Danny and My Ponies – guitar crd
Danny and My Ponies | guitar crd By The Who >From Who, 06 Dec. 2019 Written by Pete Townshend ©2019 Spirit Music Publishing Ltd. #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# ============== transcribed by 2019-12-11 Alex Lopez icoflib@hotmail.com www.thewho.net/whotabs ============== Author's Note: This is an approximation of the chords in this song. Pete uses an alternate tuning for this song, but I don't know what it is. This is how I approach the song in standard tuning. It's close, but not exact. Chords you'll need: C x32013 Gsus4 320013 Dsus4 x54035 Dsus4 C Gsus4 Danny laid back and surveyed the view C Gsus4 A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue C Gsus4 I asked for permission to give him a note C Gsus4 He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat C Gsus4 Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused C Gsus4 Like he was the one, who was glad to be used C Gsus4 I had a sense he was playin' a part C Gsus4 But I had to help, for he tore at my heart Dsus4 C Gsus4 He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags Dsus4 C Gsus4 He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags Dsus4 C Gsus4 The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash Dsus4 C Gsus4 Like I was the one who needed the cash Dsus4 C Gsus4 The tramps in our England, have always to walk Dsus4 C Gsus4 From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong Dsus4 C Gsus4 The tramps in our country have no where's to hug Dsus4 C Gsus4 Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk C Gsus4 Danny would lay, he'd never speak C Gsis4 Here was a man who had attained his peak C Gsus4 No fables to tell, and nothing held back C Gsus4 This was a man who had led a strong path C Gsus4 Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird C Gsus4 Who'd never a hand clean and never a word C Gsus4 For two hundred down, my project had fled C Gsus4 Danny was gone, or may well have been dead Dsus4 C Gsus4 He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death Dsus4 C Gsus4 Took in turn his view, with his very last breath Dsus4 C Gsus4 The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky Dsus4 C Gsus4 Danny was waiting, patient to die Dsus4 C Gsus4 The tramps in our England, have always to walk Dsus4 C Gsus4 From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong Dsus4 C Gsus4 The tramps in our country have no where's to hug Dsus4 C Gsus4 Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk C Gsus4 Danny laid back, looked down and the plain C Gsus4 The king on his bench with magnificent mane C Gsus4 I asked his permission to give him a note C Gsus4 He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat Dsus4 C Gsus4 It's dangerous to patronize those who live rough Dsus4 C Gsus4 Danny was a giant, solid and tough Dsus4 C Gsus4 He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song Dsus4 C Gsus4 Without bein' draconian, he lived just as long ================ icoflib@hotmail.com #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
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