PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the work of fans and represents their interpretation of the song.# #This file is licensed under a Creative Commons-License: # #http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/at/deed.en # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# DRAFT Silver Palomino Bruce Springsteen Intro 4/4 | D / / /|Em / / / |Em / / /|D / / | D Em I was barely 13 years old D She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold D Em Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moons glow D My silver palomino D Em Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground D I lie in bed and listen to the sound D Em Of the west Texas thunder roll D My silver palomino D Em I track her into the mountains she loved D Watch her from the rocks above D Em She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows D My silver palomino D Em Our mustaneros were the very best sir D But they could never lay a rope on her D Em No corral will ever hold D My silver palomino G D In my dreams bareback I ride Over the pradera low and wide G D As the wind sweeps out the draw 'Cross the scrub desert floor D Em I'd give my riata and spurs D If I could be forever yours D Em the Serrania where no one goes D For my silver palomino Solo | D / / /|Em / / / |Em / / /|D / / | D Em Summer drought come hard that year D Our herd grazed the land so bare D Em Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear D And mother, your hand slipped from my hair D Em And I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow D I saddle up my red roan D Em I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone D Where the air is still with the coming snow D Em As I rise higher I can smell your hair D The scent of your skin mother fills the air D Em 'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows D I watch the silver palomino