STEVE TILSTON & 10 STRING GUITAR : GRASS DAYS Chords

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[B] _ [E] Got a train [A] to London town, a fortune fort [E] to find, Got a room at Archway, [A] out on the Northern [F#] line.
[E] The laws they were [A] paper thin, the meter [E] robbed me blind, But I met Mr.
Jones [A] and he showed me [B] his sign.
[E] He knew what [A] was happening out in [E] the all-night sets, Visions of some Delta [A] would whiz [B] around his frets.
[E] From Soho up to [A] Turnpike Lane, doors went [E] off and wide, Me and my guitar [A] got to step [E] inside.
In my green [A] as the grass [E] stays, green [B] as they come, [E] I was chasing [A] some [E] dream, I was being my own chosen _ [A] [E] one. _
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_ _ Soon I fell right [A] under this _ [E] subterranean spell, My songs of some confusion [A]
[F#] seemed to go quite well.
[E] I stepped on the [A] enchanted way, such wonders [E] did unfold, I was just a young man [A] out on pavement so [E] old.
In my green as [A] the grass [E] stays, green as they come, I was chasing [A] some dream, [E] I was being my own chosen _ [A] one.
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a long way to [A] these dusty streets, it's far [E] from here to Clare, I met a man who'd take your [A] hand and [B] could lead you there.
[E] And I went looking for [A] true love, went looking up [E] and down, I lost my heart then lost the thread.
[A] Out in Camden [B] Town, [E] in my green [A] as the grass [E] stays, green as they come, I was chasing [A] some [E] dream, I was being my own chosen _ [A] [E] one. _ _ _
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_ [E] _ Out on New Road led [A] me Bristol bound, with an urge [E] to wander west, I bid goodbye to these London [A] days, the worst [B] and the best.
[E] Catch a plane to [A] New England, _ [E] catch a boat to Spain, the muse sometimes [A] wanders, but it still [B] runs the game.
In [E] my green [A] as the grass [E] stays, green as they come, I was chasing [A] some [E] dream, I was being _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
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my own chosen [A] one.
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