transcription from jonimitchell.com
Guitar chords transcribed by Sue McNamara
Tuning: CGCEGC "Joni" Tuning: C75435
Thanks to Jim Leahy for the initial clue of the tuning for this song. I'm just indicating chord shapes. If you have any corrections or suggestions, email at email@example.com |||||| 000000 = open strum |||||| Intro: |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| 000000 ******5 000000 ******5 ***|**5 |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||*|| |||||| ******5-slide-7 |||||| I was driving across the burning desert |||||| ******7-slide-10 |||||| when I spotted six jet planes |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||*||8 |||*||10 ******7 000000 ***||| ***||| |||||| |||||| weaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain |||||| |||*||3 ***||| It was the hexagram of the heavens |||||| |||||| |||*||10 |||*||8 ***||| ***||| It was the strings of my guitar |||||| |||||| ******7 ******5 |||||| |||||| Amelia, |||||| |||||| ***|**5 ******5 |||*|| |||||| it was just a false alarm. |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| 000000 ******5 000000 ******5 ***|**5 |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||*|| The drone of flying engines is a song so wild and blue it scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru' to you Then your life becomes a travelogue of picture-post-card-charms Amelia, it was just a false alarm. People will tell you where they've gone They'll tell you where to go but till you get there yourself you never really know where some have found their paradise other's just come to harm Amelia, it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight It's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation she was swallowed by the sky or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending on beautiful foolish arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude and looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel to shower off the dust and I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747's over geometric farms dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms.
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