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The Vanishing Breed

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Slim Dusty

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Dificuldade: facil | Estilo: country | Sentimento: variada | Ocasião: violao, repertorio | Tags: country, folk, estrada, nostalgica, facil, acustico

"The Vanishing Breed", com credito para Slim Dusty. Essa gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento "West of Winton" (ano 2001, pais AU, status

Official). Virgil Riley Runnels, Jr., mais conhecido como "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes, foi um lutador de luta livre profissional estadunidense. Ele foi conhecido pela suas passagens na WWE e na World Championship Wrestling. Esta é uma lista de Jogos eletrônicos lançados para o Nintendo Switch. O Switch suporta jogos físicos e digitais. Os jogos físicos são vendidos em cartuchos que entram na unidade do console do Switch. Os jogos digitais são adquiridos através da Nintendo eShop e armazenados nos 32GB de armazenamento interno do Switch ou num cartão microSDXC. O Switch não possui nenhum recurso de bloqueio regional, permitindo que jogos de qualquer região sejam reproduzidos em qualquer sistema.

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Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: BbCapotraste:
3rd traste
|| Chords relative to capo 3.

[Intro]
G

[Verse]
N.C.   G
He was lean as the old dog that walked by his side
                                 D
And as tough as the tie-strap he wore

his face was a legend of living it hard
                                       G
and his years numbered more than three score

His old eyes had seen more than we'll ever know
                          C
of the far reaches of the inland
                                G
He was part of this country, it surely did show
         D                          G
like the scars on his work hardened hands

[Verse]
         G
From the high crowned old felt hat that sat on his head
                                     D
to the scuffed and worn heels of his boots

with his sweat-caked spring legging and old faded jeans
                                 G
he was outback down to the grass roots

and his old, checkered shirt with the collar all frayed
                                   C
and the yard dust and flies on his back
                             G
as he took out the makings before he sat down
       D                        G
I know this was a man you could back

[Interlude]
G    E

[Verse]
   A
He talked long and low of the country he'd seen
                                   E
and the changes that came with the years

of the ne’er ending battle of living out here,
                                   A
the hardships, the heartbreak, and tears

the big droughts that took over and crippled the land
                                D
and dust storms with no sign of rain
                             A
The creeks and the dams long empty and dry,
        E                            A
And you wonder would they e’er fill again

[Verse]
        A
he drew maps in the dust of the country he'd known
                           E
where water was sure to be found

pinpointed landmarks, should someone go wrong
                      A
the type terrain all around

where the wild horses watered by light of the moon
                                D
and the gorges where old pikers feed
                               A
their pads not as deep as they were years ago
            E                   A
oh, they’re part of a vanishing breed

[Interlude]
A   G

[Verse]
       C
we got up and shook hands he said, “so long mate”,
                                       G
with his hat, knocked the dust off his jeans

stamped on the butt, grounded into the dust,
                          C
old habits die hard to it seems

his old frame seemed must straighter as he walked away,
                                       F
there was nought I could give him he'd need
                                C
he was part of our history that shaped this old land,
     G                   C
yes, part of a vanishing breed

[Tag]
       F                         C
he was part of our history, that shaped this old land,
G                   C
part of a vanishing breed.

[Outro]
C
            G
G           C

Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: BbCapotraste:
3rd traste
|| Chords relative to capo 3.

[Intro]
G

[Verse]
N.C.   G
He was lean as the old dog that walked by his side
                                 D
And as tough as the tie-strap he wore

his face was a legend of living it hard
                                       G
and his years numbered more than three score

[Verse]
         G
From the high crowned old felt hat that sat on his head
                                     D
to the scuffed and worn heels of his boots

with his sweat-caked spring legging and old faded jeans
                                 G
he was outback down to the grass roots

[Interlude]
G    E

[Verse]
   A
He talked long and low of the country he'd seen
                                   E
and the changes that came with the years

of the ne’er ending battle of living out here,
                                   A
the hardships, the heartbreak, and tears

[Verse]
        A
he drew maps in the dust of the country he'd known
                           E
where water was sure to be found

pinpointed landmarks, should someone go wrong
                      A
the type terrain all around

[Interlude]
A   G

[Verse]
       C
we got up and shook hands he said, “so long mate”,
                                       G
with his hat, knocked the dust off his jeans

stamped on the butt, grounded into the dust,
                          C
old habits die hard to it seems

[Tag]
       F                         C
he was part of our history, that shaped this old land,
G                   C
part of a vanishing breed.

[Outro]
C
            G
G           C

Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: BbCapotraste: 3rd traste || Chords relative to capo 3. [Intro] G [Verse] N.C. G He was lean as the old dog that walked by his side D And as tough as the tie-strap he wore his face was a legend of living it hard G and his years numbered more than three score His old eyes had seen more than we'll ever know C of the far reaches of the inland G He was part of this country, it surely did show D G like the scars on his work hardened hands [Verse] G From the high crowned old felt hat that sat on his head D to the scuffed and worn heels of his boots with his sweat-caked spring legging and old faded jeans G he was outback down to the grass roots and his old, checkered shirt with the collar all frayed C and the yard dust and flies on his back G as he took out the makings before he sat down D G I know this was a man you could back [Interlude] G E [Verse] A He talked long and low of the country he'd seen E and the changes that came with the years of the ne’er ending battle of living out here, A the hardships, the heartbreak, and tears the big droughts that took over and crippled the land D and dust storms with no sign of rain A The creeks and the dams long empty and dry, E A And you wonder would they e’er fill again [Verse] A he drew maps in the dust of the country he'd known E where water was sure to be found pinpointed landmarks, should someone go wrong A the type terrain all around where the wild horses watered by light of the moon D and the gorges where old pikers feed A their pads not as deep as they were years ago E A oh, they’re part of a vanishing breed [Interlude] A G [Verse] C we got up and shook hands he said, “so long mate”, G with his hat, knocked the dust off his jeans stamped on the butt, grounded into the dust, C old habits die hard to it seems his old frame seemed must straighter as he walked away, F there was nought I could give him he'd need C he was part of our history that shaped this old land, G C yes, part of a vanishing breed [Tag] F C he was part of our history, that shaped this old land, G C part of a vanishing breed. [Outro] C G G C

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