Danny And My Ponies chords
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[Chords]
[D5 xx0325]
[INTRO]
[D] [D5]
[VERSE 1]
[C]Danny laid back and s[G]urveyed the view
[C]A king on his bench, he was c[G]old, he was blue
[C]I asked for permission t[G]o give him a note
[C]He nodded, not movin', just scra[G]tched at his throat
[VERSE 2]
[C]Always smiled slightly, seem[G]ed so bemused
[C]Like he was the one, who was g[G]lad to be used
[C]I had a sense he was pl[G]ayin' a part
[C]But I had to help, for he [G]tore at my heart
[BRIDGE]
[D]He would walk, his f[C]eet wrapped in rags
[D]He wandered the neighborhood, ca[C]rrying his bags
[D]The pride in his eye[C]s would so clearly flash
[D]Like I was the one w[C]ho needed the cash
[CHORUS]
[D]The tramps in our England, have a[C]lways to w[G]alk
[D]From Philip to Dorchester, fiftee[C]n miles st[G]rong
[D]The tramps in our country have n[C]o where's to [G]hug
[D]Home hysterics give comfort, ther[C]e's no time to t[G]alk
[VERSE 3]
[C]Danny would lay, h[G]e'd never speak
[C]Here was a man who [G]had attained his peak
[C]No fables to tell, and n[G]othing held back
[C]This was a man who had l[G]ed a strong path
[VERSE 4]
[C]Old soldier, perhaps, or a [G]worn, old jailbird
[C]Who'd never a hand clean and [G]never a word
[C]For two hundred down, my pro[G]ject had fled
[C]Danny was gone, or may w[G]ell have been dead
[BRIDGE]
[D]He walked slowly, no[C] hurryin' to death
[D]Took in turn his view, with his [C]very last breath
[D]The river, the mist [C]and the slightly grey sky
[D]Danny was waiting, p[C]atient to die
[CHORUS]
[D]The tramps in our England, have a[C]lways to w[G]alk
[D]From Philip to Dorchester, fiftee[C]n miles st[G]rong
[D]The tramps in our country have n[C]o where's to [G]hug
[D]Home hysterics give comfort, ther[C]e's no time to t[G]alk
[VERSE 5]
[C]Danny laid back, looked d[G]own and the plain
[C]The king on his bench with m[G]agnificent mane
[C]I asked his permission to [G]give him a note
[C]He nodded, not movin', just s[G]cratched at his throat
[VERSE 6]
[D]It's dangerous to faction[C] as those who live rough
[D]Danny was a giant, so[C]lid and tough
[D]He allowed me to gift him and scr[C]ibble this song
[D]Without bein' draconian, he l[C]ived just as lon[G]g
[D5 xx0325]
[INTRO]
[D] [D5]
[VERSE 1]
[C]Danny laid back and s[G]urveyed the view
[C]A king on his bench, he was c[G]old, he was blue
[C]I asked for permission t[G]o give him a note
[C]He nodded, not movin', just scra[G]tched at his throat
[VERSE 2]
[C]Always smiled slightly, seem[G]ed so bemused
[C]Like he was the one, who was g[G]lad to be used
[C]I had a sense he was pl[G]ayin' a part
[C]But I had to help, for he [G]tore at my heart
[BRIDGE]
[D]He would walk, his f[C]eet wrapped in rags
[D]He wandered the neighborhood, ca[C]rrying his bags
[D]The pride in his eye[C]s would so clearly flash
[D]Like I was the one w[C]ho needed the cash
[CHORUS]
[D]The tramps in our England, have a[C]lways to w[G]alk
[D]From Philip to Dorchester, fiftee[C]n miles st[G]rong
[D]The tramps in our country have n[C]o where's to [G]hug
[D]Home hysterics give comfort, ther[C]e's no time to t[G]alk
[VERSE 3]
[C]Danny would lay, h[G]e'd never speak
[C]Here was a man who [G]had attained his peak
[C]No fables to tell, and n[G]othing held back
[C]This was a man who had l[G]ed a strong path
[VERSE 4]
[C]Old soldier, perhaps, or a [G]worn, old jailbird
[C]Who'd never a hand clean and [G]never a word
[C]For two hundred down, my pro[G]ject had fled
[C]Danny was gone, or may w[G]ell have been dead
[BRIDGE]
[D]He walked slowly, no[C] hurryin' to death
[D]Took in turn his view, with his [C]very last breath
[D]The river, the mist [C]and the slightly grey sky
[D]Danny was waiting, p[C]atient to die
[CHORUS]
[D]The tramps in our England, have a[C]lways to w[G]alk
[D]From Philip to Dorchester, fiftee[C]n miles st[G]rong
[D]The tramps in our country have n[C]o where's to [G]hug
[D]Home hysterics give comfort, ther[C]e's no time to t[G]alk
[VERSE 5]
[C]Danny laid back, looked d[G]own and the plain
[C]The king on his bench with m[G]agnificent mane
[C]I asked his permission to [G]give him a note
[C]He nodded, not movin', just s[G]cratched at his throat
[VERSE 6]
[D]It's dangerous to faction[C] as those who live rough
[D]Danny was a giant, so[C]lid and tough
[D]He allowed me to gift him and scr[C]ibble this song
[D]Without bein' draconian, he l[C]ived just as lon[G]g
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