barrier

quah, 1974

music and lyrics: tom hobson

in f# minor


F#m

Buffalo Bill in his buckskin riding suit

Striding his horse while his gun went a rooty-toot

Eagle eyes, grim while his boys rake in the loot


Bm

Gone

Down the Arroyo his ghost goes riding by

Clippity clop

In the night I hear him sigh

Pause for a tear and wink before he rides


F#m

On

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It’s been long since his spurs jangle-jangled

To the dance of his horse

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Been too long since his waddies have wrangled

               C#7   D7 C#7

All in play of course


A               G              D                   A

I can hear them crying as they ride on through the night

A                   G      Ab      A                      

They’re so tired of crying side by side 

                  C#7  D7 C#7

where there is no light


F#m

Young Annie Oakley her eyes so clear and bright

Hair like a chestnut mane streaming through the night

Dazzling the crowned heads of Europe with her lights


Bm

Dead

Eyes that were flame blindly start at shadows where

Hands that were sure grasp but never touch rifle there

Ears that were sharp hark but here never pistol flare’s 


F#m

Lead

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It’s been long since her hands filled with glory

To the tune of her gun

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Been so long since a crowd cheered her story

                C#7 D7 C#7

Now her story’s done


A               G              D                   A 

I can hear them crying as they ride on through the night

A                   G      Ab      A                      

They’re so tired of crying side by side 

                  C#7  D7 C#7

where there is no light


F#m

Gathered around them is every old cowhand gone

On to the shadows where mind never lingers on

Ever in darkness while eyes ever long to 


Bm

Reveal

Long did they sway every crowd to their every jape

Long did they swirl through the tinsel and tickertape 

Mocking the shape of things that they once shaped for


F#m

Real

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It’s been long since a song pierced the air there

And the air’s like stone

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Been too long since a voice stilled their fears there

            C#7 D7

Now they’re alone


D7 C#7 F#m

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