Quick As Dreams chords by Slaid Cleaves

Slaid Cleaves - Quick As Dreams





CAPO: 2nd Fret




   C             F            C              F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
     C                 F                     G
I'll show you a little picture I keep tucked in this old drawer

CHORUS:
F            G           C            ~       Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C           F                   G               C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams


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Well, I joined up with the races when they came through Alabam
     C                F             G
They had a good young rider, just a boy, named Sandy Graham
        F             G                      C         ~        Am
We were two kids run away from home when the world was breaking down
       C               F               G                C
Didn't stay to see the family sell the farm and move to town


                    F        C          F
From Detroit to Tijuana to Annapolis we rode
     C                  F                  G
They called us rookies "bug boys", we were just sixteen years old
        F                 G           C       ~       Am
We were worth a couple of saddles and two big bags of grain
    C                 F               G                 C
The big men owned the horses and they owned us just the same


CHORUS:
F            G           C            ~       Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C           F                   G               C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams


                            F                C                   F
Well it's Winnipeg and it's raining, but the track's not looking bad
     C             F               G
They gave me Irish Princess, Sandy rode on Vesper Lad
        F               G               C         ~       Am
We were flying down the backstretch, my horse was running proud
  C               F            G                  C
I pulled ahead of Sandy when a roar came from the crowd


                    F        C                    F
I crouched as Irish Princess thundered across the line
    C                F                G
And then I stood and turned around to see that friend of mine
F              G                     C         ~      Am
Vesper Lad was standing still, there must have been a fall
    C              F              G             C
And in the mud lay Sandy, looking lifeless as a doll


                          F           C                   F
Well, the crowd ran up to Sandy, they scooped him off the track
     C               F            G
They took him to the office, with shattered ribs and back
       F             G          C      ~       Am
At the hospital next morning, I sat by Sandy's side
        C               F               G                C
But the season would be ending soon and then I'd have to ride


INSTRUMENTAL: F  G  C    F  G  C


                          F         C                  F
Just a couple a days past Danville, word came down the line
C                F            G
Sandy'd lost his struggle, we hung our heads and cried
       F               G                C        ~        Am
It was poor old Mother Harris, from the boarding house in town
    C                   F          G               C
Who paid for the little casket and laid him in the ground


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I sent a couple of dollars, it was all that I could save
    C                F              G
She drew me a little picture of the lonely rider's grave
     F             G              C         ~     Am
I've kept it in my bedroom drawer all these sixty years
        C                 F             G               C
I still see that crumpled body now, but I'm too old for tears


   C             F            C              F
My name is Tommy Luther, I'll soon be eighty-four
     C                 F             G
I'll show you a little picture, it's right here in the drawer


CHORUS:
F            G           C            ~       Am
Sixty years ago, boys, I rode for the Diamond team
C           F                   G               C
Sailing by, eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams
            F                   G               C