Chords for Dire Straits - What It Is

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_ [F#m] Drinking dens are spilling out, [A] staggering in the square.
[D] There's lads, lads that's [A] falling about and they're [E] crackling in the air.
[F#m] Turn around the dungeon [A] doors, the shelters and the queue.
_ [D] _ Everybody's looking for [A] [E] somebody's arms to hold them [F#m] to, that's what it [A] is.
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[F#m] what it is.
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[F#m] is frost on the graves and the [A] monuments, but the taverns are warm in town.
[D] People curse the government [A] and shovel [E] hot food.
[F#m] Lights are out in city hall, [A] the castle and the queue.
[D] The moon shines down upon it all, [A] the [E] legless and the [D] sleepless.
Gold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
_ [D] Gold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do.
[F#m] That's what it is.
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That's [F#m] what it is.
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[F#m] The garrison sleeps in the citadel [A] with a ghost in an ancient stone.
[D] High on the parapet [A] a Scottish [E] piper stands alone.
[F#m] High on the wind, the [A] highland rooms speak in a row.
_ [D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares [E] into my soul.
[D] Gold on the toll gate, [A] let the drums beat the tattoo.
[D] Gold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do.
[F#m] That's what it is.
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[F#m] That's what it is.
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[F#m] what it is.
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[D] what it is.
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[F#m] a chink of light, there's a burning [A] wick, there's a lantern in the tower.
_ [D] We will make it with a [A] candlestick, still writing [E] songs in the weaned [F#m] hour.
Sometimes on Charlotte Street, I take a [A] walking stick from my hotel.
[D] The ghost of dirty [A] Dick is still in search of [E] fiddle [F#m] now.
That's what it is.
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That's [F#m] what it is now.
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[F#m] That's what it is now.
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