War of Man : Harvest Moon : Neil Young

listen to recording for strumming and rythym.

[verse progression:]
	  Dm    Dm     Dm7     Bb    C
	--1----|-5----|-1-----|-1-----3-|---
	--3----|-6----|-1-----|-3-----5-|---
	--2----|-7----|-2-----|-3-----5-|---
	--0----|-0----|-0-----|---------|---
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chorus progression:
"No one wins...."
Dm          Dm    Bb         Bb C  C A 
--1--------|-1---|---------|------------|
--3--------|-3---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
--2--------|-2---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
--0--------|-0---|-3-------|--3/5--5-2--|
-----------|-----|-1-------|--1/3--3-0--|
-----------|-----|---------|------------|

Dm                                         
The little creatures run in from the cold, 

Dm7            		        Bb      C  
back to the nest just like the days of old.  

Dm                                      
There in the safety of a mother's arms,  

DD     Dm7               Bb      C       Dm
the warmth of ages far away from harm again.   

{Solo riff}
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	|--0--3-------------3--0--3----------|
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Ears ringin' from the battle fire, 
the tired warrior aims a little higher.

The black falcon or the little sparrow, 
the healing light or the flash of the barrel.

{Chorus}
	Dm                         Bb   Bb C   C A  
	No one wins, it's a war of man.            
	Dm                         Bb   Bb C   C A  
	No one wins, it's a war of man.            


Window's open and the little girl dreams,
The sky's her playground as she mounts her steed.

Across the heavens to the other side,
On wings of magic does the little girl ride.

Silver mane flying in the wind,  
Down Through the planets on the run again.

No one knows where they're running to,
But every kind is coming two by two

Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound, 
The daddy's runnin ont the frozen ground.  

Can't smell the poison as it follows him, 
Can't see the gas and machines its a war of men.

Dm                                         
The little creatures run in from the cold, 

Dm7            		        Bb      C  
back to the nest just like the days of old.  

Dm                                      
There in the safety of a mother's arms,  

DD     Dm7               Bb      C       Dm
the warmth of ages far away from harm again.