Chords for Gordon Lightfoot's Don Quixote (cover)
Tempo:
144.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free.
Lifting head the [D] wind [A] is passing over him.
[E] [A]
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong [E] but he [A] is sweet.
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but [E] he is mean.
[E]
Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a buttered book [A] into his hand.
And hanging like a prophet, bold he [D] shouts across the ocean to the shore.
Till he could tell no [E] more.
I have come over a mountain like a hawk upon the wind.
I was once a shining knight but the [G#m] guardian of [A] a king.
I have searched the whole world over looking for a place to sleep.
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the mean grow weak.
See the children of the earth who wait to find a pale old bed.
See the gentry in the country riding off [C#m] to take [A] the air.
[E] Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a rusty sword [A] into his hand.
And [E] striding up and rightly [D] posing, shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
Till he could [E] tell no [A] more.
See the chiller with his key who locks away old faces [A] of sin.
See the judge upon the bench who tries the [E] case as best [A] he can.
See the wild and wicked ones who feed upon [E] that [A] sacred fire.
See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.
See the man who grips the needle, see the man [E] who buys and sells.
See the man who picks the colors onto [C#m] ones he dare not sell.
See the drunkard in the tavern, there he [E] goes and he [A] gains me.
See the youth in ghetto black and damp the [C#m] life upon [A] the street.
[E]
Reaching for his [A] saddlebag, he [D] takes a tarnished cross into his hand.
And [E] standing like a preacher now, [D] he shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
[E] And in a little tenderhood, he dives off across [A] the dusty plain.
In vain he searched [E] again for no [A] one.
[D]
[A] Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horse [E] who wild [A] and free.
Dipping out the wind is kissing him in the [E] freezing [A] misty.
He is wild but he is mellow.
He is [E] strong but he [A] is weak.
He is cruel but he is gentle.
He is [C#m] wise but he [A] is
[D]
[A] [E]
[A]
[N]
Lifting head the [D] wind [A] is passing over him.
[E] [A]
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong [E] but he [A] is sweet.
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but [E] he is mean.
[E]
Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a buttered book [A] into his hand.
And hanging like a prophet, bold he [D] shouts across the ocean to the shore.
Till he could tell no [E] more.
I have come over a mountain like a hawk upon the wind.
I was once a shining knight but the [G#m] guardian of [A] a king.
I have searched the whole world over looking for a place to sleep.
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the mean grow weak.
See the children of the earth who wait to find a pale old bed.
See the gentry in the country riding off [C#m] to take [A] the air.
[E] Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a rusty sword [A] into his hand.
And [E] striding up and rightly [D] posing, shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
Till he could [E] tell no [A] more.
See the chiller with his key who locks away old faces [A] of sin.
See the judge upon the bench who tries the [E] case as best [A] he can.
See the wild and wicked ones who feed upon [E] that [A] sacred fire.
See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.
See the man who grips the needle, see the man [E] who buys and sells.
See the man who picks the colors onto [C#m] ones he dare not sell.
See the drunkard in the tavern, there he [E] goes and he [A] gains me.
See the youth in ghetto black and damp the [C#m] life upon [A] the street.
[E]
Reaching for his [A] saddlebag, he [D] takes a tarnished cross into his hand.
And [E] standing like a preacher now, [D] he shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
[E] And in a little tenderhood, he dives off across [A] the dusty plain.
In vain he searched [E] again for no [A] one.
[D]
[A] Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horse [E] who wild [A] and free.
Dipping out the wind is kissing him in the [E] freezing [A] misty.
He is wild but he is mellow.
He is [E] strong but he [A] is weak.
He is cruel but he is gentle.
He is [C#m] wise but he [A] is
[D]
[A] [E]
[A]
[N]
Key:
A
E
D
C#m
G#m
A
E
D
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free.
Lifting head the [D] wind [A] is passing over him.
[E] _ _ _ [A] _
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong [E] but he [A] is sweet.
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but [E] he is mean.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a buttered book [A] into his hand. _ _ _
And hanging like a prophet, bold he [D] shouts across the ocean to the shore.
Till he could tell no [E] more. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
I have come over a mountain like a hawk upon the wind.
I was once a shining knight but the [G#m] guardian of [A] a king.
I have searched the whole world over looking for a place to sleep.
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the mean grow weak.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ See the children of the earth who wait to find a pale old bed.
See the gentry in the country riding off [C#m] to take [A] the air.
_ _ _ _ [E] Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a rusty sword [A] into his hand.
_ _ And [E] striding up and rightly [D] posing, shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
_ Till he could [E] tell no _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] more.
See the chiller with his key who locks away old faces [A] of sin.
See the judge upon the bench who tries the [E] case as best [A] he can.
See the wild and wicked ones who feed upon [E] that [A] sacred fire.
See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ See the man who grips the needle, see the man [E] who buys and sells.
See the man who picks the colors onto [C#m] ones he dare not sell.
See the drunkard in the tavern, there he [E] goes and he [A] gains me.
See the youth in ghetto black and damp the [C#m] life upon [A] the street. _
_ _ _ _ _ [E]
Reaching for his [A] saddlebag, he [D] takes a tarnished cross into his hand.
_ _ _ And [E] standing like a preacher now, [D] he shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
_ _ _ [E] And in a little _ tenderhood, he dives off across [A] the dusty plain.
_ In vain he searched [E] again for no [A] one.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horse [E] who wild [A] and free.
Dipping out the wind is kissing him in the [E] freezing [A] misty.
He is wild but he is mellow.
He is [E] strong but he [A] is weak.
He is cruel but he is gentle.
He is [C#m] wise but he [A] is_ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free.
Lifting head the [D] wind [A] is passing over him.
[E] _ _ _ [A] _
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong [E] but he [A] is sweet.
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but [E] he is mean.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a buttered book [A] into his hand. _ _ _
And hanging like a prophet, bold he [D] shouts across the ocean to the shore.
Till he could tell no [E] more. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
I have come over a mountain like a hawk upon the wind.
I was once a shining knight but the [G#m] guardian of [A] a king.
I have searched the whole world over looking for a place to sleep.
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the mean grow weak.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ See the children of the earth who wait to find a pale old bed.
See the gentry in the country riding off [C#m] to take [A] the air.
_ _ _ _ [E] Reaching for his saddlebag, [D] he takes a rusty sword [A] into his hand.
_ _ And [E] striding up and rightly [D] posing, shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
_ Till he could [E] tell no _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] more.
See the chiller with his key who locks away old faces [A] of sin.
See the judge upon the bench who tries the [E] case as best [A] he can.
See the wild and wicked ones who feed upon [E] that [A] sacred fire.
See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ See the man who grips the needle, see the man [E] who buys and sells.
See the man who picks the colors onto [C#m] ones he dare not sell.
See the drunkard in the tavern, there he [E] goes and he [A] gains me.
See the youth in ghetto black and damp the [C#m] life upon [A] the street. _
_ _ _ _ _ [E]
Reaching for his [A] saddlebag, he [D] takes a tarnished cross into his hand.
_ _ _ And [E] standing like a preacher now, [D] he shouts across the ocean [A] to the shore.
_ _ _ [E] And in a little _ tenderhood, he dives off across [A] the dusty plain.
_ In vain he searched [E] again for no [A] one.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horse [E] who wild [A] and free.
Dipping out the wind is kissing him in the [E] freezing [A] misty.
He is wild but he is mellow.
He is [E] strong but he [A] is weak.
He is cruel but he is gentle.
He is [C#m] wise but he [A] is_ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _