Chords for Waiting For You - The Incredible String Band
Tempo:
128.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Em
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Bm] I've been wearing [D] faces in [Bm] the strangest [D] places, [Em] just to make a dream come true.
[A]
Dawn is sweet, but it's incomplete, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Bm] The [D] breeze is blowing, and my hair is growing, [Em] forgotten everything my mother knew.
[A]
Day is young, and the spring is sprung, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Em]
Must you bring your horse in here, Miss Jones?
[A]
Although your snowshoes do look terrific.
[D]
[Dm] [D]
Yes, they [Em] all come from out of the sky, you know.
[A]
I'm waiting for the [F] dove that [D#] never came home.
[G] I'm waiting for the [D#] painter when his [C#] colors were gone.
I'm [D] waiting for soldiers at [F#] the war.
[A] I'm waiting for a royal decision.
I'm waiting for the sun to [F#] snore.
[A] I'm waiting for a rumble [D] from [G] Jericho.
[E]
Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[Bm] I'm a bareback [D] rider, [Bm] I'm an [D] outsider, [Em] and I love to dance the boogaloo.
[A] I'm a tourney of head, I'm a lately wed, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
More tea, Vicar?
[Em]
[A] [D]
[A#] [D]
Hold that tiger.
[Em]
Yes, hydrangeas do look divine this time of [A] year.
[D]
[A] I'm waiting for [F] the angels to [D#] put on their smiles.
[G]
I'm waiting for the [D#] judges to [C#] come to trial.
[D] I'm waiting for [A] the arrow [F#] lane.
[A] I'm waiting for the [D] graves to open.
I'm waiting to [A] be sold in [F#] chains.
I'm waiting for a signal from [D] the trapdoor [G] queen.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[A] [Bm] I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava [D] farmer, [Em] I'm a goose to me, don't ever say fool.
Let [A] the universe roll, I'm a symbol soul, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Em]
[A]
[D]
Oh, it sounds so sweet when you play to me like [Em] that.
[A]
That tiger doesn't really want [D] to be held.
I'm waiting for [F] the signs to point [D#] a different way.
[G] I'm waiting for God to take a [C#]
holiday.
[D] I'm waiting for [A] night in the [F#] mine.
[E]
I'm waiting for the hills [D] to grow steeper.
I'm waiting for the man they [F#] call shine.
[A] I'm waiting for Willie [D] the weeper [G] to wake.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[Bm]
I'm [D] off the market with an old straw basket singing [Em] doh dee oh dee oh doh.
[A] Marine claw, do wear in the spring, in [D] the April breeze is how it will blow.
I'm going to introduce to you now the [Em] personalities who compose the Jim Stigart of L'Art Point.
[A]
[Dm]
Over there on my left, we have Miss Cynthia de [Em] Montfort Jones upon her silvery toned mandolin.
[A]
[E] [Dm]
And just a little further over on the left, we have that [Em] famed oriental bass player, Miss Penola Baumgarner.
[A] First time in captivity, [D] folks.
On the pounding battery and coterie, [Em] we have that well-known [A] bricklayer's laborer from Pilton, Mr.
Jack McMarker.
[D]
And perhaps you just have time to devastate your synesthesia [Em] with one more searing chorus from Black Jack [A] Davey on the seam organ.
[B] [D]
[A]
[G] [A]
[D] That's all.
[D]
[A]
Dawn is sweet, but it's incomplete, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Bm] The [D] breeze is blowing, and my hair is growing, [Em] forgotten everything my mother knew.
[A]
Day is young, and the spring is sprung, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Em]
Must you bring your horse in here, Miss Jones?
[A]
Although your snowshoes do look terrific.
[D]
[Dm] [D]
Yes, they [Em] all come from out of the sky, you know.
[A]
I'm waiting for the [F] dove that [D#] never came home.
[G] I'm waiting for the [D#] painter when his [C#] colors were gone.
I'm [D] waiting for soldiers at [F#] the war.
[A] I'm waiting for a royal decision.
I'm waiting for the sun to [F#] snore.
[A] I'm waiting for a rumble [D] from [G] Jericho.
[E]
Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[Bm] I'm a bareback [D] rider, [Bm] I'm an [D] outsider, [Em] and I love to dance the boogaloo.
[A] I'm a tourney of head, I'm a lately wed, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
More tea, Vicar?
[Em]
[A] [D]
[A#] [D]
Hold that tiger.
