Bruce Hornsby - Cyclone Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
1
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
BmMost of our years hDave flown aAway with nothing much decided E GExcept the board we′re Dplaying on, how it′s Ato be divided Bm Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided Got no answers of my own and none have been provided

Chorus

BmWhen I was a boy therDe was nothing to know A E DThe wind followeBmd me wherever I′Ad go Bm Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

Verse

There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning

Chorus

When I was a boy there was love for free Glad to be given and received by me Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand I believe I can still make the cyclone rise Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes BmA mystery to myself notD everything now I wasA born to be E GAll I know is when I wanted itD so, the wind itself rose for me Bm You know, if it wasn′t for love I might just be a wandering man But believe I′ve made the better choice To sing about it with this band BmWhen I was a boy, I could summonA the moon E With a cDrook of the finger and a home-maAde tune Bm I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry When I was a boy there was nothing to know The wind followed me wherever I′d go Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand I believe I can still make the cyclone rise And the cyclone rose Wave of my hand Rain came down where I made my stand