada
They go dr[G]ifting aw[Am]ay
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
| F7b5 | % | Abdim | E7sus4 E7 |
| Am |
For any questions mail me to fffoma@gmail.co
Time: 6/8
Key: C Minor
Capo: 3
To play without capo hit 'transpose' down to A (-1,5)
BbMaj7..........[x1323x]
Bm7b5...........[x2323x]
FMaj7...........[1x221x]
Gbdim...........[2x121x]
E7sus4..........[020200]
F7b5............[1x120x]
Abdim...........[4x343x]
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
These t[Am]ables are haunted
By the gh[G]ost of Las Vegas
Their ch[Am]ips were once mountains
But they c[G]ame here to pl[Am]ay
They could t[Am]ake me if they w[C]anted
But I have n[G]othing worth counting
And like the s[Am]ands of Nevada
They go dr[G]ifting aw[Am]ay
Lady l[Am]uck's still a mystery
With her h[G]ead on my shoulder
And [Am]I don't know why
I still w[G]ant her to d[Am]ance
I g[Am]uess that's all h[C]istory
What it [G]is is a I'm older
And [Am]I'm still a fool
For a [G]one-way rom[Am]ance
Her d[C]ice were red rubies
They r[F]olled and they t[G]umbled
And I n[C]ever saw time
Running [F]out with my r[G]oll
And in the w[Am]asteland of cut glass
My dr[G]eams were crumbled
And I've p[Am]aid with whatever
I had l[G]eft for a s[Am]oul
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
Now the d[Am]awn's broken even
On a [G]empty horizon
No r[Am]eason for folding
No r[G]eason to st[Am]ay
It's too s[Am]oon to be l[C]eaving
Too l[G]ate for criticizing
And the s[Am]ands of Nevada
They go dr[G]ifting aw[Am]ay
| BbMaj7 | % | Bm7b5 | % |
| FMaj7 | % | Gbdim | % |
| E7 | E7sus4 E7 |
| F7b5 | % | Abdim | E7sus4 E7 |
| Am |