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Somewhere over the Rainbow- Jimi Hendrix
These are the basic chord hendrix plays and one of the riffs he plays them in. the solos
on the E scale but I cant figure them out.
e[-0--------3------------------------0-----------0---------------------]
B[-0--------3------------------------2-----------2---------------------]
G[-1--------0------------------------2-----------2---------------------]
D[-2--------0------------------------2-----------2--------------0------]
A[-2--------2--------2---2---2---2---0-----------0---------0h2---------]
E[-0--------3--------3---0---3---4---x-----------x-----------------3-0-]
I see fingers hands and shades of faces.
e[--------0-------3------------------0----------0-----------------------]
B[--------0-------3------------------2----------2-----------------------]
G[--------2-------0------------------2----------2-----------------------]
D[---2----2-------0------------------2----------2----------------2--0---]
A[-2--2---1-------2-----2--2--2--2---0----------0------------0h2--------]
E[------0-0-------3-----3--0--3--4---x----------x---------------------3-]
Reachin up but not quite touchin the promised land
I see fingers hands and shades of faces
Reachin up but not quite touchin the promised land
I hear pleas and prayers and desperate whispers sayin
Oh lord please give us a helping hand
(all harmonics on twelfth let ring)
Yeah yeah yeah
Way down in the background I can see the frustrated souls of cities burnin
And on across the water I can see weapons barkin out to stand down
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFO’s chuckling to themselves laughin they sayin
“Those people so uptight they sure know how to make a mess”
Yeah
solo
Well back at the saloon my tear mix in mildew with my drink
I can’t really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor
Far as I know they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and sell me
Brothers help me and don’t worry ’bout lookin at the score.
Yeah yeah yeah.
