Harptabs.com

White Room (low end of harp)


RSSXML
Harptabs Add-Ons


Who is on now? Guests: 193 Members: 2

Homepage


Account

My Account
Inbox
Compose
Login
New User


Tabs Listing

List All Tabs
Tabs by Letter
View Files
Search Tabs
Random Tab


Contribute

Forum
Add a Tab
My Drafts
Post a File


Resources

Site Blog
YouTube Feed
Tab Guide
Player List
Member List
Member Map
Links
Tab Rulers
Mobile Site
Tab Tool


Website

Add-Ons
Store
Contact Us

Add to Favorites | Post File | Print | Send to a Friend | Report Tab

Song Name: White Room (low end of harp) By: Cream
Posted By: gene Difficulty: Any
Key: C Genre: General
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio: White Room (low end of harp)
Created: 2009-04-12 22:04:30 Modified: 2009-04-12 23:04:15
Rating: Login to VoteAvg Rating:More Votes Needed
Fav Count:7
Ad:

Want to make White Room (low end of harp) sound awesome on your harmonica? Master tight single notes, rock solid bending and more with easy video lessons ->click here.



Song:
-5    5    -4     4
Ahhhh..............

-5    5    -4     4
Ahhhh..............
 
-4
Ahh

-5  5   -4    -4   4    -3   -2   -2
In the white room with black cur-tains 


 -2”  2  -1   -1
Near the sta-tion.

  -5   5    -4  -4   4   -3   -2   -2
Black-roof coun-try; no gold pave-ments 

-2” 2  -1   -1
Tired starl-ings

 -5  5  -4   -4  4   -3   -2   -2
Sil-ver hors-es ran down moon-beams 

-2”  2   -1  -1
In your dark eyes

 -5    5     -4   -4  4 -3   -2  -2
Dawn-light smiles on   you  leav-ing 

-2”  2   -1   -1
My  con-tent-ment 



 5    5   -5  5    -4        
I’ll wait in this place 

 -4    5   -5  5 -5    5
Where the sun ne-ver shines

 5   -5  5    -4
Wait in this place 

 -4    5  -5   -5   5   -4   4    -4
Where the sha-dows run from them-selves


You said no strings could secure you 
At the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, 
Goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time 
At the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need 
Just beginning.

I’ll wait in the queue 
When the trains come back;
Lie with you where 
The shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness 
In the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound 
Now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles 
In her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, 
Tired starlings.

Ill sleep in this place 
With the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark 
Where the shadows run from themselves.

Users who have Favorited this tab
Username
1Apslac
2bbark96
3Bufinidas
4HeavyGnosis
5ittybittybetty
6oozercruzer
7sadiecat
QR code




© Copyright 2004-2014
All Rights Reserved
Web Site Terms Of Use