White On The Ground The Kruse Brothers

White On The Ground

The Kruse Brothers

SoloSage

157
0:00 3:24
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: Dm
Kapo:
5. Bund
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Intro]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
Well,
    Am
I haven't seen snow in a couple of years
Still dry in the desert this time of year
              Dm
There's cracks  in the ground for the poor man's tears
        E7
There's brown in the bushes for the raven and deer

[Verse 2]
Am             Am
  There's a hollow hope sounding from the hole in the
ground
It's the squeak of the wheel it's the hush of the town
            Dm
There's a fire full of morning though there's no one around
      E7
To be felt by the flicker of the flame on the ground
Am          F
  Saddle up son

[Chorus]
                       Am
We'll be riding at dawn
         E7                                Am
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
                    F                                 Am
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
      E7
Has a thick, thick blanket
                      Am
Of white on the ground

[Verse 3]
Well,
      Am
the wind whistles meaner things than I'll ever say
The cold to a stranger is a hoof to the clay
  Dm
Never I remember such greed in an eye
         E7
The judge  is a joker and he lives in the sky
Am          F
  Saddle up son

[Chorus]
                       Am
We'll be riding at dawn
         E7                                Am
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
                    F                                 Am
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
      E7
Has a thick, thick blanket
                      Am
Of white on the ground

[Bridge]
          | F | Am |
| E7 | Am | F | Am |
| E7 | -  |

[Verse 4]
Well,
    Am
I haven't been home for a couple of years
The snow is a ransom for my younger years
    Dm
Hell  isn't burning it's the chill of the night
         E7
And it's all frozen over and it's covered in white
Am          F
  Saddle up son

[Chorus]
                       Am
We'll be riding at dawn
         E7                                Am
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
                    F                                 Am
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
        E7
And may God take the memory
                      Am
Of white on the ground

[Outro]
White on the ground

Takte

[Intro]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
| Am | -  | - | - |
| Dm | E7 |

Well,
I haven't seen snow in a couple of years
Still dry in the desert this time of year
There's cracks  in the ground for the poor man's tears
There's brown in the bushes for the raven and deer

[Verse 2]
          | Am | - |
| Am | -  | -  | - |
| Dm | E7 | Am | - |
| F  |

There's a hollow hope sounding from the hole in the
ground
It's the squeak of the wheel it's the hush of the town
There's a fire full of morning though there's no one around
To be felt by the flicker of the flame on the ground
Saddle up son

[Chorus]
     | Am | E7 | Am |
| F  | Am | E7 | -  |
| Am | -  | -  | -  |

We'll be riding at dawn
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
Has a thick, thick blanket
Of white on the ground

[Verse 3]
| Am | -  | -  | - |
| Dm | E7 | Am | - |
| F  |

Well,
the wind whistles meaner things than I'll ever say
The cold to a stranger is a hoof to the clay
Never I remember such greed in an eye
The judge  is a joker and he lives in the sky
Saddle up son

[Chorus]
     | Am | E7 | Am |
| F  | Am | E7 | -  |
| Am | -  |

We'll be riding at dawn
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
Has a thick, thick blanket
Of white on the ground

[Bridge]
          | F | Am |
| E7 | Am | F | Am |
| E7 | -  |

[Verse 4]
         | Am | -  |
| -  | - | Dm | E7 |
| Am | - | F  |

Well,
I haven't been home for a couple of years
The snow is a ransom for my younger years
Hell  isn't burning it's the chill of the night
And it's all frozen over and it's covered in white
Saddle up son

[Chorus]
               | Am |
| E7 | Am | F  | Am |
| E7 | -  | Am |

We'll be riding at dawn
And that Santa Fe sun will be setting tomorrow
We ride through the willow till the grass on the mound
And may God take the memory
Of white on the ground

[Outro]
White on the ground

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