War Of Man de Neil Young

War Of Man - Neil Young sur Guitariff.net
			 
		   War of Man : Harvest Moon : Neil Young

listen to recording for strumming and rythym.

verse progression: 
  Dm    Dm     Dm7     Bb    C
--1----|-5----|-1-----|-1-----3-|---
--3----|-6----|-1-----|-3-----5-|---
--2----|-7----|-2-----|-3-----5-|---
--0----|-0----|-0-----|---------|---
-------|------|-------|---------|---
-------|------|-------|---------|---

chorus progression:
"No one wins...."
Dm          Dm    Bb         Bb C  C A 
--1--------|-1---|---------|------------|
--3--------|-3---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
--2--------|-2---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
--0--------|-0---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
-----------|-----|-1-------|--1/3--3-0--|
-----------|-----|---------|------------|

Dm                                         Dm7            
The little creatures run in from the cold, back to the nest just like

     Bb      C    Dm                                      DD     Dm7
the days of old.  There in the safety of a mother's arms  the warmth

              Bb      C       Dm
of ages far away from harm again.   

Solo riff:  ^ means hammer on quickly, the first note is a grace note.
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--------0--0^2--0-----------0--0^2--|
--0--3-------------3--0--3----------|
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--------0--0^2--0-----------0^2--0--|
--0--3-------------3--0--3----------|
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Ears ringin' from the battle fire, the tired warrior aims a little higher.

The black falcon or the little sparrow, the healing light or the flash 
of the barrel.

Chorus:

Dm                         Bb   Bb C   C A  
No one wins, it's a war of man.            ( repeat like the recording)

Verse 3
Silver mane flying in the wind down through the planets on the run again.

No one knows where they're running to but every kind is coming two by two

Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound the daddy's runnin ont the frozen

ground.  Can't smell the poison as it follows him, can't smell the 

gas and machines its a war of men.


notes: by whc2993@ritvax.isc.rit.edu;
posted to the rust list by stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca (Steve Portigal)