Chords for At The Chime Of A City Clock - Lisa Hannigan - Nick Drake

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[Abm] The city [Ab] freeze, get on [Bb] your [Ab]
knees, wait for warmth like green paper. _ _
[Abm] The city droughts you down [Bb] and out, [Ab]
see your trousers don't paper.
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Saddle up, [E] kick your feet, [B] _
_ ride the [Bbm] range of a [Eb] London [B] street.
Fell into [E] my local play, [B] _
_ turn [Bbm] around and come [Eb] back again. _
[Fm] The [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab]
chime of a city clock, put up your old block [Db] and hang [Fm] on till [Ab] you count.
_ For a stone and a tin can's wealth to the city man [Db] who [Fm] leaves his [Ab] arm around.
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_ Stay indoors, beneath the floors, talk with neighbours only.
_ [Abm] The games you play [Bbm] make people say, [Ab]
you're either weird or lonely.
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The [B] city star [E] won't shine too [B] far, _ on account [Eb] of the way you are.
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And the [E] beads around your [Abm] face, _ make you sure [Bbm] to [Eb] fit back in place.
[Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] Beat of the city blow, see how your friends [Fm] come in twos or [Ab] threes.
And the _ _ sound of a busy place, is fine for a pretty [Fm] face who knows what a [Ab] face is for.
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_ _ _ [Abm] The city clown [Bb]
will soon fall down, [Ab] without a face to hide in.
_ _ [Abm] He will [Db] lose if he won't [E] choose, the one he [Ab] may confide in.
_ [B] _ Sunny boy, [E] _
smokes a [B] sale, went to [Bbm] ground with a face [Eb] so pale.
[B] _ Never [E] heard about the chain, [B] _ _ showed his [Eb] hand then fell out of range.
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I'm not a face that's fair, [Db] keep [Ab] an eye aside.
_ In the light of the city walls, fly to the city [Fm] walls, take [Db] off with [Ab] your bride.
But at the chime of the city clock, put up your old block, hang on till you count.
_ _ _ Stone in a tin can, is wealth to the city man, who leaves his armor.
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