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Download{new_song} {t:Thrasher} {st:Neil Young} [D] [G] [D] [D] [D+C#] [D+B] [D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [D] [D] [D+C#] [D+B] [D] [G] [A] They were [D]hiding behind hay bales, they were [Giii]planting in the [D]full moon They had given [D+C#]all they [D+B]had for [D]something [Giii]new [Av] But the [D]light of day was on them They could [Giii]see the thrashers [D]coming and the water [D+C#]shone like [D+B]diamonds in the [Giii]dew. [Av] [Giii]And I was just [Av]getting up, hit the [D]road before it's [Giii]light Tryin' to catch an [Av]hour on the [D]sun [DM7] [D] [DM7] .... (see notes) When I [Giii]saw those thrashers [Av]rollin' by, Looking [D]more than [D+C#]two lanes [D+B]wide I was [G] or [Em7]feelin like my day had just be[Av]gun Where the eagle glides ascending there's an ancient river bending Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits I searched out my companions, they were lost in crystal canyons When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand How I lost my friends I still don't understand They had the best selection, they were poisoned with protection There was nothing that they needed, they hd nothing left to find They were lost in rock formations or became park bench mutations On the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting, waiting So I got bored and left them there, they were just deadweight to me It's better on the road wothout that load Brought back the time when I was eight or nine I was watchin' my mama's T.V., it was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode Where the vulture glides descending on an asphalt highay bending Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars Down the windy alls of friendship to the rose clipped by the bullwhip The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar But me I'm not stopping there, got my own row left to hoe Just another line in the field of time When the thrashers come and I'm stuck in the sun like dinosaurs in shrines But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine verse #notes: #the run from D to D+C# to D+B (Bm7) to D goes like: #--- --- --- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- #--- --- --- --- --- -3- --- --- --- -3- --- --- --- -3- --- --- --- -3- --- #--- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -2- --- --- #--- --- --- -0- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- #-0- -2- -4- --- --- --- --- -4- --- --- --- -2- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- #--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- # #'tryin'a catch an hour on the [D]sun [DM7] ...' - alternate between #x00232 and x00222. listen to the music to see what is meant....