Chords for Apple Cider Re-Constitution

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_ _ _ _ _ _ When we came to the station, [G] all the [D] trains were rusty. _
[G] The doors were [D] open and the windows [A] broken in. _
[D] There was grass in [G] all the cracks and the [D] air hung musty. _ _
[G] Travel [D] posters were flapping [G] in the wind.
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[Bm] So we walked through the [G] dust and gloom, playing [Bm] waiting games in the [G] waiting room.
[Bm] Lay out [G] sleeping bags out [Em] on the floor.
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And on Sunday [G] morning, Easy [Bm] Rider comes to me with a fuzz [G]-ider,
leaving me [A] here without a [D] place to go.
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[D] _ _ If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening.
_ [G] The harbour [D] lights still cut [A] across the bay.
_ [D] From the slot machine arcade, the lights go streaming
_ [G] to the box [D] outside the rock and [G] roll cafe.
_ [A] _ [Bm] I bet you know those [G] small town blues are [Bm] really too [G] much to lose.
[Bm] There's nothing [G] really there to [Em] go back for.
[A] And [D] on Sunday morning, Easy [Bm] Rider comes to [G] me with a fuzz-ider,
leaving me [A] here without a [D] place to go.
_ _ [F#] Any railway station would be just fine, [Bm] fine, fine.
Just [Em] settle down, [A] wash the cobwebs [D] from your head.
_ [F#] All of your situations [Em] run dry, [Bm] dry, dry.
Find a [Em] waiting room beneath [G] the stars to make your bed.
[A] Cause [D] you know London can make your brain stall.
[G] The streets get [D] cold and empty on a [A] rainy night.
[D] So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call.
[G] They wanna take you to the [D] Elscart Road, but it [G] don't seem right.
[A] _ [Bm] Cause there's not [G] a new art on the [Bm] jukebox, singing in the [G] burger bar.
See the [Bm] people's faces in the [G] passing cars, don't [Em] wanna know.
[A] _ [D] And on Sunday morning, Easy [Bm] Rider comes to [G] me with a fuzz-ider,
leaves me [A] here without a [D] place to go.
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[F#] You have the [Bm] most appealing [B] surface I have [Bm] seen.
Bring it [Em] over here, [A] lay it [D] down by me. _ _
[F#] Don't [Bm] mean to make you [Em] nervous, I just mean to make you see,
[G] this is the place to [A] be.
When we [D] came to the station, [G] all the [D] trains were rusty. _ _
[G] The air was [D] empty and the platforms [A] overgrown.
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There were old tin [G] cans and cats and the [D] doors were crusted. _ _
[G] The modern [D] leaves and names [G] carved long ago.
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[Bm] And the rails go [G] on forever in [Bm] a silver trail to [G] the setting sun.
You can follow them anywhere you [Em] want to go.
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And on Sunday [G] morning, Easy [Bm] Rider comes to [G] me with a fuzz-ider,
leaves [A] me here without a [D] need to know. _ _
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