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False Echoes Havana 1921 key of Eb Capo on Fret 1 INTRO: ___D_____________________________Bm_____A_______D_________ E|-----2------3-|-----5-----3-|-----------------------|--- B|--------------|-------------|--3--------------------|--- G|---2------4---|---6-----4---|----4------------------|--- D|-0------0-----|-0-----0-----|------4--2-4-2---0-----|--- A|--------------|-------------|---------------4-------|--- E|--------------|-------------|-----------------------|---
DThe skies over GCubaD, turned Apink with the Dlight And the waterfront Bmritual, began to Aignite. All the ships in the GharbourD, were Awarmed by the Dsun Twenty fifth of BmNovember, ANineteen Twenty-Done. G D
On the old ChickaGmougaD, the Asignal jacks Dflew And the message they Bmspelled out, caused a great ballyAhoo Every ship in GHavanaD, then Ahoisted Daway All the pennants were Bmflyin', Aon my Dad's first Dbirthday
CHORUS:
AEnduring echoes call Dout from his past, ATime ain't for savin', no Dtime's not for that. BmChasin' false F#mechoes like a Glost legionnaireA,
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He Gwaltzes on Bmmemories while he Afades like Dflare G D
Now his storybook GchildhoodD, was Anot make Dbelieve On the decks of a Bmtall ship, he was taught to Aachieve. Witnessed storms and GstarvationD, Natural Awonders and DForce Oh the life of a Bmsailor, Asteers a wandering Dcourse G D
REPEAT CHORUS:
Well now life throws us Gcurve Dballs, We Anever can Dreach He gave up the Bmocean, but he lived by the Abeach. Where he raised up his GfamilyD, taught Aus all to Dsurvive Then the wind went Bmaway in ANineteen Ninety-DFive G D
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Now the old ChickaGmaugaD, has Aslipped by the Dways She lies on the Bmbottom of old Mobile ABay Where the ghosts of his GfatherD and his Abrother are Dnear They protect him and Bmtell him, AThere's nothing to Dfear G D Cause it's family GtraditionD, We Atake to the Dsea And it's a time in the Bmfuture, For ACameron and Dme G D
REPEAT CHORUS:
DThe skies over GCubaD Were Awarmed by the Dsun, Twenty fifth of BmNovember, ANineteen Twenty-oneD.
Treetop Flyer heard after False Echos on Banana Wind Album Drop D Tuning DADGAD DADGAD ------ 505050 - G 303030 - F 000570 - C 000450 - B 000230 - A 000220 - A# intro D----10-----9-----3-----0---- A---------------------------- G---------------------------- D---------------------------- A---------------------------- D--0--0--0-----0--0--0-----0- D----------------------------------------------- A---------5----3---------3-------2^3----2---3--- G---0-0------------0-------------2------2---2--- D---5-------5----3----------3-------------0----- A--------------------------------0-------------- D-5-----5------3------3-------0------0---------- D-------------------------------- A-----0--------------5----3------ G-----2----------0--------0------ D--0-------0---5-------5-----3--- A-------------------------------- D-------0----5-----5------3------
A#I could Abe a A#rambler from the GSeven DialFs I don't Apay tA#axes 'cuz IG never filFe A#And I doAn't dA#o business that doesn't Gmake me smile F I love my aeroplaneG 'cuz she got Fstyle I'm a treetop flyerA A# C B G F
I fly any cargo that you can pay to run The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done You've got to fly down into the canyons You don't ever see the sun There's no such thing as an easy run Oh, treetop flyer I fly low, I'm in high demand I go 15 feet over the Rio Grande I blow the mesquite right up off of the sand Seldom seen, especially when I land I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor break- run on 3rd fret of all strings The people they ask me, ``Where'd you learn to fly that way?" It's over in Vietnam chasin' N.V.A. The government taught me, and they taught me right Stay down under the tree line And you might be alright Treetop flyer So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast I promised my woman, this is gonna be my last I get the ship down, I tie her fast And then somebody walks up and says ``Hey son, wanna make some fast cash?" Treetop flyer Well there's things I am and there's things I'm not I am a smuggler and I could get shot I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna get caught You see, I'm a flyin' fool in an aeroplane I'm just too hot I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor