James Keelaghan - Gladys Ridge
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Band name | James Keelaghan |
Song name | Gladys Ridge |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 05/20/2008 |
Size | 1.83 kb |
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From: ummikit0@cc.UManitoba.CA (jenny("steve")mikita) Subject: k/keelaghan_james/gladys_ridge.crd Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 16:27:53 GMT "Gladys Ridge" James Keelaghan From: "Small Rebellions" (1989) Published by Tranquilla Music (1988) Transcribed: Jen Mikita (Capo 3rd fret - this puts it in F major without having to play all those pesky bar chords) D >From Gladys Ridge I made my way G A Across the valleys, hills and plains D Across the fields all coloured dun G A Once more to Saskatchewan Bm A G Time to get back to mother land Bm A G A Better a good run than a bad stand Chorus: D G A Oh, I may never leave again, D G A Oh, I may never leave again, D G A Oh, I may never leave again, D G A Oh, I may never leave again. Northward now I turn my gaze A ribbon coloured asphalt gray My mind returned to different days Distances I’d travelled The miles like an hourglass’s sand Better a good run than a bad stand (Chorus) Underneath the star-filled skies We run our course and live our lives Lay down roots in a spinning ball Live one life as if that’s all Things might not work out as we had planned Better a good run than a bad stand (Chorus) Gladys Ridge she rises gray As homeward now I make my way An icon clothed in prairie scrub The world a wheel and I its hub A dormant fire waiting to be fanned Better a good run than a bad stand (Chorus)