Sierra Nevada Chords - Sons of the San Joaquin

Intro

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Verse 1

D The old cows are bawlin’ D They’re raring to go A7 G D It’s hot, in the San Joaquin Valley, you know D They’re a-headin’ up high, D Where the meadows are green A7 G D Up where the air is both fragrant and clean G D Up near the timberline spendin’ my days D A7 Keepin’ an eye on the cattle that graze D G D Sierra Nevadas right now and al-ways D A D F#m I’m a-grazin’ your high country range F#m A7 D grazin’ your high country range

Chorus

D Yodelo-heodoheeee (yodel) G D I’m a-headin’ up high D A Up where the tall mountain peaks kiss the sky D G D Sierra Nevadas, I’ll ride till I die D A D F#m Grazin’ your high country range F#m A7 D Grazin’ your high country range

Verse 2

D Your crags, cliffs, and canyons are snow packed and deep A G D Your grand sweepin’ slopes are both rugged and steep D Your cool meadows gleam, a meanderin’ stream A7 G D Up here’s a high workin’ cowpuncher’s dream G D Up near the timberline, here’s where I’ll stay D A I’m feelin’ guilty just a-drawin’ my pay D G D Feelin’ your breeze, see the trees as they sway D A D F#m Grazin’ your high country range F#m A7 D Grazin’ your high country range

Verse 3

D When Autumn rolls in, the scenes are so rare A G D The Sierras are grandest when Fall nips the air D There’s frost on the ground, the grass has turned brown A7 G D We’ve gathered the cows and we’re hazin’ em down G D Up near the timberline, stars shine so bright D A Cliffs are aglow in the moon’s silver light D G D Sierra Nevadas, your world is so right D A D F#m Grazin’ your high country range F#m A7 D Grazin’ your high country range Fiddle

Verse 4

D When the snow starts to fly, it’s back down I go A7 G D It’s cold in the San Joaquin Valley you know D When spring colors fade and old summer rolls in A7 G D It’s back to my beckoning highlands again G D Up near the timber line, a hawk sailin’ by D A A7 A Coyote goes a-slinkin’, a bald eagle’s cry D G D Sierra Nevadas, there’s a tear in my eye D A D F#m Grazin’ your high country range F#m A7 D Grazin’ your high country range

Chorus

D Yodelo-heodoheeee (yodel) G D I’m a-headin’ up high D A Up where the tall mountain peaks kiss the sky D G D Sierra Nevadas, I’ll ride till I die D A D Bm Grazin’ your high country ra-a-a-ange F#m A7 D Grazin’ your high country range A D Your high country range A7 D A D Your high count-ry range | / Slide up | ~ Vibrato