I hear it's played in A with a capo on the first fret. You can play it this way if
you just transpose a step down, but if you are ambitious you might like this tab,
I created it for the piano. Enjoy!
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Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking 'bout you, baby,
. .
And I can't hardly sleep.
. .
I'm travelling by land
Travelling through the dawn of the day
You're always on my mind
I can't stay away
I'd forgotten 'bout you
Then you turned up again
I always knew
We were meant to be more than friends
When you're near,
It's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, gal
You ought to be a fool about me
Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
. .
You got the key to my brain
I've been trampling through mud
praying to the powers above
I'm sweating blood
You got a face that begs for love
Life without you
Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea
Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
And then you do wrong all night
When you're with me
I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter
. .
What price I pay?
they brag about your sugar
Brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl
I feel like layin' down
I'm as pale as a ghost
Holding a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost?
No, but you have heard of them
I see you there
I'm blinded by the colors I see
I take good care
. .
of what belongs to me
. . . | /C# |
I hear your name
ringing up and down the line
I'm saying it plain:
. .
These ties are strong enough to bind
Your sweet voice
calls out from some old familiar shrine
I got no choice,
. .
can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind
I could live forever
with you perfectly
You don't ever
have to make a fuss over me
From east to west
ever since the world began
I only mean it for the best
. .
I won't be with you any way I can
. . . | /C# |
I've been in a brawl
Now I'm feeling the wall
I'm going away, baby
. .
I won't be back till fall
High on the hill
you can carry all my thoughts with you
You know my will
This love could tear me in two
I won't be with you in paradise
and it seems so unfair
I can't go to paradise no more,
I killed a man back there
You think I'm over the hill
Think I'm past my prime
Let me see what you got
. .
We can have a whoppin' good time
Final guitar solo:
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