[Em]
Yes, hydrangeas do look divine this time of [A] year.
[D]
[A] I'm waiting for [F] the angels to [D#] put on their smiles.
[G]
I'm waiting for the [D#] judges to [C#] come to trial.
[D] I'm waiting for [A] the arrow [F#] lane.
[A] I'm waiting for the [D] graves to open.
I'm waiting to [A] be sold in [F#] chains.
I'm waiting for a signal from [D] the trapdoor [G] queen.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[A] [Bm] I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava [D] farmer, [Em] I'm a goose to me, don't ever say fool.
Let [A] the universe roll, I'm a symbol soul, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
[Em]
[A]
[D]
Oh, it sounds so sweet when you play to me like [Em] that.
[A]
That tiger doesn't really want [D] to be held.
I'm waiting for [F] the signs to point [D#] a different way.
[G] I'm waiting for God to take a [C#]
holiday.
[D] I'm waiting for [A] night in the [F#] mine.
[E]
I'm waiting for the hills [D] to grow steeper.
I'm waiting for the man they [F#] call shine.
[A] I'm waiting for Willie [D] the weeper [G] to wake.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin.
[Bm]
I'm [D] off the market with an old straw basket singing [Em] doh dee oh dee oh doh.
[A] Marine claw, do wear in the spring, in [D] the April breeze is how it will blow.
I'm going to introduce to you now the [Em] personalities who compose the Jim Stigart of L'Art Point.
[A]
[Dm]
Over there on my left, we have Miss Cynthia de [Em] Montfort Jones upon her silvery toned mandolin.
[A]
[E] [Dm]
And just a little further over on the left, we have that [Em] famed oriental bass player, Miss Penola Baumgarner.
[A] First time in captivity, [D] folks.
On the pounding battery and coterie, [Em] we have that well-known [A] bricklayer's laborer from Pilton, Mr.
Jack McMarker.
[D]
And perhaps you just have time to devastate your synesthesia [Em] with one more searing chorus from Black Jack [A] Davey on the seam organ.
[B] [D]
[A]
[G] [A]
[D] That's all.
[D]
Key:
D
A
Em
Bm
G
D
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] I've been wearing [D] faces in [Bm] the strangest [D] places, [Em] just to make a dream come true.
_ _ _ [A]
Dawn is sweet, but it's incomplete, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
_ [Bm] The [D] breeze is blowing, and my hair is growing, [Em] forgotten everything my mother knew.
_ _ _ [A]
Day is young, and the spring is sprung, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Must you bring your horse in here, Miss Jones?
_ _ [A]
Although your snowshoes do look terrific.
_ _ [D] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yes, they [Em] all come from out of the sky, you know.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm waiting _ for the _ [F] _ dove that [D#] _ never _ came _ _ home.
_ [G] I'm waiting _ for the [D#] painter _ when his [C#] colors were _ gone.
_ _ I'm [D] waiting for soldiers at [F#] the war.
_ [A] I'm waiting for a royal decision.
_ I'm waiting for the sun to [F#] snore.
_ [A] I'm waiting for a rumble [D] from [G] Jericho.
_ [E]
Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm a bareback [D] rider, [Bm] I'm an [D] outsider, [Em] and I love to dance the boogaloo.
_ _ [A] I'm a tourney of head, I'm a lately wed, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ More tea, Vicar?
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A#] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Hold that tiger.
_ [Em] _
Yes, hydrangeas do look divine this time of [A] year.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I'm waiting for [F] the angels _ to [D#] put _ on their _ _ smiles.
_ _ _ [G]
I'm waiting _ for the [D#] judges _ to _ [C#] come _ to trial.
_ _ [D] I'm waiting for [A] the arrow [F#] _ lane.
[A] I'm waiting for the [D] graves to open.
_ I'm waiting to [A] be sold in [F#] chains. _
I'm waiting for a signal from [D] the trapdoor [G] queen.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava [D] farmer, [Em] I'm a goose to me, don't ever say fool.
_ Let [A] the universe roll, I'm a symbol soul, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, it sounds so sweet when you play to me like [Em] that.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ That tiger doesn't really want [D] to be held.
_ _ _ _ _ I'm waiting for [F] the signs _ to point [D#] a _ different _ _ way.
_ _ _ [G] I'm waiting _ for God _ to take a [C#] _ _ _ _
holiday.
_ _ _ _ [D] I'm waiting for [A] night in the [F#] mine.
