Heavy Horses chords by Jethro Tull

CAPO 3rd FRET
Bm
Em        C             D            G
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
      C       D           Dsus4  G
An October's day, towards evening
Em              C             D            G
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
  C       D           Dsus4  G
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Em        C             D            G
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
C       D           Dsus4  G
Turning the deep sod  under
Em        C             D            G
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
C       D            Dsus4  G
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
      C           D              G           C
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
           Am             D      Dsus4  Em
  with the Shire on his feathers floating
 C           D     G           C
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
    C       D            Dsus4  G
  to bed on a warm straw coating.
F#7  Bm    G Bm        G            A
Heavy Horses, move the land under me
F#7  Bm                   G Bm              G           A
  Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
F#7         G           D
Now you're down to the few
            Bb          F
And there's no work to do
          C  Em        D  Bm
The tractor's on its way.

Em        C             D            G
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
      C       D           Dsus4  G
  to keep the old line going.
Em              C             D            G
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
  C       D           Dsus4  G
  behind the young trees growing
Em        C             D            G
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
         C       D        Dsus4  G
  and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
Em        C             D            G
And one day when the oil barrels have all dripped dry
      C       D            Dsus4  G
  and the nights are seen to draw colder
      C           D              G           C
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
      Am             D      Dsus4  Em
  your noble grace and your bearing
 C           D     G           C
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
    C       D            Dsus4  G
  in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.