Neil Young - Thrasher

^CThey were hiding behind hay bales, They were ^Fplanting in the ^CFull Moon, They had given ^C/Ball they ^Am7had for something ^Fnew,^G But the ^Clight of day was on them, They could ^Fsee the thrasher ^Ccoming, And the ^Cwater ^C/Bshone like ^Am7diamonds in the ^Fdew. ^G

^FAnd I was just ^Ggetting up, To ^Chit the road before its ^Flight, trying to catch an ^Ghour on the ^Csun, ^{Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C F}When I saw those thrasher^Gs rolling by, Looking ^Cmore than ^C/Btwo lanes ^Am7wide, ^Am/C I was ^Dm7feeling like my day had just ^Gbegun.

Where the ^Ceagles glide descending, There's an ^Fancient river ^Cbending, Down the ^Ctimeless ^C/Bgorge of ^Am7changes ^Am7/Gwhere s^Fleeplessness a^Gwaits, I ^Csearched out my companions, who were ^Flost in crystal ^Ccanyons, When the ^Caimless ^C/Bblade of ^Am7science ^Am7/Gslashed the ^Fpearly gates,^G

^FIt was then I knew I'd ^Ghad enough, burned my ^Ccredit card for ^Ffuel, ^FHeaded out to where the ^Gpavement turns to ^Csand,^{Cmaj7 C} With a ^Fone-way ticket to the ^Gland of truth and my ^Csuitcase ^C/Bin my ^Am7hand. ^Am7/G How I ^Dm7lost my friends I still dont understan^Gd.

^CThey had the best selection, They were ^Fpoisoned with pro^Ctection, There was ^Cnothing ^C/Bthat they ^Am7needed, ^{Am7/G F}nothing left to ^Gfind. They were ^Clost in rock formations, Or ^Fbecame park bench mut^Cations, On the the ^Csidewalks ^C/Band in the ^Am7stations,^Am7/G they were ^Fwaiting, ^Gwaiting. ^FSo I got bored and ^Gleft them there, They were ^Cjust dead weight to ^Fme, ^FBetter down the ^Groad without that ^Cload,^{Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C F}Bring's back the time I was ^Geight or nine, I was ^Cwatching my Mama's ^Am7TV, ^Am7/G It was that ^Dm7great Grand Canyon rescue episod^Ge. With the ^Cvulture glides descending, On an ^Fasphalt highway ^Cbending, Through ^Clibraries ^C/Band muse^Am7ums,^{Am7/G F}galaxies and ^Gstars.

Down the ^Cwindy halls of friendship, To the ^Frose clipped by the ^Cbullwhip, The ^Cmotel of ^C/Blost c^Am7ompanions ^Am7/Gwaits with ^Fheated pool and ^Gbar. ^FBut me, I'm not ^Gstopping there, Got my o^Cwn row left to ^Fhoe, ^FJust another ^Gline in the field of ^Ctime.^Cmaj7

^FWhen the thrashers come I'll be ^Gstuck in the sun, Like the ^Cdinosaurs in ^Am7shrines, ^Am7/G But I'll ^Dm7know the time has come to give what's ^Gmine.