Chords for Shifting Whispering Sand - Johnny Cash
Tempo:
110.05 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
A
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Come along and ride this train.
[F] Come along and ride this [Ab]
train.
[Db] Across the mountains, prairies, reservations, [Gb] rivers, levees, plains.
Come along [Ab] and ride this train.
[N]
Ride this train.
Ride this train with me to the desert land of the great [D] southwest.
That rough, raw, mysterious [Bb] land where the past and the future lie hidden beneath the sand forever shifting.
[G] It's a [C] merry little [F] story of the southern whispering [Bb] sands.
I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands [A] while [F] prospecting in a western state.
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water [Dm] tanks, the bones [Bb] of cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun.
I stumbled over a crumbling [A] book board nearly [F] covered by the sand and stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound.
And I suddenly [Bb] realized that though the [Eb] wind was quiet, the sand did not lie still.
I [Gm] seemed to be surrounded [Em] by a mystery [Bb] so heavy and oppressive I [C] could scarcely breathe.
For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the [F] valley, seeking answers to the many questions [G] that raced through my [Bb] mind.
Where was everyone?
Why the white [A] bones, the [Cm] dry wells, the barren valleys where people [D] must have lived and worked [F]
and died?
[Cm] I sat [Bb] down and buried my face in my hands and resting, I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.
[A] [G] How I managed to escape [Cm] from the valley I don't know, but [F] now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you what I learned out on the desert so many [Bb] years ago.
When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze [A] seems not [F] to blow, one would think the sand was resting, but you'll find [Eb] this [Bb] isn't so.
It is whispering, softly whispering, as it slowly [A] moves [F]
along, and for those who stop and listen, it [G] will sing this mournful [Bb] song.
The [Eb] sight winders and the haunter on [F] the [Bb] stormy shepherd row, [C] in the sunny [Em] days [C] and moonlight eyes, [A] the lonely coyote howl.
How [Bb] the stars sing, you could touch them as you lay [A] and gaze [F] on high, at the heavens where you're hoping you'll be [G] going [F] when you [Bb] die.
[F] Come along and ride this [Ab]
train.
[Db] Across the mountains, prairies, reservations, [Gb] rivers, levees, plains.
Come along [Ab] and ride this train.
[N]
Ride this train.
Ride this train with me to the desert land of the great [D] southwest.
That rough, raw, mysterious [Bb] land where the past and the future lie hidden beneath the sand forever shifting.
[G] It's a [C] merry little [F] story of the southern whispering [Bb] sands.
I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands [A] while [F] prospecting in a western state.
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water [Dm] tanks, the bones [Bb] of cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun.
I stumbled over a crumbling [A] book board nearly [F] covered by the sand and stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound.
And I suddenly [Bb] realized that though the [Eb] wind was quiet, the sand did not lie still.
I [Gm] seemed to be surrounded [Em] by a mystery [Bb] so heavy and oppressive I [C] could scarcely breathe.
For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the [F] valley, seeking answers to the many questions [G] that raced through my [Bb] mind.
Where was everyone?
Why the white [A] bones, the [Cm] dry wells, the barren valleys where people [D] must have lived and worked [F]
and died?
[Cm] I sat [Bb] down and buried my face in my hands and resting, I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.
[A] [G] How I managed to escape [Cm] from the valley I don't know, but [F] now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you what I learned out on the desert so many [Bb] years ago.
When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze [A] seems not [F] to blow, one would think the sand was resting, but you'll find [Eb] this [Bb] isn't so.
It is whispering, softly whispering, as it slowly [A] moves [F]
along, and for those who stop and listen, it [G] will sing this mournful [Bb] song.
The [Eb] sight winders and the haunter on [F] the [Bb] stormy shepherd row, [C] in the sunny [Em] days [C] and moonlight eyes, [A] the lonely coyote howl.
How [Bb] the stars sing, you could touch them as you lay [A] and gaze [F] on high, at the heavens where you're hoping you'll be [G] going [F] when you [Bb] die.
Key:
Bb
F
A
G
C
Bb
F
A
Come along and ride this train. _
_ _ [F] Come along and ride this [Ab]
train.
