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Great Southern Land by Icehouse - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZ4NuX0qWuY I've written these chords as A, B, C#m, but this is only because this is how I often see them written down. They are the "open" chords A5/E, B5, C#5 A5/E B5 C#5 Abm - play this as A barre chord straight up from C#5 e|----------------------4-----| B|----------------------4-----| G|---2-----4-----6------4-----| D|---2-----4-----6------6-----| A|---------2-----4------6-----| E|----------------------4-----| This is the original key, but good luck if you can hit these notes in performance. I capo this up to 7 to make it singable. To get the sound of the original chords you really need to use the open chord method above, and it's really easy too! Also, 8.5 bars of A5 is not advised unless you have a keyboard or lead guitar doing the proper intro. Intro: |A | | | | | | | |A B | |A | |B | |A | | |B | Standing ...
Standing at the lAimit of an endless ocean stranded like a Brunaway, lost at sea sitting on a Arainy day down in the harbor watching as the Bgrey clouds shadow the bay looking everyAwhere 'cause I had to find you this is not the Bway that I remember it here anyone will Atell you it's a prisoner island hidden in the Bsummer for a million years
Great Southern LC#mand, burned you black
So you look into the Aland and it will tell you a story story 'bout a Bjourney ended long ago if you listen to the Amotion of the wind in the mountains maybe you can Bhear them talking like I do ". . they're gonAna betray you, they're gonna forget you are you gonna let them Btake you over that way . ."
Great Southern C#mLand, Great Southern Land you walk alone, like a primitive man and they make it work, with sticks and bones, see their hungry eyes, it's a hungry home.
Abm I hear the sound, of the stranger's voices, I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes Great Southern C#mLand, Great Southern Land they burned you black, black against the ground
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean stranded like a runaway, lost at sea sitting on a rainy day down in the harbor watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay looking everywhere .... I had to find you this is not the way that I remember it here anyone will tell you it's a prisoner island hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern C#mLand, in the sleeping sun you walk alone with the ghost of time they burned you black, black against the ground and they make it work with rocks and sand
Abm I hear the sound, of the stranger's voices, I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes C#m --> [all the way to the end] Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land they burned you black, black against the ground
you walk alone, like a primitive man you walk alone with the ghost of time and they burned you black yeah, they burned you black Great Southern Land