Chords for Sonny's Dream (For Ron Hynes, 11/20/15), Alan Doyle & The Beautiful Gypsies + Barenaked Ladies
Tempo:
82.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
If you don't [E] mind, we lost a great [Bb] Newfoundlander late last night, a hero and a friend of [C] ours.
We lost the late, great Mr.
Ron Hines, the greatest songwriter in the world passed away last night.
As I said, he was a good friend to us and he was a mentor to us and a hero.
And I just thought in the Newfoundland [G] way, it might be cool if we sent him off with a song.
[C] No better one than the same one he is.
So join us if you would on this one.
A sonny lives on a [D] farm in a wide open space.
You can take off your sneakers [F] and give [C] off the breeze.
You can [G] lay down your head by the [G] sea.
The [D] sonny owns [C] the ocean.
[G] The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
And the [G] nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
And [F] I'm feeling [C] so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G] [C] So the king is close, but it's barely a minute.
There ain't no man who's [F] weaker than [C] the king.
And he [G] watches the sea.
From the roof upstairs he [C] knows they keep on rollin'.
Done that for him.
[D] The [G] sonny [C] owns the ocean.
The sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
[G] And the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Oh, no, no.
[C] If your heart and mind show you're still over there.
But he goes to the highway [F] to get his cab.
[C]
[G] And the mail comes in full.
And the mail makes it slow.
But [F] he still dreams his dreams.
For silver [C] [G] gold.
The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but [F] I'm torn.
[C]
And [G] the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Well, [C] he can't be real.
There's no reason for it.
He's starving.
He [F] can't breathe. [C] He's in.
[G] He's on his [C] side.
[G] On that side.
And [C] I know I can't hold.
Trying to.
[G] Was to me.
[A] I am here all [Gb] alone.
And your days [C] are sane.
[A] But I'm torn.
And [G] the nights get sore.
[B] And the silence [C] goes on.
And I'm feeling so tired.
[G] I'm not all that strong.
The [C] sonny don't go away.
I am here all alone.
Your days are sane.
[F] [C]
[G] But the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
Thank [C]
you [G]
[F] so much.
[C]
[A]
[N]
[E] Cheers to the greatest singer I've ever met.
And to the best [Eb] music lover that's ever walked the earth.
Cheers from Mr.
Ron Himes.
[N]
We lost the late, great Mr.
Ron Hines, the greatest songwriter in the world passed away last night.
As I said, he was a good friend to us and he was a mentor to us and a hero.
And I just thought in the Newfoundland [G] way, it might be cool if we sent him off with a song.
[C] No better one than the same one he is.
So join us if you would on this one.
A sonny lives on a [D] farm in a wide open space.
You can take off your sneakers [F] and give [C] off the breeze.
You can [G] lay down your head by the [G] sea.
The [D] sonny owns [C] the ocean.
[G] The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
And the [G] nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
And [F] I'm feeling [C] so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G] [C] So the king is close, but it's barely a minute.
There ain't no man who's [F] weaker than [C] the king.
And he [G] watches the sea.
From the roof upstairs he [C] knows they keep on rollin'.
Done that for him.
[D] The [G] sonny [C] owns the ocean.
The sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
[G] And the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Oh, no, no.
[C] If your heart and mind show you're still over there.
But he goes to the highway [F] to get his cab.
[C]
[G] And the mail comes in full.
And the mail makes it slow.
But [F] he still dreams his dreams.
For silver [C] [G] gold.
The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but [F] I'm torn.
[C]
And [G] the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Well, [C] he can't be real.
There's no reason for it.
He's starving.
He [F] can't breathe. [C] He's in.
[G] He's on his [C] side.
[G] On that side.
And [C] I know I can't hold.
Trying to.
[G] Was to me.
[A] I am here all [Gb] alone.
And your days [C] are sane.
[A] But I'm torn.
And [G] the nights get sore.
[B] And the silence [C] goes on.
And I'm feeling so tired.
[G] I'm not all that strong.
The [C] sonny don't go away.
I am here all alone.
Your days are sane.
[F] [C]
[G] But the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
Thank [C]
you [G]
[F] so much.
[C]
[A]
[N]
[E] Cheers to the greatest singer I've ever met.
And to the best [Eb] music lover that's ever walked the earth.
Cheers from Mr.
Ron Himes.
[N]
Key:
C
G
F
D
A
C
G
F
If you don't [E] mind, we lost a great [Bb] Newfoundlander late last night, a hero and a friend of [C] ours.
