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                  On The Border - Al Stewart
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Intro   F#m
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Verse
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     F#m
 The fishing boats go out across the evening water

 D
 Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border

     Bm
 The wind whips up the waves so loud

     A                  G
 The ghost moon sails a-mong the clouds

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 And turns the rifles into silver on the border         


  F#m
  On my wall the colours of the maps are running

  D
  From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming

  Bm
  The torches flair up in the night

      A                  G
  The hand that sets the farms alight

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  Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border


 A                              Em
 In the village where I grew up nothing seems the same

             D                                A
 Still you never see the change from day to day

          D                         C#   C# B A G#m F#m E F#m   
 No-one notices the customs slip away



  F#m
  Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
  D
  I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
  Bm
  I thought I saw down in the street
      A             G
  The spirit of the century
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  Telling us that we're all standing on the border

  A
  In the islands where I grew up
  Em
  Nothing seems the same
                D                             A
  It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
                D                                   C#
  But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

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Repeat 1st verse, then end :

 D                 F#m                repeat to fade
 On the border,    on the border