Al Stewart – On The Border (Guitar)
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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
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Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
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F#m The fishing boats go out across the evening water D Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border Bm The winds whip up the waves so loud A G The ghost moon sails among the clouds F#m E F#m And turns the rifles into silver on the border F#m On my wall the colours of the maps are running D From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming Bm The torches flair up in the night A G The hand that sets the farms alight F#m E F#m Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border A In the vllage where I grew up Em7 Nothing seems the same D A But still you never see the change from day to day D C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes] And no one notices the customs slip away
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F#m Late last night the rain was knocking on my window D I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow Bm I thought I saw down in the street A G The spirit of the century F#m E F#m Telling us that we're all standing on the border A In the islands where I grew up Em7 Nothing seems the same D A It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell D But there's a strangeness in the air C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes] You feel too well
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F#m The fishing boats go out across the evening water D Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border Bm The winds whip up the waves so loud A G The ghost moon sails among the clouds F#m E F#m And turns the rifles into silver on the border D On the border F#m On the border D On the border F#m (fade out)
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