Chords for Fairport Convention : The Plainsman (live 1982)
Tempo:
134.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Am
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
It's Fairpoint 9 now.
[E] [G]
This is a song from, I think, Rosie.
It's called The Plainsman.
[C]
Oh, I come from the moor and [F] the mountain,
[D]
[G] from the wards [F] of Wall [C] Street.
I've turned my back on [F] the mountain [C] track,
I'm walking [Em] in [Am] the dream.
[C]
And every new [F]
[C] horizon,
to me it seems [Am] the same.
[F] [C] And everywhere [F] looks old [Dm] and bare,
[G] while traveling [F] on the [D] plains.
[C]
[Am] [G]
[F] [C]
Well, there's no one right [F] this road [Dm] with me,
[G]
[F] Plainsman rides [C] alone.
The welcome waits by [F] the city [C] gate,
no voice to call [Am] me home.
[C] Long I came [F] into this [C] place,
that is how [Am] I know.
[D] [C] And all I [D] learned [F] is the [Dm] season's tough,
[G] so [F] I [C] need to go.
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[F] [C]
[D] [F]
[C]
[Am]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[Am]
[C]
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[F] [Em] [C]
[A] [C]
[Cm] Oh, the [C] world is hung,
[F]
silver [Dm] tongues,
[G] with [F] good advice [C] to give.
But if you can't show [D] [F] me how to [C] die,
tell me how to live.
[Am]
[A] [C]
Plainsman's song, [F] though it's seldom [C] sung,
is all that meets [Am] the ear.
[C] And all I believe is the [F]
fall [Dm] of the leaves,
[G] and the turn [F] of [C] the year.
[F]
[F#] [G]
[F] [C]
[A]
[G] [C]
[G]
[A] [N]
[E] [G]
This is a song from, I think, Rosie.
It's called The Plainsman.
[C]
Oh, I come from the moor and [F] the mountain,
[D]
[G] from the wards [F] of Wall [C] Street.
I've turned my back on [F] the mountain [C] track,
I'm walking [Em] in [Am] the dream.
[C]
And every new [F]
[C] horizon,
to me it seems [Am] the same.
[F] [C] And everywhere [F] looks old [Dm] and bare,
[G] while traveling [F] on the [D] plains.
[C]
[Am] [G]
[F] [C]
Well, there's no one right [F] this road [Dm] with me,
[G]
[F] Plainsman rides [C] alone.
The welcome waits by [F] the city [C] gate,
no voice to call [Am] me home.
[C] Long I came [F] into this [C] place,
that is how [Am] I know.
[D] [C] And all I [D] learned [F] is the [Dm] season's tough,
[G] so [F] I [C] need to go.
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[F] [C]
[D] [F]
[C]
[Am]
[C]
[F]
[C]
[Am]
[C]
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[F] [Em] [C]
[A] [C]
[Cm] Oh, the [C] world is hung,
[F]
silver [Dm] tongues,
[G] with [F] good advice [C] to give.
But if you can't show [D] [F] me how to [C] die,
tell me how to live.
[Am]
[A] [C]
Plainsman's song, [F] though it's seldom [C] sung,
is all that meets [Am] the ear.
[C] And all I believe is the [F]
fall [Dm] of the leaves,
[G] and the turn [F] of [C] the year.
[F]
[F#] [G]
[F] [C]
[A]
[G] [C]
[G]
[A] [N]
Key:
C
F
G
Am
Dm
C
F
G
It's Fairpoint 9 now. _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ This is a song from, I think, Rosie.
It's called The Plainsman. _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, I come from the moor and [F] the mountain,
_ [D] _ _
[G] from the wards [F] of Wall _ [C] Street. _ _ _ _
I've turned my back on [F] the mountain [C] track, _
I'm walking [Em] in [Am] the dream.
_ _ _ [C]
And every new [F] _
_ [C] horizon, _ _
to me it seems [Am] the same.
_ _ [F] [C] And _ everywhere _ [F] looks old [Dm] and bare,
[G] while traveling [F] on the [D] plains.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, there's no one right [F] this road [Dm] with me,
_ [G] _ _
[F] Plainsman rides [C] alone.
_ _ _ The welcome _ waits by [F] the city [C] gate,
_ _ no voice to call [Am] me home.
_ _ _ _ [C] Long I came [F] into this [C] place,
_ that is how [Am] I know.
_ _ [D] _ [C] And all I [D] learned [F] is the _ [Dm] season's tough,
[G] so _ [F] I [C] need to go. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Cm] _ Oh, the [C] world is hung,
_ _ [F] _
silver [Dm] tongues,
_ [G] with [F] good advice [C] to give. _
_ _ _ But if you can't show [D] _ [F] me how to [C] die, _ _ _
tell me how to live.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ _
Plainsman's song, [F] though it's seldom [C] sung,
is all that meets [Am] the ear.
_ _ [C] And all I believe is the [F]
fall [Dm] of the leaves,
[G] and the turn [F] _ of [C] the _ year. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ This is a song from, I think, Rosie.
It's called The Plainsman. _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, I come from the moor and [F] the mountain,
_ [D] _ _
[G] from the wards [F] of Wall _ [C] Street. _ _ _ _
I've turned my back on [F] the mountain [C] track, _
I'm walking [Em] in [Am] the dream.
_ _ _ [C]
And every new [F] _
_ [C] horizon, _ _
to me it seems [Am] the same.
_ _ [F] [C] And _ everywhere _ [F] looks old [Dm] and bare,
[G] while traveling [F] on the [D] plains.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, there's no one right [F] this road [Dm] with me,
_ [G] _ _
[F] Plainsman rides [C] alone.
_ _ _ The welcome _ waits by [F] the city [C] gate,
_ _ no voice to call [Am] me home.
_ _ _ _ [C] Long I came [F] into this [C] place,
_ that is how [Am] I know.
_ _ [D] _ [C] And all I [D] learned [F] is the _ [Dm] season's tough,
[G] so _ [F] I [C] need to go. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Cm] _ Oh, the [C] world is hung,
_ _ [F] _
silver [Dm] tongues,
_ [G] with [F] good advice [C] to give. _
_ _ _ But if you can't show [D] _ [F] me how to [C] die, _ _ _
tell me how to live.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ _
Plainsman's song, [F] though it's seldom [C] sung,
is all that meets [Am] the ear.
_ _ [C] And all I believe is the [F]
fall [Dm] of the leaves,
[G] and the turn [F] _ of [C] the _ year. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _