• Song:

    Yon Two Crows

  • Artist:

    Mark Knopfler

Tried another one without capo.

Dm(maj7) = xx0221


Dm                    Dmmaj7
 Pennies from heaven, don't make me laugh
Dm7                      Dm6
 Here all you'll get is the pattering rain
   Bb               F                   C
 Or yon two crows up over the hill looking for winterkill

Dm                       Dmmaj7
 Always at your boots, the mud behind the byre
Dm7           Dm6            Bb
 With its clammy hold, would mock you up a grave
   F                     C
 Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

F                                 Bb       
 And all you'll bring to this is muscle and grit
F                    Bb        
 Persistence, that's just about it
F                                 Bb
 What made you think there'd be a living in sheep?
 F     Bb    F             Bb
 Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

Dm                         Dmmaj7
 Duck under the eaves of the bothy
    Dm7                 Dm6
 To sit here, caged by rain
  Bb                        F                     C
 Somewhere to go conjure a next move when I have to think again

Dm                 Dmmaj7
 The dog lifts his gaze to plead
 Dm7                       Dm6
 Believes the wizard has a magic stick
  Bb                        F                     C
 Leans his weight into my tweed I give an unholy hand to lick

    F                         Bb   
 I take a swig of sheep dip from my flask
F                Bb  
 And once again I ask 
F                                 Bb
 What made you think there'd be a living in sheep?
 F     Bb    F             Bb
 Eat, work, eat, work and sleep


| Dm F | C | C | Am |
| Dm | Am | Am C | Dm |
| Dm | Dm | Dm |


Dm                               Dmmaj7
 They were at this game two hundred years ago
Dm7                       Dm6
 Had thirty ways of dying young poor souls
Bb                       F                   C
 Laid to rest in their soggy rows rain on their holy books

Dm                Dmmaj7
 Blood and whisky on the tongue
Dm7                       Dm6
 And no-one watching over anyone
Bb                       F                    C
 No-one left but your stubborn one and the crows and rooks

F                Bb    F      Bb
 Ah, the dying young - well I'm not done
F                  Bb
 You watch me and I'll watch thee
          F                        Bb
 I can still work for two men and drink for three
F                              Bb
 And I raise my flask to the clearing skies
F                      Bb
 To you, sweepers you carrion spies
F             Bb
 To scavenge and survive
F                  Bb
 If you can do it so can I


| Dm F | C | C | Am |
| Dm | Am | Am C | Dm |

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