We lost the late, great Mr.
Ron Hines, the greatest songwriter in the world passed away last night. _
_ _ As I said, he was a good friend to us and he was a mentor to us and a hero.
And I just thought in the Newfoundland [G] way, it might be cool if we sent him off with a song.
[C] No better one than the same one he is.
_ _ So join us if you would on this one.
A sonny lives on a [D] farm in a wide open space.
You can take off your sneakers [F] and give [C] off the breeze.
You can [G] lay down your head by the [G] sea.
The [D] sonny owns _ [C] the ocean. _ _
[G] The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
And the [G] nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
And [F] I'm feeling [C] so tired.
I'm not all that strong. _
_ [G] _ [C] So the king is close, but it's barely a minute.
There ain't no man who's [F] weaker than [C] the king.
And he [G] watches the sea.
From the roof upstairs he [C] knows they keep on rollin'.
Done that for him.
[D] The _ [G] sonny [C] owns the ocean.
The sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn. _ _
[G] And the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Oh, no, no.
[C] If your heart and mind _ show you're still over there.
But he goes to the highway [F] to get his cab.
[C] _
[G] And the mail comes in full.
And the mail makes it slow.
But [F] he still dreams his dreams.
For silver [C] _ [G] gold.
The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but [F] I'm torn.
_ [C]
And [G] the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G] _
Well, _ [C] he can't be real.
There's no reason for it.
He's starving.
He [F] can't breathe. [C] He's in.
_ [G] He's on his [C] side.
[G] On that side.
And [C] I know I can't hold.
Trying to. _ _
_ [G] Was to me. _
[A] I am here all [Gb] alone.
And your days [C] are sane.
[A] But I'm torn.
And [G] the nights get sore.
[B] And the silence [C] goes on.
And I'm feeling so tired.
[G] I'm not all that strong. _
_ The [C] sonny don't go away.
I am here all alone.
Your days are sane.
[F] _ _ [C] _
[G] But the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
Thank [C] _ _
you _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [F] _ so much.
[C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Cheers to the greatest singer I've ever met.
And to the best [Eb] music lover that's ever walked the earth.
Cheers from Mr.
Ron Himes.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We lost the late, great Mr.
Ron Hines, the greatest songwriter in the world passed away last night. _
_ _ As I said, he was a good friend to us and he was a mentor to us and a hero.
And I just thought in the Newfoundland [G] way, it might be cool if we sent him off with a song.
[C] No better one than the same one he is.
_ _ So join us if you would on this one.
A sonny lives on a [D] farm in a wide open space.
You can take off your sneakers [F] and give [C] off the breeze.
You can [G] lay down your head by the [G] sea.
The [D] sonny owns _ [C] the ocean. _ _
[G] The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn.
And the [G] nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
And [F] I'm feeling [C] so tired.
I'm not all that strong. _
_ [G] _ [C] So the king is close, but it's barely a minute.
There ain't no man who's [F] weaker than [C] the king.
And he [G] watches the sea.
From the roof upstairs he [C] knows they keep on rollin'.
Done that for him.
[D] The _ [G] sonny [C] owns the ocean.
The sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but I'm torn. _ _
[G] And the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G]
Oh, no, no.
[C] If your heart and mind _ show you're still over there.
But he goes to the highway [F] to get his cab.
[C] _
[G] And the mail comes in full.
And the mail makes it slow.
But [F] he still dreams his dreams.
For silver [C] _ [G] gold.
The [C] sonny don't get away.
I am here all alone.
And your days are sane, but [F] I'm torn.
_ [C]
And [G] the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
[C] And I'm feeling so tired.
I'm not all that strong.
[G] _
Well, _ [C] he can't be real.
There's no reason for it.
He's starving.
He [F] can't breathe. [C] He's in.
_ [G] He's on his [C] side.
[G] On that side.
And [C] I know I can't hold.
Trying to. _ _
_ [G] Was to me. _
[A] I am here all [Gb] alone.
And your days [C] are sane.
[A] But I'm torn.
And [G] the nights get sore.
[B] And the silence [C] goes on.
And I'm feeling so tired.
[G] I'm not all that strong. _
_ The [C] sonny don't go away.
I am here all alone.
Your days are sane.
[F] _ _ [C] _
[G] But the nights get sore.
And the silence goes on.
Thank [C] _ _
you _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [F] _ so much.
[C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Cheers to the greatest singer I've ever met.
And to the best [Eb] music lover that's ever walked the earth.
Cheers from Mr.
Ron Himes.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _