Chords for Jethro Tull - Songs From The Wood (live at Madison Square Garden 1978)
Tempo:
91.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
D
F
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[G] [E]
[Am] [A]
[G] [C] [A] [D]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [C] [Am]
[G]
[C] [E] [Em] [E]
[C]
[E] [G] [Gbm] [Em] [Gbm]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[A]
[E]
[Fm]
[C] [Bb]
[Cm] [Gm] [C]
[Cm] [Bb] [Cm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[F] [D]
[D] [C] [D]
[F] [Am] [D] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [D]
[Dm] [D]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [C]
[Dm] [Em] [F] [Fm]
[Eb] [Ab] Let
[Cm] [N] me bring you songs from the woods To make you feel much better than you could
know Dust you [E] down from tip to [C] toe
Show [N] you how the garden grows Hold you steady [Eb] as you go
Join the chorus if you can It'll make you [C] an honest man
[N] Let me bring you love from the fields Poppies red and roses [F] felled when summer rained
[G] The hill of woe [F] does still remain [G] The threatens again [F] and again
As you [G] drag down every lover's lane Life's long [G] celebration's here
[Ab] I'll toast you [Db] all in many [F] [C] cheers Let me bring you [F] all things refined
[Eb] Galley [G] hearts and loops [F] on certain chenille Greetings, welcome, hello, hail
I am the winter bill you sail [G] I am the cross [F] that pain you nail
A singer of these [Gm] evil times With kitchen frowns [F] and gutter [C]
rhymes
[Em]
[G] [D] [B] [E]
[G] [D] [E] Songs from the woods [A] To make you [D] feel much, much [B] better
[E] Songs from the woods To make [D] you feel much, much better
[Eb] [Bb] [Cm]
[N]
Thanks a lot.
Well, [E] [N] I'd like to blame old Telstar up there, but it probably wasn't his fault.
I probably tripped over the wrong wire down here or something.
Anyway, I'd like to introduce you very briefly to the members of the group.
Over on the keyboards there in the white ice cream suit, your old friend Mr.
John Evans.
Buy one from him.
Sixpia go.
Over there from the Royal College of Music, London, England, none other than David Gerald Palmer.
You may call him Jerry Baby.
Jerry Baby.
Standing in for rather sickly Mr.
John Glasgock.
Fresh from the clubs of Blackpool, Mr.
Tony Williams.
At short notice, short notice.
Behind me, little boy blue.
You may blow his horn if you wish.
None other than Barrymore Barlow.
Up, Barry, up, up.
This is the boring bit.
We'll finish in a minute.
And of course, balding as ever, close behind Elvin John in the transplant stakes, Mr.
Martin Lancelot Barré.
[G] [E]
[Am] [A]
[G] [C] [A] [D]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [C] [Am]
[G]
[C] [E] [Em] [E]
[C]
[E] [G] [Gbm] [Em] [Gbm]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[A]
[E]
[Fm]
[C] [Bb]
[Cm] [Gm] [C]
[Cm] [Bb] [Cm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[F] [D]
[D] [C] [D]
[F] [Am] [D] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [D]
[Dm] [D]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [C]
[Dm] [Em] [F] [Fm]
[Eb] [Ab] Let
[Cm] [N] me bring you songs from the woods To make you feel much better than you could
know Dust you [E] down from tip to [C] toe
Show [N] you how the garden grows Hold you steady [Eb] as you go
Join the chorus if you can It'll make you [C] an honest man
[N] Let me bring you love from the fields Poppies red and roses [F] felled when summer rained
[G] The hill of woe [F] does still remain [G] The threatens again [F] and again
As you [G] drag down every lover's lane Life's long [G] celebration's here
[Ab] I'll toast you [Db] all in many [F] [C] cheers Let me bring you [F] all things refined
[Eb] Galley [G] hearts and loops [F] on certain chenille Greetings, welcome, hello, hail
I am the winter bill you sail [G] I am the cross [F] that pain you nail
A singer of these [Gm] evil times With kitchen frowns [F] and gutter [C]
rhymes
[Em]
[G] [D] [B] [E]
[G] [D] [E] Songs from the woods [A] To make you [D] feel much, much [B] better
[E] Songs from the woods To make [D] you feel much, much better
[Eb] [Bb] [Cm]
[N]
Thanks a lot.
Well, [E] [N] I'd like to blame old Telstar up there, but it probably wasn't his fault.
I probably tripped over the wrong wire down here or something.
Anyway, I'd like to introduce you very briefly to the members of the group.
Over on the keyboards there in the white ice cream suit, your old friend Mr.
John Evans.
Buy one from him.
Sixpia go.
Over there from the Royal College of Music, London, England, none other than David Gerald Palmer.
You may call him Jerry Baby.
Jerry Baby.
Standing in for rather sickly Mr.
