Chords for Jackson Browne "Farther On” (live from home)
Tempo:
173.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [B] It's a pleasure to be here to celebrate AAA, [N]
my saving format.
[C]
[N]
[C]
[Am] [F]
[C] This song goes out to Al [N] Schmidt, someone [Bb] with whom I had the pleasure of working with,
[Bm] who had the most [B] rich and varied career of [G] anyone I've ever known or heard of.
[B] From Ann-Margaret to the [G] Basie Band, from The Grateful Dead [Em] to Sam Cooke, he was everywhere
and [G] [C] he kept covering new ground to [N]
the day he went.
[B] This is a song that he [N] recorded on [A] my Late for the Sky [Ab] album.
This is called Father On.
[N]
[Bb]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
In my early [G] years I hid my tears and [Am]
passed [F] my days [C] alone.
[Am] I drifted an [D] ocean of [G] loneliness,
[F] my [G] dreams like nets were [C] thrown.
[F] To [C] catch the [G] love that I'd heard of [C] in books [F] and films and [C] songs.
Now there's a [Am]
world [D] of illusion and [G] fantasy in [F] the place where [G] the real [B] world [C] belongs.
Till [F] I look for the [C] beauty in the songs to fill my [Em]
head and lead [G] me on.
All [F] my dreams have [G] come up torn [C] and empty,
[Em] as [G] many times as love has come and [F] gone.
To those [C] shadowed ones [G] my memory runs, [Am] to the laughter we [F] shared at the [C] meal.
[Am] I fill [D] the kitchens [G] and living rooms, [F] my schemes [G] and my broken [C] wheels.
It was love that [G] I found on you, the [Am] gates [F] to my citadel [C] laid.
They [Am] were cunning fruit [D] stones, [G] some dreams of their own, [F] but they listened to [G] mine anyway.
[C]
I'm not sure what [G] I'm trying to [C] say, it [Em] could be I've lost [G] my way.
[F] Though I [G] keep a watch over the [C] distance, heaven's no [G] closer than it was [F] yesterday.
And the [C] angels [G] are older, [F] [E]
they [Am] know not to wait [G] up for the [F] sun.
They look over [C] my shoulder [Em] at [Am] the maps and the [C] drawings, [D] but the journey [G] I've begun.
[Dm]
[C]
[G] [Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
And [F] the distance [G] leads me farther [C] on, for the reasons [G] I once had are gone.
I [F] keep thinking I'll [G] find what I'm [C] looking for, in [G] the sand beneath the [F] dawn.
[C] And the angels [G] are older, [F] [E]
they [Am] can see that the sun's setting [F] fast.
They look over [C] my shoulder [Am] at the vision of [D] paradise, contained in the light of a [G] past.
And [C] they lay down [G] behind me, [E]
to sleep [Am] beside the road, till the morning has [F] come.
But they know they [C] will find me, [G] [Am] with my maps and my faith in [F] the distance, moving [G] [C] farther on.
[F] [C] [Am]
[C] [F]
my saving format.
[C]
[N]
[C]
[Am] [F]
[C] This song goes out to Al [N] Schmidt, someone [Bb] with whom I had the pleasure of working with,
[Bm] who had the most [B] rich and varied career of [G] anyone I've ever known or heard of.
[B] From Ann-Margaret to the [G] Basie Band, from The Grateful Dead [Em] to Sam Cooke, he was everywhere
and [G] [C] he kept covering new ground to [N]
the day he went.
[B] This is a song that he [N] recorded on [A] my Late for the Sky [Ab] album.
This is called Father On.
[N]
[Bb]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
In my early [G] years I hid my tears and [Am]
passed [F] my days [C] alone.
[Am] I drifted an [D] ocean of [G] loneliness,
[F] my [G] dreams like nets were [C] thrown.
[F] To [C] catch the [G] love that I'd heard of [C] in books [F] and films and [C] songs.
Now there's a [Am]
world [D] of illusion and [G] fantasy in [F] the place where [G] the real [B] world [C] belongs.
Till [F] I look for the [C] beauty in the songs to fill my [Em]
head and lead [G] me on.
All [F] my dreams have [G] come up torn [C] and empty,
[Em] as [G] many times as love has come and [F] gone.