_ [Db] Across the mountains, prairies, reservations, [Gb] rivers, levees, plains.
_ Come along [Ab] and ride this train.
_ _ [N] _
_ Ride this train.
_ Ride this train with me to the desert land of the great [D] southwest.
That rough, raw, mysterious [Bb] land where the past and the future lie hidden beneath the sand forever shifting.
_ [G] _ It's a [C] merry little [F] story of the southern whispering [Bb] sands. _ _ _
_ _ I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands [A] while [F] prospecting in a western state.
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water [Dm] tanks, the bones [Bb] of cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun. _ _
I stumbled over a crumbling [A] book board nearly [F] covered by the sand and stopping to rest, _ I heard a tinkling, whispering sound.
_ And I suddenly [Bb] realized that though the [Eb] wind was quiet, the sand did not lie still. _
I [Gm] seemed to be surrounded [Em] by a mystery [Bb] so heavy and oppressive I [C] could scarcely breathe.
For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the [F] valley, seeking answers to the many questions [G] that raced through my [Bb] mind.
Where was everyone?
_ _ Why the white [A] bones, the [Cm] dry wells, _ the barren valleys where people [D] must have lived and worked [F]
and died?
_ _ [Cm] I sat [Bb] down and buried my face in my hands and resting, I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.
[A] [G] How I managed to escape [Cm] from the valley I don't know, but [F] now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you what I learned out on the desert so many [Bb] years ago. _
When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze [A] seems not [F] to blow, one would think the sand was resting, but you'll find [Eb] this [Bb] isn't so.
It is whispering, softly whispering, as it slowly [A] moves [F] _
along, and for those who stop and listen, it [G] will sing this mournful [Bb] song.
The [Eb] sight winders and the haunter on [F] the [Bb] stormy shepherd row, _ [C] in the sunny [Em] days [C] and moonlight eyes, [A] the lonely _ coyote howl.
How [Bb] the stars sing, you could touch them as you lay [A] and gaze [F] on high, at the heavens where you're hoping you'll be [G] going [F] when you [Bb] die. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Come along and ride this [Ab]
train.
_ [Db] Across the mountains, prairies, reservations, [Gb] rivers, levees, plains.
_ Come along [Ab] and ride this train.
_ _ [N] _
_ Ride this train.
_ Ride this train with me to the desert land of the great [D] southwest.
That rough, raw, mysterious [Bb] land where the past and the future lie hidden beneath the sand forever shifting.
_ [G] _ It's a [C] merry little [F] story of the southern whispering [Bb] sands. _ _ _
_ _ I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands [A] while [F] prospecting in a western state.
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water [Dm] tanks, the bones [Bb] of cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun. _ _
I stumbled over a crumbling [A] book board nearly [F] covered by the sand and stopping to rest, _ I heard a tinkling, whispering sound.
_ And I suddenly [Bb] realized that though the [Eb] wind was quiet, the sand did not lie still. _
I [Gm] seemed to be surrounded [Em] by a mystery [Bb] so heavy and oppressive I [C] could scarcely breathe.
For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the [F] valley, seeking answers to the many questions [G] that raced through my [Bb] mind.
Where was everyone?
_ _ Why the white [A] bones, the [Cm] dry wells, _ the barren valleys where people [D] must have lived and worked [F]
and died?
_ _ [Cm] I sat [Bb] down and buried my face in my hands and resting, I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.
[A] [G] How I managed to escape [Cm] from the valley I don't know, but [F] now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you what I learned out on the desert so many [Bb] years ago. _
When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze [A] seems not [F] to blow, one would think the sand was resting, but you'll find [Eb] this [Bb] isn't so.
It is whispering, softly whispering, as it slowly [A] moves [F] _
along, and for those who stop and listen, it [G] will sing this mournful [Bb] song.
The [Eb] sight winders and the haunter on [F] the [Bb] stormy shepherd row, _ [C] in the sunny [Em] days [C] and moonlight eyes, [A] the lonely _ coyote howl.
How [Bb] the stars sing, you could touch them as you lay [A] and gaze [F] on high, at the heavens where you're hoping you'll be [G] going [F] when you [Bb] die. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _