Transcription by: Ron Greitzer <Rongrittz@aol.com>
(Capo III) The G/B is maybe not the name of the chord: it's basically a B string/third fret, A string/second fret transition chord that lets you do the walk-down progression from the C to the Am. Or something like that. And where I put an asterisk after some of the (F's), there's a high-E string/third fret (G) on- and-off thingy. Listen to the record, and trust me. (C)(G/B)(Am)(F)(G)(C)(G) (C)Are we the (G/B)fools for being (Am)suprised that a silence could end with no sound (F)Like the silent movie (G)era like with (C)snow like when (G)Sal's burned down (C)Well yeah there was (G/B)noise but nothing to (Am)mark the passing on (F)Of that (E)great unspoken (Am)chance we had found Where the (F)night's end came well-trod and (E)familiar Like the (Am)Charlie Chapin walk that fades to (F)black* (C)And there wasn't any(G/B)one trying to (Am)sell their souls They were (F)only trying to (G)buy them (C)back (G/B)(Am) They were (F)only trying to (G)buy them (C)back (G) (C)Well yeah there was a (G/B)Sal he (Am)walked with bulging pockets round town (F)Either he was up to (G)no good or he just got (C)excited watching things burn (G)down (C)Well I guess he (G/B)got the idea if you (Am)hold a chunk of gold in your hand now (F)For once in your (E)life you can (Am)throw some weight around And (F)Sal you slimeball sell-out how can (E)we blame you We all (Am)want something to put our fingers (F)on* (C)And you never (G/B)know the true (Am)throne that you've lost Till the (F)vinyl (G)barstools are (C)gone (G/B)(Am) Till the (F)vinyl (G)barstools are (C)gone (G) Break: (C)(G/B)(Am)(F)(G)(C)(G), (C)(G/B)(E)(Am)(F)(E)(Am) If you (F)toss around some words you (E)might say that Sal was (Am)carrying a torch for the (F)mob* (C)But the mob's gone (G/B)too yeah the only (Am)sign of them left Is on (F)every screen at the multiplex and (G)we go there no prob hey Cause (C)there ain't no (G/B)cowboys (Am)in this Connecticut town (F)No not any(G)more, no, (C)not since (G)Sal's burned down (C)Once you'd (G/B)dip your tin cup (Am)down in the muse's watering hole (F)Or pion(E)eer a new (Am)patch of common ground Then you'd (F)lie on your time-traveled (E)bedroll Quite (Am)amazed at the expansive (F)terrain* (C)And if anyone (G/B)said that you'd never have (Am)fame and fortune just that bar You know you'd (F)ride (G)that way (C)again (G/B)(Am) I bet you'd (F)ride (G)that way (C)again
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