Intro: G   Am  C  G   Em  C  G   Am  C  G 


It's high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing 
                        Am         C                      G 
And where the winds are blowing to, there ain't no way of knowing 
                      Em    C                      G 
The mountain grass is short, it's dry and close to burning 
               Am   C                G 
Crying out for water as the season's turning 



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                       Em G C                    G 
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar 
                Am   C                             G       Am  C  G 
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river 


  
I've been too long away from this wild open sky 
                            Am  C                             G 
On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide 
                     Em     C                     G 
The sounds of people talking in words of blue and grey 
                        Am     C                   G 
And smells of doors and windows closed against the day 



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                       Em G C                    G 
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar 
                Am  C                              G  
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river 


Instrumental: Am  C  G   Em  C  G   Am  C  G 



Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling 
                        Am   C                G 
There's nothing but the sound of the jaybirds calling 
                      Em     Em-D6-C                 G 
My mind grows dry and thirsty        as the memories linger 
                Am  C                             G 
Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river 



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                       Em G C                    G 
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar 
                Am  C                              G  
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river 


Instrumental: Em  C  G   Am  C  G   (4x) 



[Refrão]
   
                       Em G C                    G 
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar 
                Am  C                              G  
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river 


                       Em G C                    G 
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar 
                Am  C                              G        Am  C  G 
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river