Biography:
Jethro Tull is a progressive rock / folk rock band which formed in Blackpool, Lancashire, England in 1967. Their music is marked by the initially soulful and bluesy, and later expressively idiosyncratic, vocal style and unique lead flute work of frontman Ian Anderson, and their notable guitarist Martin Barre. Their songs feature unusual and often complex construction, incorporating elements of classical and celtic folk music, as well as art rock and alternative rock.
Read more on Last.fm
Other songs:
- Aqualung
- Fatman
- Fire At Midnight
- Heavy Horses
- Hymn 43
- Jack-in-the-green
- Jeffrey Goes To Leicester Square
- Life Is A Long Song
- Locomotive Breath
- Minstrel In The Gallery
- Mother Goose
- Moths
- Nothing Is Easy
- Skating Away
- Slow Marching Band
- Thick As A Brick
- Too Old To Rock N' Roll Too Young To Die
- Velvet Green
- We Use To Know
- Wond'ring Aloud
- A Gift Of Roses
- A Song For Jeffrey
- Acres Wild
- Alive And Well And Living In
- Another Christmas Song
- Aqualong
- At Last Forever
- Bouree
- Broadsword
- Budapest
- Bungle In The Jungle
- Cheap Day Return
- Cheerio
- Christmas Song
- Cold Wind To Valhalla
- Coronach
- Cross
- Cup Of Wonder
- Doctor To My Disease
- Down At The End Of Your Road
- Dr Dogenbroom
- Dun Ringill
- Farm On The Freeway
- First Snow On Brooklyn
- Flying Dutchman
- For Michael Collins Jeffrey And Me
- Grace
- I Dont Want To Be Me
- Inside
- Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow
- Jack In The Green
- Jack
- Just Trying To Be
- Kelpie
- Living In The Past
- Look Into The Sun
- Love Story
- Mother England Reverie
- One Brown Mouse
- One White Duck
- Only Solitaire
- Orion
- Pussy Willow
- Reasons For Waiting
- Requiem
- Ring Out Solstice Bells
- Rocks On The Road
- She Said She Was A Dancer
- Slipstream
- Son
- Song For Jeffrey
- Songs From The Wood
- Still Loving You Tonight
- Strip Cartoon
- Teacher
- The Whistler
- This Is Not Love
- Too Old To Rock N Roll Too Young To Die
- Under Wraps
- Up The Pool
- Up To Me
- We Used To Know
- White Innocence
- Wind
- Witches Promise
- With You There To Help Me
- Wondering Again
- Wondering Aloud
- Wondring Aloud
- Working John Working Joe
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Heavy Horses
INTRO
CAPO 3 FRET
Bm
Em C
D G
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
C
D Dsus4
G
An October's day, towards evening
Em
C
D G
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
C D
Dsus4 G
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Em C
D G
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
C D
Dsus4 G
Turning the deep sod under
Em C
D G
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
C D
Dsus4 G
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
C
D
G C
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
Am
D Dsus4 Em
with the Shire on his feathers floating
C
D G
C
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
C D
Dsus4 G
to bed on a warm straw coating.
F#7 Bm G Bm
G A
Heavy Horses, move the land under me
F#7 Bm
G Bm
G A
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
F#7 G
D
Now you're down to the few
Bb F
And there's no work to do
C
Em D Bm
The tractor's on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
to keep the old line going.
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
and the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
your noble grace and your bearing
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
across these acres glistening
like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
as the heavy horses thunder by
to wake the dying city
with the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken ---
bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
thrill to the sound of all
the heavy horses coming home.
words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
{[email protected]}
INTRO
CAPO 3 FRET
Bm
Em C
D G
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
C
D Dsus4
G
An October's day, towards evening
Em
C
D G
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
C D
Dsus4 G
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Em C
D G
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
C D
Dsus4 G
Turning the deep sod under
Em C
D G
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
C D
Dsus4 G
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
C
D
G C
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
Am
D Dsus4 Em
with the Shire on his feathers floating
C
D G
C
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
C D
Dsus4 G
to bed on a warm straw coating.
F#7 Bm G Bm
G A
Heavy Horses, move the land under me
F#7 Bm
G Bm
G A
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
F#7 G
D
Now you're down to the few
Bb F
And there's no work to do
C
Em D Bm
The tractor's on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
to keep the old line going.
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
and the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
your noble grace and your bearing
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
across these acres glistening
like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
as the heavy horses thunder by
to wake the dying city
with the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken ---
bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
thrill to the sound of all
the heavy horses coming home.
words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
{[email protected]}
Jidenna
Jil Is Lucky
Jill Andrews
Jill Barber
Jim And The Povo (...)
Jim Varney
Jim White
Jimena Bar&oacut (...)
Jimi Hendrix
Jimmie Davis And (...)