Thrasher by Neil Young
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


C*                                                 
They were hiding behind hay bales,                 
            F              C                       
They were planting in the full moon                
          C    C/B      Am7     Am7/G      F   G   
They had given all they had for something new      
         C*                                        
But the light of day was on them,                  
            F                 C                    
They could see the thrashers coming                
         C     C/B         Am7                     
And the water shone like diamonds                  
Am7/G   F    G                                     
In the dew.                                        
                                                   
F               G                                  
And I was just getting up,                         
     C*                    F  F* F                 
Hit the road before it's light                     
F                   G           C*  Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 C
Trying to catch an hour on the sun                 
        F                    G                     
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,             
         C        C/B       Am7  Am/C              
Looking more than two lanes wide                   
       Dm7                           G             
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.          
                                                   
           C*                                      
Where the eagle glides descending                  
            F             C                        
There's an ancient river bending                   
          C        C/B       Am7  Am7/G            
Down the timeless gorge of changes                 
        F             G                            
where sleeplessness awaits                         
    C*                                             
I searched out my companions,                      
          F                C                       
Who were lost in crystal canyons                   
          C       C/B      Am7                     
When the aimless blade of science                  
Am7/G         F            G                       
Slashed the pearly gates.                          
F                       G                      
It was then I knew I'd had enough,             
            C*             F   F* F            
Burned my credit card for fuel                 
F                        G                 C   
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand 
        F                     G                
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth     
         C      C/B    Am7   Am7/G             
And my suitcase in my hand                     
       Dm7                                 G   
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
                                               
 C*                                            
They had the best selection,                   
           F                C*                 
They were poisoned with protection             
            C*    C/B        Am7  Am7/G        
There was nothing that they needed,            
F                G                             
Nothing left to find                           
           C*                                  
They were lost in rock formations              
     F                  C                      
Or became park bench mutations                 
         C       C/B         Am7    Am7/G      
On the sidewalks and in the stations           
            F         G                        
They were waiting, waiting.                    
                                               
F                   G                          
So I got bored and left them there,            
                C             F   F* F         
They were just deadweight to me                
 F                G                 C          
Better down the road without that load         
 F                               G             
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine  
        C                 Am7   Am7/G          
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,                 
             Dm7                           G   
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode. 
            C*                                    
Where the vulture glides descending               
       F                C                         
On an asphalt highway bending                     
         C     C/B    Am7  Am7/G                  
Thru libraries and museums,                       
 F             G                                  
Galaxies and stars                                
           C*                                     
Down the windy halls of friendship                
       F                     C                    
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip               
       C      C/B    Am7                          
The motel of lost companions                      
Am7/G       F               G                     
Waits with heated pool and bar.                   
                                                  
F                G                                
But me I'm not stopping there,                    
        C               F   F*  F                 
Got my own row left to hoe                        
F             G                    C              
Just another line in the field of time            
F                                   G             
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
           C             Am7   Am7/G              
Like the dinosaurs in shrines                     
          Dm7                                     
But I'll know the time has come                   
                G                                 
To give what's mine.