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For the Roses- Joni Mitchell Tabbed by Robin Young *CAPO 3* Tuning: GGDGBD (after addition of capo) Chords: Am7: X22010 C/G: 00504X F/G: 00654X Gb5: 005050 G: 008760 Open G: 000000 G/Cm: 00404X Gsus4: 000868 G6b5: 00505X G7: 00600X Gm7sus4: 000646 Intro: Pattern 1 D --------- B --------- G --------- D -------0- G -0-6-8--- G --------- Gsus4 – G – G6b5 – Gb5 – G/Cm Open G – C/G – Open G Pattern 1 Gsus4 G G6b5 I heard it in the wind last night Gb5 It sounded like ap-plause G/Cm Did you get a round resounding Open G C/G – Open G - Pattern 1 For you way up here? Gsus4 G Seems like many dim years ago G6b5 Gb5 Since I heard that face to face or G/Cm Seen you face to face Open G C/G – Open G Though tonight I can feel you here Pattern 1 Gm7sus4 I get these notes on butterflies and Gsus4 Open G Lilac sprays from girls who just have to Am7 F/G G7 F/G G7 Tell me they saw you some-where F/G – G7 (3x) F/G – F6/G In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts, off to the airport Your name’s in the news Everything’s first class The lights go down, and It’s just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you’re seen on giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation- well, who’s to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can’t give up just yet Now I sit up here, the critic And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them from my TV set Oh, the power and the glory Just when you’re getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards and the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now, end of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs G/Cm And the moon swept down black water Open G Like an emp- -ty spotlight