#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <9207150725.AA00921@hercules.cs.uregina.ca> To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Chord submission: Horse Without Name Cc: brownw@hercules.cs.uregina.ca Hello James - Here is my first submission - America - A horse With No Name Someone asked for it a while back, and it isn't in the America directory at ftp.nevada.edu. - Bill -------------------------------------------------------------- Horse With No Name - America ====== (Em) |||||| This looks like a barre F#m, only ====== ++++++ 1st fret the E, B, and e are played open. |||||| |||X|| ++++++ 1 ++++++ 2nd Since I don't know what to call it, |XX||| |||||| I'll call it F#m, but remember, ++++++ 2 ++++++ 3rd NO barre chord. |||||| |XX||| ++++++ 3 ++++++ The strumming goes something like this: D = Down ; d = Down, but just hit the bottom E ; ^ = up Em F#m 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & D D D ^ D ^ D ^ D ^ ^ D ^ ** Mute the first 2 ups on the F#m. Repeat this pattern with each line. (2 bars intro) Every line is the same, chorus, verses, everything. For the most part, chord changes on nouns. The lyrics should be right, as I copied them from an old copy of that 'greatest hits' album. (back when the sleeves had lyrics. :) Bill Brown - brownw@hercules.cs.uregina.ca Em F#m On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings. The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and the sky, with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry but the air was full of sound. I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. It feels good to get out of the rain. In the desert, you can remember your name because there aint no one for to give you no pain. La laaa, laaa, la la la la La la la, laaa, laaa La laaa, laaa, la la la la La la la, laaa, laaa After two days in the desert sun my skin began to turn red. After three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed. And the story it told of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead. Chorus After nine days I let the horse run free because the desert had turned to sea. There were plants and birds and rocks and things there was sand and hills and rings. The ocean is a desert with it's life underground and a perfect disguise above. Under the cities lies a heart made of ground but the humans will give no love. La laaa, la, la la la la La la la, laaa, la etc. Last verse: s-t-r-e-t-c-h 'above' ( ahhh-bove) Squeeze in 3 sylables into space of two : ...UnderTheCities... Enjoy! brownw@hercules.cs.uregina.ca ------ !v