Tom Jobim - Ao Vivo em Montreal - Waters of march Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ A stick, a stone, it's the end of [G#m] the road.
_ _ _ _ It's the rest of a [Em] stump, it's a little [D#m] alone. _
It's a sliver [A] of glass, it is life, it's the [E] sun.
It is night, [Em] it is death, _ it's a trap, it's a [B] gun.
The oak when it blooms, a fox [C#] in the brush.
The knot [Em] in the wood, the [B] song of the thresh.
_ Whether in a cliff, a [F] fall, a [Em] scratch, a lump, it is [F#m] nothing at all.
It's the wind blowing free, it's the [B] end of the slope.
It's a beam, [Em] it's a void, it's a hunch, [F#m] it's a hole.
And the river brings dogs of the [C#] water, the mud.
It's the end [Em] of the string, it's the jar [B] in our heart.
The foot, the ground, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [Em] of the road, the slingshot [B] stone.
A fish, a flash, a [F] silvery glow.
A fight, [Em] a bet, _ [B] the river, my boat.
The bed of the well, the end [C#] of the line.
[B] The dismay [Em] in the face, [B] it's a loss, it's a find.
_ Spear, spike, _ [F] point, a nail, a drip, [C#] a drop.
The end of [B] the tail, a drug load of bricks.
In the soft morning light, the sound of a [Em] shot in the dead [B] of night.
A mile, a must, a thrust, [C#] a bump.
[B] It's a girl, [Em] it's a rhyme, it's a cold, [B] it's the bumps.
The pain of the house, the [C#] body in bed.
In the [Em] cataclysm, it's the mud, [B] it's the mud.
A float, a drift, a fly, a wing, [C#] a hawk, [Em] a quill.
The [B] promise of spring and the river bank.
The dogs of the [G#m] water, the mud.
It's the [Em] promise of blood, it's the jar [B] in our heart.
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_ [B] _ A snake, a stick, it's [F] John, it is Joe.
It's a thorn in your [Em] hand and a cut [B] in your toe.
A point, a grain, a beat, [F] a bite.
[B] A blink, [Em] a buzzard, a sudden [B] stroke of night.
A feel, a niddle, a sing, a [F] bang.
A sail, [Em] a riddle, a waddle, [B] a sang.
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a [F] mule.
In the [Em] distance, the shouts grow three [B] shadows of blue.
And the river bank dog of the [E] water, the mud.
It's the only [Em] sight in our heart, [B] in our heart.
A stick, a stalk, the end of [G#m] the load.
The rest [G] of a stump, a [B] lonesome road.
_ A sliver of glass, a life, [G#m] the sun, a night, a [Em] death.
The [C#] end of the road.
[F#m] And the river [B] bank dog of the water, [C#] the mud.
It's the end of [Em] the street, it's a jar in [B] our heart.
Hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya.
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