Agisymban Trilogy Chords by John Edmond
Tempo:
79.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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They called it [C] Agasimba, [D] this fair and promised [G] land.
And it was the stone age home [D] of the little yellow [G] man.
He hunted with a bow [D] and he worshipped to the sun.
[G] Yes, he was the [C] hunter, but he was the hunted one.
[G] [C] Then down from the [G] jungles there came the Turbot tribes
with their spears and shields [D] and their long flashing [G] knives.
[C] And they hounded the [G] bushman from his [D] painted caves and lands
[C] to the merciless [G] wastes of the Kalahari sands.
Then came [C] the Arabs and [D] the sturdy Portuguese
[G]
to the land they called [C] Sephala from [G] the seven seas.
And they fought [C] Monomatapas, [D] warriors [G] of old,
to run [C] across his kingdom [D] and take away [G] his gold.
[C] Then the Matapili [D] came running [G] from the poor
[C] to plunder the Mashana [D] and wage [G] another war.
[C] And the Columns came [G] marching and they ruled for many years
[C] and they called the land [G] Rhodesia, [D] those British [G] pioneers.
And the white men worked and the black men [C] toiled
and the tribes [D] all fought and [Em] rebellions boiled.
The world went mad, the two world wars,
[Am] and although men died, [D] never settled their [Em] scores.
And the madness spread, it's the same damn [Am] thing.
Hear the war drums [D] throb, hear the fugals ring.
And [Em] they bane Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun.
[Am] And the winners lost and [D] the losers won.
[G] But live in this land and share all its foils.
You reap what you sow [Am] through labors [D] and toils.
[G] Black men and white men have all paid a price.
Yellow man's gone, [D] like a man, [G] sacrificed.
[C] [G]
[Am] Call it [D] what you can, [G] you all can live [C] in it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little [G] yellow man.
Agusimba, [C] Sofala, [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in [C] it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[A] to the little [G] yellow man.
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, [Am] Zimbabwe.
Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in it.
[C] But no one [G] can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little yellow [G] man.
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] [N]
And it was the stone age home [D] of the little yellow [G] man.
He hunted with a bow [D] and he worshipped to the sun.
[G] Yes, he was the [C] hunter, but he was the hunted one.
[G] [C] Then down from the [G] jungles there came the Turbot tribes
with their spears and shields [D] and their long flashing [G] knives.
[C] And they hounded the [G] bushman from his [D] painted caves and lands
[C] to the merciless [G] wastes of the Kalahari sands.
Then came [C] the Arabs and [D] the sturdy Portuguese
[G]
to the land they called [C] Sephala from [G] the seven seas.
And they fought [C] Monomatapas, [D] warriors [G] of old,
to run [C] across his kingdom [D] and take away [G] his gold.
[C] Then the Matapili [D] came running [G] from the poor
[C] to plunder the Mashana [D] and wage [G] another war.
[C] And the Columns came [G] marching and they ruled for many years
[C] and they called the land [G] Rhodesia, [D] those British [G] pioneers.
And the white men worked and the black men [C] toiled
and the tribes [D] all fought and [Em] rebellions boiled.
The world went mad, the two world wars,
[Am] and although men died, [D] never settled their [Em] scores.
And the madness spread, it's the same damn [Am] thing.
Hear the war drums [D] throb, hear the fugals ring.
And [Em] they bane Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun.
[Am] And the winners lost and [D] the losers won.
[G] But live in this land and share all its foils.
You reap what you sow [Am] through labors [D] and toils.
[G] Black men and white men have all paid a price.
Yellow man's gone, [D] like a man, [G] sacrificed.
[C] [G]
[Am] Call it [D] what you can, [G] you all can live [C] in it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little [G] yellow man.
Agusimba, [C] Sofala, [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in [C] it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[A] to the little [G] yellow man.
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, [Am] Zimbabwe.
Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in it.
[C] But no one [G] can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little yellow [G] man.
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] [N]
Key:
G
D
C
Am
Em
G
D
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ They called it [C] Agasimba, [D] this fair and promised [G] land.
And it was the stone age home [D] of the little yellow [G] man.
