Chords for Mark knopfler - What It Is Lyrics ( HQ )
Tempo:
122.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#m
D
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#m] Drinking dens are spilling out, [A] staggering in the square.
[D] There's lads, lads who fall [A] about in a crackling [E] India.
[F#m] Down around the dungeon doors, [A] the shelters and the queues.
[D] Everybody's looking for [A] [E] somebody's arms to call into.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] [E] That's [F#m] what it is.
[D] You [E]
[F#m] hear the 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 down.
[F#m] Lights are out in City Hall, [A] the castle and the keep.
[D] The moon shines down upon it all, [A] the [E] legless and the [D] sleepers.
Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what I [E] could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] [E]
That's [F#m] what it is.
[D]
[E] [F#m] The garrison skips into Citadel [A] with a ghost and an ancient stone.
[D] High on the parapet, [A] a Scottish piper [E] stands alone.
[F#m] High on the wind, the [A] Highland roams, speaking a row.
[D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares [E] into my soul.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the Caledonian blues.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] That's [E] [F#m] what it is.
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[E] [F#m] [A] [D] There's [E] [F#m]
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[E] [F#m] a chink of light, there's a burning wick, [A] there's a lantern in the tower.
[D] Wee Willie Rink it with a [A] candlestick, stole writing [E] songs in a wee wee [F#m] house.
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.
[D] That's [E] [F#m] what it is now.
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[F#m] Drinking dens are spilling out, [A] staggering in the square.
[D] There's lads, lads who fall [A] about in a crackling [E] India.
[F#m] Down around the dungeon doors, [A] the shelters and the queues.
[D] Everybody's looking for [A] [E] somebody's arms to call into.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] [E] That's [F#m] what it is.
[D] You [E]
[F#m] hear the 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 down.
[F#m] Lights are out in City Hall, [A] the castle and the keep.
[D] The moon shines down upon it all, [A] the [E] legless and the [D] sleepers.
Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what I [E] could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] [E]
That's [F#m] what it is.
[D]
[E] [F#m] The garrison skips into Citadel [A] with a ghost and an ancient stone.
[D] High on the parapet, [A] a Scottish piper [E] stands alone.
[F#m] High on the wind, the [A] Highland roams, speaking a row.
[D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares [E] into my soul.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the Caledonian blues.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] That's [E] [F#m] what it is.
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[E] [F#m] That's what it is.
[A] [D] That's
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[E] [F#m] [A] [D] There's [E] [F#m]
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[E] [F#m] a chink of light, there's a burning wick, [A] there's a lantern in the tower.
[D] Wee Willie Rink it with a [A] candlestick, stole writing [E] songs in a wee wee [F#m] house.
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.
[D] That's [E] [F#m] what it is now.
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_ [F#m] Drinking dens are spilling out, [A] staggering in the square.
[D] There's lads, lads who fall [A] about in a crackling [E] India.
[F#m] Down around the dungeon doors, [A] the shelters and the queues.
[D] _ Everybody's looking for [A] [E] somebody's arms to call into.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] _ _ [D] [E] That's _ [F#m] what it is.
_ [D] You [E] _
_ [F#m] hear the 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 down.
[F#m] Lights are out in City Hall, [A] the castle and the keep.
[D] The moon shines down upon it all, [A] the [E] legless and the [D] sleepers.
Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
_ [D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what I [E] could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] _ _ [D] _ [E] _
That's [F#m] what it is.
_ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ [F#m] The garrison skips into Citadel [A] with a ghost and an ancient stone.
[D] High on the parapet, [A] a Scottish piper [E] stands alone.
[F#m] High on the wind, the [A] Highland roams, speaking a row.
_ [D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares [E] into my soul.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the Caledonian blues.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
_ [A] _ [D] That's [E] _ [F#m] what it is.
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[E] _ [F#m] a chink of light, there's a burning wick, [A] there's a lantern in the tower.
_ [D] Wee Willie Rink it with a [A] candlestick, stole writing [E] songs in a wee wee [F#m] house.
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.
_ [D] That's [E] _ [F#m] what it is now.
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_ [F#m] Drinking dens are spilling out, [A] staggering in the square.
[D] There's lads, lads who fall [A] about in a crackling [E] India.
[F#m] Down around the dungeon doors, [A] the shelters and the queues.
[D] _ Everybody's looking for [A] [E] somebody's arms to call into.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] _ _ [D] [E] That's _ [F#m] what it is.
_ [D] You [E] _
_ [F#m] hear the 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 down.
[F#m] Lights are out in City Hall, [A] the castle and the keep.
[D] The moon shines down upon it all, [A] the [E] legless and the [D] sleepers.
Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
_ [D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what I [E] could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
[A] _ _ [D] _ [E] _
That's [F#m] what it is.
_ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ [F#m] The garrison skips into Citadel [A] with a ghost and an ancient stone.
[D] High on the parapet, [A] a Scottish piper [E] stands alone.
[F#m] High on the wind, the [A] Highland roams, speaking a row.
_ [D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares [E] into my soul.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the Caledonian blues.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] God knows what [E] I could do to you.
[F#m] That's what it is.
_ [A] _ [D] That's [E] _ [F#m] what it is.
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[E] _ [F#m] a chink of light, there's a burning wick, [A] there's a lantern in the tower.
_ [D] Wee Willie Rink it with a [A] candlestick, stole writing [E] songs in a wee wee [F#m] house.
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.
_ [D] That's [E] _ [F#m] what it is now.
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