Cassidy

The Grateful Dead

E Thing (x4)
      E                                                                         A                    add4
         I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
      E                                                                  A
         I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
             Em                                  Am
                 Ah, child of countless trees
             Em                                   Am
                 Ah, child of boundless seas
                    F#m                                                                 A  add4
                         What you are, and what you're meant to be
                    F#m                                                                   A
                         Speaks its name though you were born to me
                                                     E Thing (x2)
                         Born to me Cassidy

         Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
         I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
                 Come, wash the night time clean
                 Come, grow the scorched ground green
                         Blow the horn and tap the tambourine
                         Close the gap of the dark years in between
                         You and me Cassidy...
                                    A                             E
                                      Quick beats in an icy heart
                                    A                                  E
                                      A catch colt draws a coffin cart
                                    A                                       E
                                      There he goes, and now here she starts
                                                      B   add4 
                                      Hear her cry
                                       F#m E B
                                                    Flight of the seabirds
                                       F#m E B
                                                    Scattered like lost words
                                       F#m E B                                       E Thing (x4)
                                                    Wheel to the storm, and fly
                                                                 *Solo*  (verse & chorus) E Thing (x2)

         Faring thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
         Nothin' to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
         Faring thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
         Nothin' to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
                                     *Space*    (serious E jam)

                                                    Flight of the seabirds
                                                    Scattered like lost words
                                                    Wheel to the storm, and fly...    E Thing (x4)


Copyright 1972
By John Barlowe and Bob Weir
Ace





Ya can't tab out space. Space is that realm of improvisation and exploration that can't be documented - it's a free place. When I'm playing the song by myself, I'll do the E Thing twice and then do the harmony twice.

     E Thing:
         e |---0-0-0----------------
         B |---------3-2-0-3-2-0----
         G |---------------------2--
         D |------------------------
         A |------------------------
         E |-0----------------------

     E Thing (alt or harmony):
         e |----4-4-4-2-0-0-2-4-5--
         B |-----------------------
         G |-3s4-------------------
         D |-----------------------
         A |-----------------------
         E |-----------------------

       s = slide










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