To those [C] shadowed ones [G] my memory runs, [Am] to the laughter we [F] shared at the [C] meal.
[Am] I fill [D] the kitchens [G] and living rooms, [F] my schemes [G] and my broken [C] wheels.
It was love that [G] I found on you, the [Am] gates [F] to my citadel [C] laid.
They [Am] were cunning fruit [D] stones, [G] some dreams of their own, [F] but they listened to [G] mine anyway.
[C]
I'm not sure what [G] I'm trying to [C] say, it [Em] could be I've lost [G] my way.
[F] Though I [G] keep a watch over the [C] distance, heaven's no [G] closer than it was [F] yesterday.
And the [C] angels [G] are older, [F] [E]
they [Am] know not to wait [G] up for the [F] sun.
They look over [C] my shoulder [Em] at [Am] the maps and the [C] drawings, [D] but the journey [G] I've begun.
[Dm]
[C]
[G] [Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Am]
[F] [C]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[F]
[G] [C]
And [F] the distance [G] leads me farther [C] on, for the reasons [G] I once had are gone.
I [F] keep thinking I'll [G] find what I'm [C] looking for, in [G] the sand beneath the [F] dawn.
[C] And the angels [G] are older, [F] [E]
they [Am] can see that the sun's setting [F] fast.
They look over [C] my shoulder [Am] at the vision of [D] paradise, contained in the light of a [G] past.
And [C] they lay down [G] behind me, [E]
to sleep [Am] beside the road, till the morning has [F] come.
But they know they [C] will find me, [G] [Am] with my maps and my faith in [F] the distance, moving [G] [C] farther on.
[F] [C] [Am]
[C] [F]
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[N] _ _ _ [B] It's a pleasure to be here to celebrate _ _ _ AAA, [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ my saving format.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ This song goes out to Al [N] Schmidt, _ _ _ _ someone [Bb] with whom I had the pleasure of working with, _
_ _ [Bm] _ who had the most [B] rich and varied career of [G] anyone I've ever known _ _ or heard of. _ _
[B] From Ann-Margaret to the [G] Basie Band, from The Grateful Dead [Em] to Sam Cooke, _ _ _ he was everywhere
and _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] he _ _ _ kept _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ covering new ground to _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
the day he went. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ This is a song that he [N] recorded _ on [A] _ my Late for the Sky [Ab] album.
This is called Father On.
[N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ In my _ early _ [G] _ years I hid my tears and _ [Am]
passed [F] my _ days [C] alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] I drifted an _ [D] ocean of [G] loneliness, _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ my [G] dreams like nets were [C] thrown. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] To _ [C] catch the _ [G] love that I'd heard of _ [C] in _ books [F] and films and [C] songs. _
_ _ Now there's a [Am] _ _
world [D] of illusion and [G] fantasy _ _ _ _ in [F] the place where [G] the real [B] world _ [C] _ belongs.
_ _ _ Till [F] I look for the [C] beauty in the songs _ _ _ to fill my [Em] _ _
_ head and lead [G] me on.
_ _ _ All [F] my _ dreams have [G] come up torn [C] and empty, _
_ _ [Em] as [G] many _ times as love has come and [F] gone. _
_ _ _ To those _ [C] shadowed _ ones [G] my _ memory runs, _ [Am] to the laughter we [F] shared at the [C] meal. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ I fill [D] the kitchens [G] and living _ _ rooms, _ [F] my schemes [G] and my broken [C] _ wheels. _
_ _ _ It was love _ _ that [G] I _ found on you, the [Am] _ gates [F] to my citadel _ [C] laid. _
_ _ _ They [Am] were cunning fruit [D] _ stones, [G] some dreams of their own, _ [F] but they listened to [G] mine _ anyway.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm not sure what [G] I'm trying to [C] say, _ _ _ it [Em] could _ be _ _ I've lost [G] my way.
_ _ _ [F] Though I _ [G] keep a watch over the [C] distance, _ _ _ _ heaven's no [G] closer than it was _ [F] yesterday. _ _
And the [C] angels [G] are _ older, _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _
they _ _ _ _ [Am] know not to wait [G] up for the [F] sun. _
They look over [C] my shoulder _ _ [Em] _ at [Am] the maps and the _ [C] drawings, [D] but the _ journey _ _ [G] I've begun. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ And [F] the _ distance [G] leads me farther _ [C] on, _ _ _ _ for the reasons _ [G] I once had are gone.
