Chords
Shiloh

Key: F

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
     F                                    C  
A mist halos the meadow
                F                                                    C                                                 G  
And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees
             F                                    C  
As I lean against a hickory
     F                                            C                              G  
I close my eyes and I can almost see
          Am                                      G  
The ghostly forms of blue and gray
C                                                                                      F  
And I can almost hear the cannons blast
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
          F                                                    C  
The first few waves came cheerin'
F                                         C                                                      G  
Fear and hatered runnin' through their blood
                        F                                      C  
When the day was finally over
                F                                         C                                            G  
Those left were wadin' through a crimson flood
        Am                                      G  
To think I could be right here
                  C                                                                                                              F  
In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
F                                         C  
Brother fightin  brother
F                                      C  
Father fightin' son
                  F                                         C  
By the time the sun was settin'
                  Am                                            C  
Looked like the South had won
                  F                                            C  
Now my mouth's as dry as cotton
                  F                                         Am  
And my heart is beatin' fast
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
C                 F                                            C  
Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin'
                        F                                    C                              G  
And they woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow
                     F                                      C  
Bullets flew like angry hornets
                        F                                                 C                                            G  
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow
Am                                                      G  
It must have been like hell on earth
C                                                                                                    F  
What happened here is more than we can grasp
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
F                                         C  
Brother fightin' brother
F                                      C  
Father fightin' son
                  F                                              C  
By the time the smoke had lifted
             Am                                            C  
They knew the North had won
F                                              C  
Lord my soul feels empty
                F                                              Am  
As my tears fall on this grass
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
F                                      C  
Brother killin' brother
F                                    C  
Father slayin' son
                        F                                            C  
From the looks of this old graveyard
             Am                              C  
Hell nobody really won
F                                              C  
Somethins' changed inside me
        F                                      Am  
It sure can happen fast
Dm                                    G                                      C  
Standin' in the presence of the past
     F                                    C  
A mist halos the meadow
                F                                                    C                                                 G  
And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees