Cifras
Thrasher

                         F                           C 
They were planting in the full moon
                     C       C/B           Am7         Am7/G           F     G 
They had given all they had for something new
                  C *
                         F                                 C 
They could see the thrashers coming
                   C         C/B                 Am7 
And the water shone like diamonds
 Am7/G     F       G 
In the dew.
 F                             G 
And I was just getting up,
                                                   F 
Hit the road before it's light
 F                                     G                         C7M  C  C7M  C 
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
                 F                                       G 
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
                   C               C/B             Am7   Am/C 
Looking more than two lanes wide
               Dm7                                                     G 
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.
                      C *
                         F                         C 
There's an ancient river bending
                     C               C/B             Am7   Am7/G 
Down the timeless gorge of changes
                 F                         G 
where sleeplessness awaits
        C *
                     F                               C 
Who were lost in crystal canyons
                     C             C/B           Am7 
When the aimless blade of science
 Am7/G                 F                       G 
Slashed the pearly gates.
 F                                             G 
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
                                                   F 
Burned my credit card for fuel
 F                                               G                                 C 
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
                 F                                         G 
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
                   C           C/B       Am7     Am7/G 
And my suitcase in my hand
               Dm7                                                                 G 
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
  C *
                       F 
They were poisoned with protection
                                 C/B               Am7   Am7/G 
There was nothing that they needed,
 F                               G 
Nothing left to find
                      C *
           F                                   C 
Or became park bench mutations
                   C             C/B                 Am7       Am7/G 
On the sidewalks and in the stations
                         F                 G 
They were waiting, waiting.
 F                                     G 
So I got bored and left them there,
                                 C                         F 
They were just deadweight to me
   F                               G                                 C 
Better down the road without that load
   F                                                             G 
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
                 C                                 Am7     Am7/G 
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
                           Dm7                                                     G 
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
                        C *
               F                               C 
On an asphalt highway bending
                   C         C/B       Am7   Am7/G 
Thru libraries and museums,
   F                         G 
Galaxies and stars
                      C *
               F                                         C 
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
               C           C/B       Am7 
The motel of lost companions
 Am7/G             F                             G 
Waits with heated pool and bar.
 F                               G 
But me I'm not stopping there,
                 C                             F 
Got my own row left to hoe
 F                         G                                       C 
Just another line in the field of time
 F                                                                     G 
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
                       C                         Am7     Am7/G 
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
                     Dm7 
But I'll know the time has come
                                 G 
To give what's mine.
INTRO: (using a pick alternately pick the notes within the chords)