He hunted with a bow [D] and he worshipped to the sun.
[G] _ Yes, he was the [C] hunter, but he was the hunted one.
[G] _ [C] Then down from the [G] jungles there came the Turbot tribes
with their spears and shields [D] and their long flashing [G] knives.
[C] And they hounded the [G] bushman from his [D] painted caves and lands
[C] to the merciless [G] wastes of the Kalahari sands. _
Then came [C] the Arabs and [D] the sturdy Portuguese
[G]
to the land they called [C] Sephala from [G] the seven seas.
And they fought [C] Monomatapas, [D] warriors [G] of old,
to run [C] across his kingdom [D] and take away [G] his gold.
[C] Then the Matapili [D] came running [G] from the poor
[C] to plunder the Mashana [D] and wage [G] another war.
[C] And the Columns came [G] marching and they ruled for many years
[C] and they called the land [G] Rhodesia, [D] those British [G] pioneers.
_ _ And the white men worked and the black men [C] toiled
and the tribes [D] all fought and [Em] rebellions boiled.
The world went mad, the two world wars,
[Am] and although men died, [D] never settled their [Em] scores.
And the madness spread, it's the same damn [Am] thing.
Hear the war drums [D] throb, hear the fugals ring.
And [Em] they bane Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun.
[Am] And the winners lost and [D] the losers won.
_ _ _ [G] But live in this land and share all its foils.
You reap what you sow [Am] through labors [D] and toils.
[G] Black men and white men have all paid a price.
Yellow man's gone, [D] like a man, [G] sacrificed. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Am] Call it [D] what you can, [G] you all can live [C] in it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little [G] yellow man. _
Agusimba, [C] Sofala, _ [G] Monomotava, _ Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in [C] it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[A] to the little [G] yellow man. _
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] _ _ [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, _ [Am] Zimbabwe.
Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in it.
[C] But no one [G] can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little yellow [G] man. _
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] _ _ [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ They called it [C] Agasimba, [D] this fair and promised [G] land.
And it was the stone age home [D] of the little yellow [G] man.
He hunted with a bow [D] and he worshipped to the sun.
[G] _ Yes, he was the [C] hunter, but he was the hunted one.
[G] _ [C] Then down from the [G] jungles there came the Turbot tribes
with their spears and shields [D] and their long flashing [G] knives.
[C] And they hounded the [G] bushman from his [D] painted caves and lands
[C] to the merciless [G] wastes of the Kalahari sands. _
Then came [C] the Arabs and [D] the sturdy Portuguese
[G]
to the land they called [C] Sephala from [G] the seven seas.
And they fought [C] Monomatapas, [D] warriors [G] of old,
to run [C] across his kingdom [D] and take away [G] his gold.
[C] Then the Matapili [D] came running [G] from the poor
[C] to plunder the Mashana [D] and wage [G] another war.
[C] And the Columns came [G] marching and they ruled for many years
[C] and they called the land [G] Rhodesia, [D] those British [G] pioneers.
_ _ And the white men worked and the black men [C] toiled
and the tribes [D] all fought and [Em] rebellions boiled.
The world went mad, the two world wars,
[Am] and although men died, [D] never settled their [Em] scores.
And the madness spread, it's the same damn [Am] thing.
Hear the war drums [D] throb, hear the fugals ring.
And [Em] they bane Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun.
[Am] And the winners lost and [D] the losers won.
_ _ _ [G] But live in this land and share all its foils.
You reap what you sow [Am] through labors [D] and toils.
[G] Black men and white men have all paid a price.
Yellow man's gone, [D] like a man, [G] sacrificed. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Am] Call it [D] what you can, [G] you all can live [C] in it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little [G] yellow man. _
Agusimba, [C] Sofala, _ [G] Monomotava, _ Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
[Am] Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in [C] it.
But no [G] one can win it, for it always belonged
[A] to the little [G] yellow man. _
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] _ _ [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, _ [Am] Zimbabwe.
Call it what [D] you can, [G] you all can live in it.
[C] But no one [G] can win it, for it always belonged
[D] to the little yellow [G] man. _
Agusimba, Sofala, [C] _ _ [G] Monomotava, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [N] _