Red Barchetta Chords by Rush

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_ _ _ _ uncle has a country place [F#m] no one [B] knows about.
_ _ [Am] He says it used to be a mile [A] before the motor law.
_ _ Down some days I knew the eyes [F#m] of the turbine train.
_ [E] Too far outside the wire, am [A] I _ winded on the waves.
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_ _ [G#] Jump [D] to the ground as the turbo slows [A] across the [D] borderline.
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_ _ [G] Real life _ _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] will preserve the [Am] _ _ [C] machine [G] from the audience.
The [C] people ask what's in his dearest dream. _
_ _ _ _ [A] I strip away the old debris, [F#m] I ain't the shining god.
_ _ [G] They feel the ingrained [F#m] bottom _ [E] _ of the [A] turbine each _ time.
Wolf wire _ running, _ _ [F#m] joint responding with a roar.
_ _ _ [G] Tire spitting [Em] gravel, I [A] term it my _ weakest crime.
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Burning in my hair, _ _ _ shifting on and on. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The time to go is here, _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ I've done my share.
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_ _ [A#] Well, [F] where we gather, hot men in a mojo, [C#] the [G#] sun in country [C#] air.
[G#] _ _ [E] Sunlight [B] on ground, the blur of the [G] landscape, never [D] and ever [G] where. _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ Suddenly a head and knee [F#] across the _ mountainside.
_ [G] A gleaming alloy air car shoots [D] towards me two lanes [E] wide.
_ _ [A] _ _ Long with shrinking tires, [F#m] run from a deadly race.
_ _ [G] Down screaming through the valley as [D] another joins the chants.
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[A] _ _ _ [D] I've got the wind, straining the limits from the [G] sheet and [A] land.
_ _ _ [D] Laughing down, down, lifted and hung, I'm not a desperate man.
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_ I [C] know one language, I live the giants stranded at the [D] riverside.
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_ [Am] Praise that little bomb, to dream with [C] my young little lad, the fire _ inside. _
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