On The Border

                F#m


                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              
                The ghost moon 
   G
sails among the clouds
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                And turns the 
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rifles into silver on the border


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                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              
                The hand that sets 
    G
the farms alight
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                Has spread the word
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 to those who're waiting on the 
border


                A
                In the vllage where 
I grew up
                Em
                Nothing seems the 
same
                              D    
                But still you never
                            A
 see the change from day to day
Continúa después del anuncio
                           D        
                C#   [C# B A G# F# F
 = single notes]
                And no one notices 
the customs slip away

                F#m


                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             
                The spirit of the 
G
century
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                Telling us that 
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we're all standing on the border


                A
                In the islands where
 I grew up
                Em
                Nothing seems the 
same
                It's just the 
D                             A
patterns that remain an empty shell
                But there's a 
D
strangeness in the air
                             C#     
[C# B A G# F# F = single notes]
                You feel too well

                F#m


                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              
                The ghost moon 
   G
sails among the clouds
                    F#m            
                And turns the 
  E           F#m
rifles into silver on the border

                D
                On the border
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                On the border
                D
                On the border

                F#m
                (fade out)




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