Chords for Marty Robbins Prairie Fire
Tempo:
134.15 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
A
Gm
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska plain,
heading east at Broken Bow [A] on a hot September [Dm] day.
Trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find [Gm] a fire,
we never counted [Dm] in the odds of [A] a western [F] prairie fire.
A hot south wind [Gm] was blowing and the air was [Dm] getting dry,
[G] something far away was [A] smelling trouble [Dm] in the sky.
Coming closer was a [Gm] sound that topped the [Dm] devil's choir,
[G] then we knew we'd have to race a [A] raging [Dm] prairie fire.
When all at [C] once a flame is [Bb] seen a-licking [A] at the sky,
[Dm] and every [C] heart is quickening [Bb] and there's fear in [A] every eye.
[Dm] We've just one chance to get away [G] or there's no place to hide,
gotta reach the river flat [A] but it's deep and one [Dm] mile wide.
The herd is getting tired [Cm] but we've got no [Dm] time to rest,
I try to clear the red dust that [A] is gathering in [Dm] my chest.
Riding tail on a thousand head [Gm] with the weather getting [F] dry,
the black [Gm] cloud in the west is [A] warning ride, ride, [Dm] ride.
The roaring heat [C] is closer, [Bb] ice is falling [A] by our side,
[Dm] and every [C] beast and bird is fleeing [Bb] with its [A] warning cry.
[Dm] We've got to [G] reach the river but it's still ten [Dm] miles or more,
and close behind us we can hear that [A] wild [Dm] inferno roar.
But fate had other plans [G] for we lost that fatal race,
we lost for [Dm] neither man nor [A] beast could long keep [Dm] up the pace.
The mighty blades subdued its [Gm] rage but none were there to rest,
we did our best [Dm] to get away [Am] but only I am [Dm] left.
Now on the [C] blackened prairie [D] far as the eye [A] can see,
[Dm] the grim [Am] remains are there to [Bb] show that God wrote [A] you and me.
[Dm] Just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was his [B] desire,
we lost a herd and thirty [A] men to a raging prairie [Dm] fire.
While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska plain,
heading east at Broken Bow [A] on a hot September [Dm] day.
Trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find [Gm] a fire,
we never counted [Dm] in the odds of [A] a western [F] prairie fire.
A hot south wind [Gm] was blowing and the air was [Dm] getting dry,
[G] something far away was [A] smelling trouble [Dm] in the sky.
Coming closer was a [Gm] sound that topped the [Dm] devil's choir,
[G] then we knew we'd have to race a [A] raging [Dm] prairie fire.
When all at [C] once a flame is [Bb] seen a-licking [A] at the sky,
[Dm] and every [C] heart is quickening [Bb] and there's fear in [A] every eye.
[Dm] We've just one chance to get away [G] or there's no place to hide,
gotta reach the river flat [A] but it's deep and one [Dm] mile wide.
The herd is getting tired [Cm] but we've got no [Dm] time to rest,
I try to clear the red dust that [A] is gathering in [Dm] my chest.
Riding tail on a thousand head [Gm] with the weather getting [F] dry,
the black [Gm] cloud in the west is [A] warning ride, ride, [Dm] ride.
The roaring heat [C] is closer, [Bb] ice is falling [A] by our side,
[Dm] and every [C] beast and bird is fleeing [Bb] with its [A] warning cry.
[Dm] We've got to [G] reach the river but it's still ten [Dm] miles or more,
and close behind us we can hear that [A] wild [Dm] inferno roar.
But fate had other plans [G] for we lost that fatal race,
we lost for [Dm] neither man nor [A] beast could long keep [Dm] up the pace.
The mighty blades subdued its [Gm] rage but none were there to rest,
we did our best [Dm] to get away [Am] but only I am [Dm] left.
Now on the [C] blackened prairie [D] far as the eye [A] can see,
[Dm] the grim [Am] remains are there to [Bb] show that God wrote [A] you and me.
[Dm] Just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was his [B] desire,
we lost a herd and thirty [A] men to a raging prairie [Dm] fire.