_ [E]
I'm waiting for the hills [D] to grow steeper. _
I'm waiting for the man they [F#] call shine. _
[A] I'm waiting for Willie [D] the weeper [G] to wake.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm]
I'm [D] off the market with an old straw basket singing [Em] doh dee oh dee oh _ doh.
_ [A] Marine claw, do wear in the spring, in [D] the April breeze is how it will blow. _
_ _ _ I'm going to introduce to you now the [Em] personalities who compose the Jim Stigart of L'Art Point.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Over there on my left, we have Miss Cynthia de [Em] Montfort Jones upon her silvery toned mandolin.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
And just a little further over on the left, we have that [Em] famed oriental bass player, Miss Penola Baumgarner.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ First time in captivity, [D] folks. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ On the pounding battery and coterie, _ [Em] we have that well-known [A] bricklayer's laborer from Pilton, Mr.
Jack McMarker.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And perhaps you just have time to devastate your synesthesia [Em] with one more searing chorus from Black Jack [A] Davey on the seam organ. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] That's all. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] I've been wearing [D] faces in [Bm] the strangest [D] places, [Em] just to make a dream come true.
_ _ _ [A]
Dawn is sweet, but it's incomplete, and [D] I'm waiting for you.
_ [Bm] The [D] breeze is blowing, and my hair is growing, [Em] forgotten everything my mother knew.
_ _ _ [A]
Day is young, and the spring is sprung, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Must you bring your horse in here, Miss Jones?
_ _ [A]
Although your snowshoes do look terrific.
_ _ [D] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yes, they [Em] all come from out of the sky, you know.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm waiting _ for the _ [F] _ dove that [D#] _ never _ came _ _ home.
_ [G] I'm waiting _ for the [D#] painter _ when his [C#] colors were _ gone.
_ _ I'm [D] waiting for soldiers at [F#] the war.
_ [A] I'm waiting for a royal decision.
_ I'm waiting for the sun to [F#] snore.
_ [A] I'm waiting for a rumble [D] from [G] Jericho.
_ [E]
Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm a bareback [D] rider, [Bm] I'm an [D] outsider, [Em] and I love to dance the boogaloo.
_ _ [A] I'm a tourney of head, I'm a lately wed, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ More tea, Vicar?
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A#] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Hold that tiger.
_ [Em] _
Yes, hydrangeas do look divine this time of [A] year.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I'm waiting for [F] the angels _ to [D#] put _ on their _ _ smiles.
_ _ _ [G]
I'm waiting _ for the [D#] judges _ to _ [C#] come _ to trial.
_ _ [D] I'm waiting for [A] the arrow [F#] _ lane.
[A] I'm waiting for the [D] graves to open.
_ I'm waiting to [A] be sold in [F#] chains. _
I'm waiting for a signal from [D] the trapdoor [G] queen.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava [D] farmer, [Em] I'm a goose to me, don't ever say fool.
_ Let [A] the universe roll, I'm a symbol soul, and [D] I'm waiting for you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, it sounds so sweet when you play to me like [Em] that.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ That tiger doesn't really want [D] to be held.
_ _ _ _ _ I'm waiting for [F] the signs _ to point [D#] a _ different _ _ way.
_ _ _ [G] I'm waiting _ for God _ to take a [C#] _ _ _ _
holiday.
_ _ _ _ [D] I'm waiting for [A] night in the [F#] mine.
_ [E]
I'm waiting for the hills [D] to grow steeper. _
I'm waiting for the man they [F#] call shine. _
[A] I'm waiting for Willie [D] the weeper [G] to wake.
[E] Waiting for the world to [A] begin. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm]
I'm [D] off the market with an old straw basket singing [Em] doh dee oh dee oh _ doh.
_ [A] Marine claw, do wear in the spring, in [D] the April breeze is how it will blow. _
_ _ _ I'm going to introduce to you now the [Em] personalities who compose the Jim Stigart of L'Art Point.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Over there on my left, we have Miss Cynthia de [Em] Montfort Jones upon her silvery toned mandolin.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
And just a little further over on the left, we have that [Em] famed oriental bass player, Miss Penola Baumgarner.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ First time in captivity, [D] folks. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ On the pounding battery and coterie, _ [Em] we have that well-known [A] bricklayer's laborer from Pilton, Mr.
Jack McMarker.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And perhaps you just have time to devastate your synesthesia [Em] with one more searing chorus from Black Jack [A] Davey on the seam organ. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] That's all. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _