Chri Rea "Auberge" Chords
Tempo:
84.95 bpm
Chords used:
Am
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D
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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On the high fast train, on the road to gain, something gets right through to your telling bone.
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On the high fast train, on the road to gain, something gets right through to your telling bone.
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On the high fast train, on the road to gain, _ something gets right through to your telling bone. _
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, _ sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own. _
_ [G] _ This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to [E] go. _
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_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger. _
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter. _
_ [G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place [E] left to go. _
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_ [Am] _ Rubbish, _ _ rubbish, _ [D] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ Rubbish, _ _ _
_ [D] rubbish, _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you _ _ _ _ _
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On the high fast train, on the road to gain, _ something gets right through to your telling bone. _
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, _ sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own. _
_ [G] _ This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to [E] go. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger. _
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter. _
_ [G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place [E] left to go. _
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_ [Am] _ Rubbish, _ _ rubbish, _ [D] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ Rubbish, _ _ _
_ [D] rubbish, _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you _ _ _ _ _
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