Chord Indian Sunset by Elton John

bb7b7ebm7 * as i awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee oh i went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman for he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving D#m D#m9 this i can’t believe i said , i can’t believe our warlord’s dead D#m9 abmeb D#m7 oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns D#m D#m9 oh great father of the iroquois ever since i was young abmeb D#m9 i’ve read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums D#m D#m7 i’ve learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild D#m9 abmeb D#m9 to run the gauntlet of the sioux , to make a chieftain’s daughter mine D#m and now you ask that i should watch D#m D#m7 D#m9 the red man’s race be slowly crushed D#m abmeb what kind of words are these to hear D#m9 from yellow dog whom white man fears D#m7 * G#m G# A# Cb Cb C# D7 D7 D7 - 5 D7 D G bmf# Em gd C amd Em D i take only what is mine lord , my pony , my squaw , and my child G bmf# Em gd C amd Em D i can’t stay to see you die along with my tribe’s pride Am7 D G cg i go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons Em7 Am7 G F6 add9 Am G C * * * where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run G bmf# Em gd C amd Em D trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand G bmf# Em gd C amd Em D those who wish to follow me i welcome with my hands Am7 D G cg i heard from passing renegades geronimo was dead Em7 Am7 Gsus4 F6 add9 Am7 Bm7 Em em7d Cmaj7 * * * * Em he’d been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead_____________________ Em ame Em Em ge ge Em ge Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Em Em Em ge ge Em ge Em ge Em Em Em Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am G G G Am Am Am d7a Am add9 d7a Em gd Em * * * * * Em gd C F# now there seems no reason why i should carry on Am7 F# C D in this land that once was my land i can’t find a home Em gd C F# it’s lonely and it’s quiet and the horse soldiers are coming Am F# C D and i think it’s time i strung my bow and ceased my senseless running Em gd C F# for soon i’ll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones Am F# C D where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns Em gd C F# and the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold Am F# C Em em7d Cmaj7 Em * * * * and peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet ho________________le . Em em7d Cmaj7 * * * * D