_ _ _ I [F] keep thinking I'll [G] find what I'm [C] looking _ for, _ in [G] the _ _ sand beneath the [F] dawn. _ _
[C] And the angels [G] are _ older, _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ they [Am] can see that the sun's setting [F] fast. _
They look over [C] my shoulder _ _ [Am] at the vision _ of [D] paradise, _ contained in the light of a [G] past.
And [C] they lay down _ [G] behind _ me, _ _ [E] _ _ _
to sleep [Am] beside the _ road, till the morning has [F] come.
But they know they [C] will find me, [G] _ _ [Am] with my maps and my _ faith in [F] the distance, moving [G] _ _ [C] farther _ _ on.
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ my saving format.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ This song goes out to Al [N] Schmidt, _ _ _ _ someone [Bb] with whom I had the pleasure of working with, _
_ _ [Bm] _ who had the most [B] rich and varied career of [G] anyone I've ever known _ _ or heard of. _ _
[B] From Ann-Margaret to the [G] Basie Band, from The Grateful Dead [Em] to Sam Cooke, _ _ _ he was everywhere
and _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] he _ _ _ kept _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ covering new ground to _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
the day he went. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ This is a song that he [N] recorded _ on [A] _ my Late for the Sky [Ab] album.
This is called Father On.
[N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ In my _ early _ [G] _ years I hid my tears and _ [Am]
passed [F] my _ days [C] alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] I drifted an _ [D] ocean of [G] loneliness, _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ my [G] dreams like nets were [C] thrown. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] To _ [C] catch the _ [G] love that I'd heard of _ [C] in _ books [F] and films and [C] songs. _
_ _ Now there's a [Am] _ _
world [D] of illusion and [G] fantasy _ _ _ _ in [F] the place where [G] the real [B] world _ [C] _ belongs.
_ _ _ Till [F] I look for the [C] beauty in the songs _ _ _ to fill my [Em] _ _
_ head and lead [G] me on.
_ _ _ All [F] my _ dreams have [G] come up torn [C] and empty, _
_ _ [Em] as [G] many _ times as love has come and [F] gone. _
_ _ _ To those _ [C] shadowed _ ones [G] my _ memory runs, _ [Am] to the laughter we [F] shared at the [C] meal. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ I fill [D] the kitchens [G] and living _ _ rooms, _ [F] my schemes [G] and my broken [C] _ wheels. _
_ _ _ It was love _ _ that [G] I _ found on you, the [Am] _ gates [F] to my citadel _ [C] laid. _
_ _ _ They [Am] were cunning fruit [D] _ stones, [G] some dreams of their own, _ [F] but they listened to [G] mine _ anyway.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm not sure what [G] I'm trying to [C] say, _ _ _ it [Em] could _ be _ _ I've lost [G] my way.
_ _ _ [F] Though I _ [G] keep a watch over the [C] distance, _ _ _ _ heaven's no [G] closer than it was _ [F] yesterday. _ _
And the [C] angels [G] are _ older, _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _
they _ _ _ _ [Am] know not to wait [G] up for the [F] sun. _
They look over [C] my shoulder _ _ [Em] _ at [Am] the maps and the _ [C] drawings, [D] but the _ journey _ _ [G] I've begun. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ And [F] the _ distance [G] leads me farther _ [C] on, _ _ _ _ for the reasons _ [G] I once had are gone.
_ _ _ I [F] keep thinking I'll [G] find what I'm [C] looking _ for, _ in [G] the _ _ sand beneath the [F] dawn. _ _
[C] And the angels [G] are _ older, _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ they [Am] can see that the sun's setting [F] fast. _
They look over [C] my shoulder _ _ [Am] at the vision _ of [D] paradise, _ contained in the light of a [G] past.
And [C] they lay down _ [G] behind _ me, _ _ [E] _ _ _
to sleep [Am] beside the _ road, till the morning has [F] come.
But they know they [C] will find me, [G] _ _ [Am] with my maps and my _ faith in [F] the distance, moving [G] _ _ [C] farther _ _ on.
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
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