The Soft Parade Guitar Tabs by Doors

TITULO: THE SOFT PARADE
AÑO:1969
TAB.:ALDO ROJAS (14)
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B|-------------------------------------6-8-10-8-6--------------------||
G|-----9---9----9------9-7-9-------99-------------9-7-9---7-9-7------||
D|--7--------7-------------------------------------------------------||
A|-------------------------------------------------------------------||
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------||

E|-------------------------------------------------------------------||
B|-------------------------------------------------------------------||
G|--5-----4-5-4------------------------------------------------------||
D|----7---------7----------------------------------------------------||
A|-------------------------------------------------------------------||
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Am
Can you give me sanctuary?
                                                                Dm7  E13  Am
I must find a place to hide, a place for me to         hide.
 
Can you find me soft asylum?
                                                           Dm7  E13  Am
I can't make it anymore;  the man is at     the    door.
 
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Abm7...x 2
 
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb9, Abmaj7, Ab.
 
 
Gm7  Abm7  Am7 Bbm7 Am7  Abm7 Gm   Abm7   Am7  Bbm7  Am7(b5)
Pep - per   -   mint  mi   -   ni   -   skirts, cho - co    -    late    can   -  dy,
 
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
 
Gm7    Abm7 Am7 Bbm7  Am7  Abm7 Gm Abm7   Bbm7 Am7(b5)
cham - pi    -   on     sax      and    a          girl  named San  - dy;
 
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
 
Bbm7, Eb7, Ab, Abmaj7, Gb, Eb.
 
 
Abm7  Gm  Abm7 Am7 Bbm7 Am7   Abm7 Gm  Abm7 Am7
Theres on -  ly         four  ways   to get un    -   rav - eled;
Gm Abm7 Am7 Bbm7 Am7 Amb7 Gm   Abm7   Am7 Bbm7  Eb7 Abmaj7
one is         to      sleep and   the      oth  -  er         is       trav  -  el,
Gm Abm7 Am7 Bbm7 Am7 Abm7 Gm Abm7 Bbm7 Am7 Abm7
one is        a       band            it          up   in the  hills,
Gm Abm7 Am7 Bbm7 Abm7 Gm7  Abm7 Am7 Bb7   C
one is         to     love     your    neigh      -      bor   till his wife gets home.
 
C, Cmaj7, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Cmaj7, Dm.
 
C      Dm          C         Dm       C  Em Dm
Catacombs, nursery bones, win-ter   woman,
  C            Dm    C               Dm                 C      Dm C Dm C Dm
growing stones,    carrying babies to the river;
       C             Dm      C     Dm  C          Dm      C      Dm
Streets and shoes, avenues,  leather riders selling news.
 
C, Dm...x 4
 
       C        D
The monk bought lunch.
 
Em, Bm...x 2
 
    Em         Bm          Em               E7 A
Successfull hills are here to stay.
                            Em
Everything must be this way.
                                                        A
Gentle street where people play,
                                 Em         E7 A
welcome to the soft parade.
                          Em                       B7
All our lives we sweat and save,
                              Em            E7 A
building for a shallow grave,
                                   Em                 B7
"Must be something else" we say,
                                   Em               E7 A
"somehow to defend this place."
                            Em               B7
Everything must be this way.
                            Em
Everything must be this way.
 
 
  Em                                               E7 A
The soft parade has now begun;
                          Em
listen to the engines hum.
                                                  E7 A
People out to have some fun,
                            B7                            Em
cobra on my left,     leopard on my right.
 
 
Deer woman in a silk dress,
A                                Em
girls with beads around their necks,
                                                          E7               A                 Bb B
kiss the hunter of the green vest who has wrestled before
                            Em
with lions in the night.

RIFF

E|-------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-2---0-2----0-2----0-2-/4-2-1--|
A|---2------2------2------------2|
E|-------------------------------|


 E
Out of sight!  The lights are getting brighter.
The radio is moaning,
callin' to the dogs there are still a few animals left out in the yard,
but it's not getting harder to describe sailors to the underfed.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
What got us this far, to this mild equador?
We need someone or something new,
something' else to get us through.
But its getting harder, callin' on the dogs.
Shoot at a few animals left out in the yard but its gettin' much harder.
You'd better come along.  Just you and I.
Better bring your gun.
You'd better bring your gun.
 
(spoken)
 
When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes
and make them sleep and cry.
 
2nd voice over last part
 
Callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs.
You gotta meet me at the crossroads.
Gotta meet me at the edge of town,
outskirts of the city.
We were so alone.
Better bring your gun.
 
3rd voice over last part
 
Too late, baby!  Too late.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.

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