Key:
Dm
A
Gm
G
C
Dm
A
Gm
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_ While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska plain,
heading east at Broken Bow [A] on a hot September [Dm] day.
Trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find [Gm] a fire,
we never counted [Dm] in the odds of [A] a western [F] prairie fire.
A hot south wind [Gm] was blowing and the air was [Dm] getting dry,
[G] something far away was [A] smelling trouble [Dm] in the sky.
Coming closer was a [Gm] sound that topped the [Dm] devil's choir,
[G] then we knew we'd have to race a [A] raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When all at [C] once a flame is [Bb] seen a-licking [A] at the sky,
[Dm] and every [C] heart is quickening [Bb] and there's fear in [A] every eye.
[Dm] We've just one chance to get away [G] or there's no place to hide,
gotta reach the river flat [A] but it's deep and one [Dm] mile wide.
_ _ _ _ The herd is getting tired [Cm] but we've got no [Dm] time to rest,
I try to clear the red dust that [A] is gathering in [Dm] my chest.
Riding tail on a thousand head [Gm] with the weather getting [F] dry,
the black [Gm] cloud in the west is [A] warning ride, ride, [Dm] ride. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The roaring heat [C] is closer, [Bb] ice is falling [A] by our side,
[Dm] and every [C] beast and bird is fleeing [Bb] with its [A] warning cry.
[Dm] We've got to [G] reach the river but it's still ten [Dm] miles or more,
and close behind us we can hear that [A] wild _ [Dm] inferno roar. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ But fate had other plans [G] for we lost that fatal race,
we lost for [Dm] neither man nor [A] beast could long keep [Dm] up the pace.
The mighty blades subdued its [Gm] rage but none were there to rest,
we did our best [Dm] to get away [Am] but only I am [Dm] left.
_ Now on the [C] blackened prairie [D] far as the eye [A] can see,
[Dm] the grim [Am] remains are there to [Bb] show that God wrote [A] you and me.
[Dm] Just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was his [B] desire,
we lost a herd and thirty [A] men to a raging prairie [Dm] fire. _
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_ While driving a herd of [Gm] cattle out in old Nebraska plain,
heading east at Broken Bow [A] on a hot September [Dm] day.
Trying to get to Omaha we hoped to find [Gm] a fire,
we never counted [Dm] in the odds of [A] a western [F] prairie fire.
A hot south wind [Gm] was blowing and the air was [Dm] getting dry,
[G] something far away was [A] smelling trouble [Dm] in the sky.
Coming closer was a [Gm] sound that topped the [Dm] devil's choir,
[G] then we knew we'd have to race a [A] raging [Dm] prairie fire. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When all at [C] once a flame is [Bb] seen a-licking [A] at the sky,
[Dm] and every [C] heart is quickening [Bb] and there's fear in [A] every eye.
[Dm] We've just one chance to get away [G] or there's no place to hide,
gotta reach the river flat [A] but it's deep and one [Dm] mile wide.
_ _ _ _ The herd is getting tired [Cm] but we've got no [Dm] time to rest,
I try to clear the red dust that [A] is gathering in [Dm] my chest.
Riding tail on a thousand head [Gm] with the weather getting [F] dry,
the black [Gm] cloud in the west is [A] warning ride, ride, [Dm] ride. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The roaring heat [C] is closer, [Bb] ice is falling [A] by our side,
[Dm] and every [C] beast and bird is fleeing [Bb] with its [A] warning cry.
[Dm] We've got to [G] reach the river but it's still ten [Dm] miles or more,
and close behind us we can hear that [A] wild _ [Dm] inferno roar. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ But fate had other plans [G] for we lost that fatal race,
we lost for [Dm] neither man nor [A] beast could long keep [Dm] up the pace.
The mighty blades subdued its [Gm] rage but none were there to rest,
we did our best [Dm] to get away [Am] but only I am [Dm] left.
_ Now on the [C] blackened prairie [D] far as the eye [A] can see,
[Dm] the grim [Am] remains are there to [Bb] show that God wrote [A] you and me.
[Dm] Just one he left to tell the [Gm] tale, just one was his [B] desire,
we lost a herd and thirty [A] men to a raging prairie [Dm] fire. _
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