Crossroads Chords by Gordon Lightfoot
Tempo:
55.95 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Bbm
Eb
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Ebm]
When [F] first I did appear [Ebm] upon this native soil, All up [Bb] and down this country at labor [Eb] I did toil.
I slumbered [Bb] in the moonlight and I rose [Eb] with the sun, I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers [Eb] run.
When first [Bb] I did come down where the land [Ebm] meets the sea, The people [Bbm] said, who are you and what will your [Eb] name be?
I [Bbm] said, I have no home and [Ebm] I am no man's son, This inland I was born and from inland [Eb] that I come.
[Bbm] In the good land [Ebm] I was young and I was strong, No one dared to call me [F] son, happy just to see [Eb] my days were done.
[Ebm] See my days were done.
[F]
[Ebm] So I [Bb] swung an axe as a timberjack and I [Ebm] worked the Quebec mines, And on the [Bbm] golden prairie I rode the big [Ebm] combines.
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town, Built the [Bbm] highways and the byways to the [Ebm] western salmon ground.
[Bbm]
[Ebm] I've gazed upon the good times, I've seen the bad times too, Felt [Bb] many a cold and bitter wind and [Ebm] many a morning dew.
I've watched [Bbm] the country growing like a fair and [Eb] mighty thing, And on the still of a summer night [Ebm] I've heard the mountains ring.
[Bbm] In the good land I was [Eb] young and I was strong, No one dared to call me son, happy just to see my [Ebm] days were done.
[Bb] See my days [Ebm] were done.
[F] [Ebm]
But now the [Bbm] seeds are planted and the gates are [Ebm] open wide, The old ways are forgotten, there's no place left to hide.
And the [Bb] legacy I'm leaving you is not [Ebm] very hard to find, You'll see [Bbm] it all around you at this [Ebm] crossroads of time.
[Bbm] In the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads [Bb] of time.
[Ebm]
When [F] first I did appear [Ebm] upon this native soil, All up [Bb] and down this country at labor [Eb] I did toil.
I slumbered [Bb] in the moonlight and I rose [Eb] with the sun, I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers [Eb] run.
When first [Bb] I did come down where the land [Ebm] meets the sea, The people [Bbm] said, who are you and what will your [Eb] name be?
I [Bbm] said, I have no home and [Ebm] I am no man's son, This inland I was born and from inland [Eb] that I come.
[Bbm] In the good land [Ebm] I was young and I was strong, No one dared to call me [F] son, happy just to see [Eb] my days were done.
[Ebm] See my days were done.
[F]
[Ebm] So I [Bb] swung an axe as a timberjack and I [Ebm] worked the Quebec mines, And on the [Bbm] golden prairie I rode the big [Ebm] combines.
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town, Built the [Bbm] highways and the byways to the [Ebm] western salmon ground.
[Bbm]
[Ebm] I've gazed upon the good times, I've seen the bad times too, Felt [Bb] many a cold and bitter wind and [Ebm] many a morning dew.
I've watched [Bbm] the country growing like a fair and [Eb] mighty thing, And on the still of a summer night [Ebm] I've heard the mountains ring.
[Bbm] In the good land I was [Eb] young and I was strong, No one dared to call me son, happy just to see my [Ebm] days were done.
[Bb] See my days [Ebm] were done.
[F] [Ebm]
But now the [Bbm] seeds are planted and the gates are [Ebm] open wide, The old ways are forgotten, there's no place left to hide.
And the [Bb] legacy I'm leaving you is not [Ebm] very hard to find, You'll see [Bbm] it all around you at this [Ebm] crossroads of time.
[Bbm] In the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads [Bb] of time.
[Ebm]
Key:
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Bb
F
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm]
When [F] first I did appear [Ebm] upon this native soil, All up [Bb] and down this country at labor [Eb] I did toil.
I slumbered [Bb] in the moonlight and I rose [Eb] with the sun, I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers [Eb] run.
_ When first [Bb] I did come down where the land [Ebm] meets the sea, The people [Bbm] said, who are you and what will your [Eb] name be?
I [Bbm] said, I have no home and [Ebm] I am no man's son, This inland I was born and from inland [Eb] that I come.
[Bbm] In the good land [Ebm] I was young and I was strong, No one dared to call me [F] son, happy just to see [Eb] my days were done.
[Ebm] See my days were done.
_ [F] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ So I [Bb] swung an axe as a timberjack and I [Ebm] worked the Quebec mines, And on the [Bbm] golden prairie I rode the big [Ebm] combines.
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town, Built the [Bbm] highways and the byways to the [Ebm] western salmon ground.
_ [Bbm] _
_ [Ebm] _ I've gazed upon the good times, I've seen the bad times too, Felt [Bb] many a cold and bitter wind and [Ebm] many a morning dew.
I've watched [Bbm] the country growing like a fair and [Eb] mighty thing, And on the still of a summer night [Ebm] I've heard the mountains ring.
[Bbm] In the good land I was [Eb] young and I was strong, No one dared to call me son, happy just to see my [Ebm] days were done.
[Bb] See my days [Ebm] were done.
_ _ [F] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ But now the [Bbm] seeds are planted and the gates are [Ebm] open wide, The old ways are forgotten, there's no place left to hide.
And the [Bb] legacy I'm leaving you is not [Ebm] very hard to find, You'll see [Bbm] it all around you at this [Ebm] crossroads of time.
[Bbm] In the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads [Bb] of time. _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When [F] first I did appear [Ebm] upon this native soil, All up [Bb] and down this country at labor [Eb] I did toil.
I slumbered [Bb] in the moonlight and I rose [Eb] with the sun, I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers [Eb] run.
_ When first [Bb] I did come down where the land [Ebm] meets the sea, The people [Bbm] said, who are you and what will your [Eb] name be?
I [Bbm] said, I have no home and [Ebm] I am no man's son, This inland I was born and from inland [Eb] that I come.
[Bbm] In the good land [Ebm] I was young and I was strong, No one dared to call me [F] son, happy just to see [Eb] my days were done.
[Ebm] See my days were done.
_ [F] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ So I [Bb] swung an axe as a timberjack and I [Ebm] worked the Quebec mines, And on the [Bbm] golden prairie I rode the big [Ebm] combines.
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town, Built the [Bbm] highways and the byways to the [Ebm] western salmon ground.
_ [Bbm] _
_ [Ebm] _ I've gazed upon the good times, I've seen the bad times too, Felt [Bb] many a cold and bitter wind and [Ebm] many a morning dew.
I've watched [Bbm] the country growing like a fair and [Eb] mighty thing, And on the still of a summer night [Ebm] I've heard the mountains ring.
[Bbm] In the good land I was [Eb] young and I was strong, No one dared to call me son, happy just to see my [Ebm] days were done.
[Bb] See my days [Ebm] were done.
_ _ [F] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ But now the [Bbm] seeds are planted and the gates are [Ebm] open wide, The old ways are forgotten, there's no place left to hide.
And the [Bb] legacy I'm leaving you is not [Ebm] very hard to find, You'll see [Bbm] it all around you at this [Ebm] crossroads of time.
[Bbm] In the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads [Bb] of time. _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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