INTRO: G Am C G Em C G Am C G
It's high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing
And where the winds are [Am]blowing to,[C] there ain't no way of [G]knowing
The mountain grass is [Em]short,[C] it's dry and close to [G]burning
Crying out for [Am]water[C] as the season's [G]turning
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind,[C] through the mountains like a [G]river[Am][C][G]
I've been too long away from this wild open sky
On the concrete trails that [Am]wind[C] through the canyons dark and [G]wide
The sounds of people [Em]talking[C] in words of blue and [G]grey
And smells of doors and [Am]windows[C] closed against the [G]day
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
INSTRUMENTAL: Am C G Em C G Am C G
Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling
There's nothing but the [Am]sound[C] of the jaybirds [G]calling
My mind grows dry and [Em]thirsty[Em-D6-C] as the memories [G]linger
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C] through the mountains like a [G]river
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
INSTRUMENTAL: Em C G Am C G (4x)
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river [Am] [C] [G]
It's high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing
And where the winds are [Am]blowing to,[C] there ain't no way of [G]knowing
The mountain grass is [Em]short,[C] it's dry and close to [G]burning
Crying out for [Am]water[C] as the season's [G]turning
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind,[C] through the mountains like a [G]river[Am][C][G]
I've been too long away from this wild open sky
On the concrete trails that [Am]wind[C] through the canyons dark and [G]wide
The sounds of people [Em]talking[C] in words of blue and [G]grey
And smells of doors and [Am]windows[C] closed against the [G]day
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
INSTRUMENTAL: Am C G Em C G Am C G
Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling
There's nothing but the [Am]sound[C] of the jaybirds [G]calling
My mind grows dry and [Em]thirsty[Em-D6-C] as the memories [G]linger
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C] through the mountains like a [G]river
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
INSTRUMENTAL: Em C G Am C G (4x)
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river
CHORUS:
The sweet smell of the [Em]pin[G]es[C]__, the tall western [G]cedar
Drifting on the [Am]wind[C], through the mountains like a [G]river [Am] [C] [G]
