Roy Orbison – Indian Wedding (Guitar)

     |C                                      |Dm
There once was an Indian brave by the name of Yellow Hand.

  |G7                                   |C
He fell in love with the maiden known as White Sand.

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They vowed their love would last forever mo-re,

    |G7                               |C    |
then came the day that they had waited for.

C                               |Dm     |
Yellow Hand brought her a golden feather.

G7                                |C
White Sands said a prayer for good weather.

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The ceremonial dance grew loud and strong,

    |G7                             |C    |
then Yellow Hand began their wedding song.

C     |G7    |C     |F     |./.    |C
O - o, O - o, O - o.   O  -    o, O  -  o.

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To-night, tonight, we will be one.

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We'll walk in the land of the midnight sun.

Dm7                 |G7            |C    |D
Oh, White Sand, come hold my lonely hand.

    |D                                   |Em    |
Then they  left the warmth of the wedding fire,

A7                           |D
rode into the hills, climbing higher.

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And suddenly the snow came swirling down,

A7                                    |D    |
they were lost, the trail could not be found.

D     |A7    |D     |G     |./.    |D
O - o, O - o, O - o.   O  -    o, O  -  o.

  |A7                |./.
To-night, tonight, we will be one.

     |D                      |./.         |
We'll walk in the land of the midnight sun.

Em7                 |A7            |D    |E
Oh, White Sand, come hold my lonely hand.

    |E                        |F#m    |
They ne-ver returned from para-dise,

B7                              |E
they went to their places in the skies.

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And the old  ones still say when the snowflakes fly,

B7                                    |E    |
if you listen close, you will hear him cry.

E     |B7    |E     |A     |./.    |E
O - o, O - o, O - o.   O  -    o, O  -  o.

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To-night, tonight, we will be one.

     |E                      |./.         |
We'll walk in the land of the midnight sun.

F#m7                |B7            |E    |
Oh, White Sand, come hold my lonely hand.