John Glasgock.
Fresh from the clubs of Blackpool, Mr.
Tony Williams.
At short notice, short notice.
Behind me, little boy blue.
You may blow his horn if you wish.
None other than Barrymore Barlow.
Up, Barry, up, up.
This is the boring bit.
We'll finish in a minute.
And of course, balding as ever, close behind Elvin John in the transplant stakes, Mr.
Martin Lancelot Barré.
Key:
C
G
D
F
E
C
G
D
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [G] _ _ _ [Gbm] _ [Em] _ [Gbm] _ _
[Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] Let _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [N] me bring you songs from the woods To make you feel much better than you could
know _ _ Dust you [E] down from tip to [C] toe
Show [N] you how the garden grows _ Hold you steady [Eb] as you go
Join the chorus if you can It'll make you [C] an honest man _ _ _
_ [N] Let me bring you love from the fields Poppies red and roses [F] felled when summer rained
[G] The hill of woe [F] does still remain [G] The threatens again [F] and again
As you [G] drag down every lover's lane Life's long _ [G] celebration's here
[Ab] I'll toast you [Db] all in many [F] _ [C] _ cheers Let me bring you [F] all things refined
[Eb] Galley [G] hearts and loops [F] on certain chenille _ Greetings, welcome, hello, hail
I am the winter bill you sail [G] I am the cross [F] that pain you nail
A singer of these [Gm] evil times With kitchen frowns [F] and gutter _ [C] _
rhymes
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] Songs from the woods [A] To make you [D] feel much, much [B] better
[E] Songs from the woods To make [D] you feel much, much better _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Thanks a lot.
_ _ _ _ Well, _ [E] _ [N] I'd like to blame old Telstar up there, but it probably wasn't his fault.
_ I probably tripped over the wrong wire down here or something.
_ Anyway, I'd like to introduce you very briefly to the members of the group.
Over on the keyboards there in the white ice cream suit, your old friend Mr.
John Evans.
Buy one from him.
Sixpia go.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Over there from the Royal College of Music, London, England, none other than David Gerald Palmer.
You may call him Jerry Baby.
Jerry Baby. _ _ _ _ _ _
Standing in for rather sickly Mr.
John Glasgock.
Fresh from the clubs of Blackpool, Mr.
Tony Williams.
At short notice, short notice. _ _ _ _
Behind me, little boy blue.
You may blow his horn if you wish.
None other than Barrymore Barlow.
Up, Barry, up, up. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ This is the boring bit.
We'll finish in a minute.
And of course, balding as ever, close behind Elvin John in the transplant stakes, Mr.
Martin Lancelot Barré. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [G] _ _ _ [Gbm] _ [Em] _ [Gbm] _ _
[Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] Let _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [N] me bring you songs from the woods To make you feel much better than you could
know _ _ Dust you [E] down from tip to [C] toe
Show [N] you how the garden grows _ Hold you steady [Eb] as you go
Join the chorus if you can It'll make you [C] an honest man _ _ _
_ [N] Let me bring you love from the fields Poppies red and roses [F] felled when summer rained
[G] The hill of woe [F] does still remain [G] The threatens again [F] and again
As you [G] drag down every lover's lane Life's long _ [G] celebration's here
[Ab] I'll toast you [Db] all in many [F] _ [C] _ cheers Let me bring you [F] all things refined
[Eb] Galley [G] hearts and loops [F] on certain chenille _ Greetings, welcome, hello, hail
I am the winter bill you sail [G] I am the cross [F] that pain you nail
A singer of these [Gm] evil times With kitchen frowns [F] and gutter _ [C] _
rhymes
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] Songs from the woods [A] To make you [D] feel much, much [B] better
[E] Songs from the woods To make [D] you feel much, much better _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Thanks a lot.
_ _ _ _ Well, _ [E] _ [N] I'd like to blame old Telstar up there, but it probably wasn't his fault.
_ I probably tripped over the wrong wire down here or something.
_ Anyway, I'd like to introduce you very briefly to the members of the group.
Over on the keyboards there in the white ice cream suit, your old friend Mr.
John Evans.
Buy one from him.
Sixpia go.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Over there from the Royal College of Music, London, England, none other than David Gerald Palmer.
You may call him Jerry Baby.
Jerry Baby. _ _ _ _ _ _
Standing in for rather sickly Mr.
John Glasgock.
Fresh from the clubs of Blackpool, Mr.
Tony Williams.
At short notice, short notice. _ _ _ _
Behind me, little boy blue.
You may blow his horn if you wish.
None other than Barrymore Barlow.
Up, Barry, up, up. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ This is the boring bit.
We'll finish in a minute.
And of course, balding as ever, close behind Elvin John in the transplant stakes, Mr.
Martin Lancelot Barré. _ _ _ _ _