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From uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Thu Jul 23 11:25:40 PDT 1992
Article: 997 of alt.guitar.tab
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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
Keywords: (Al Stewart)
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Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
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 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
Em
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
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 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
Em
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
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 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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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
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