Аккорды Bruce Springsteen - Silver Palomino

Chord shapes for drop D tuning
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D - 00403x
A - x05450 & x05430 (actually a movement between A7sus2 & A9sus4)
Gadd11/B - x2001x

[Intro]
| D    | A    | D    |

[Verse]
D                     A                                         D
I was barely 13 years old, she came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
    D                                                    A                  D
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow,   my silver palomino

D                                     A                                      D
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground, I lie in bed and listen to the sound
D                           A                      D
  Of the west Texas thunder roll, my silver palomino

D                                  A                                D
I track her into the mountains she loved, watch her from the rocks above
D                                              A                       D
  She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows, my silver palomino

D                                 A                                       D
Our mustaneros were the very best sir, but they could never lay a rope on her
D                   A                       D
No corral will ever hold, the silver palomino

[Bridge]
Gadd11/B            D            A                  D
  In my dreams bare-back I ride,   over the pradera low and wide
Gadd11/B             D                                       A
  As the wind sweeps out the draw, 'cross the scrub desert floor

[Verse]
D                     A                        D
I'd give my riata and spurs, if I could be for-ever yours
D                                A                   D                | D    | A    | D    |
I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes, for my silver palomino

D                             A                                 D
Summer drought come hard that year, our herd grazed the land so bare
D                                                 A                                                  D
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear and mother, your hand slipped from my hair

D                                                A                        D
Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars glow, I saddle up my red roan
D                                                    A                                             D
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone, where the air is still with the coming snow

D                                      A                                            D
As I rise higher I can smell your hair,   the scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
D                                A                                D
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows, I watch the silver palomino