Al Stewart - On The Border
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Band name | Al Stewart |
Song name | On The Border |
Tab type | Guitar tab |
Added | 05/01/2008 |
Size | 3.04 kb |
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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 Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: music : ON THE BORDER Keywords: (Al Stewart) Message-ID: <33271@cbmvax.commodore.com> Date: 23 Jul 92 13:20:31 GMT Sender: news@cbmvax.commodore.com Reply-To: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon) Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 73 084 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 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ _ _ Glen Macon _ __ __ any-net: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com _ _ __ _ Standard disclaimer... _ ___ _ _ _ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do _ _ _ _ Who wants to know... _ _ _ _ ___ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.