Al Stewart – On The Border (Ukulele)

		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

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		The ghost moon sails among the clouds

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		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

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		The hand that sets the farms alight

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		Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border

		A
		In the vllage where I grew up

		Em
		Nothing seems the same

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		But still you never see the change from day to day

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		And no one notices the customs slip away

		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

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		Telling us that we're all standing on the border

		A
		In the islands where I grew up

		Em
		Nothing seems the same

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		It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell

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		But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well