Stewart Al - On The Border guitar chord

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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER

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Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)

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#m F#m E F#m

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

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                                   C#

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

C# B A G#m F#m E F#m

REPEAT 1st VERSE

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