2 acessos
G*: 3x0033 C/G: 332010 [Intro] F, Am, G, Em F, C/G, G*, Am, G* (x2) [Verse] F Am I am the small town linesman G Em And you'll find me out here on the line. F C/G G* Searching ceaselessly to simply Am G* F Find a place i can call mine. Am G Every corner of this country Em F Criss-crossed out with coloured lines. C/G The city lies before me, G* Am G* C/G Another city sprawling out behind. [Chorus] Em C/G Cos I’m a frontiers man, Em Trapped in suburban England. [Verse] F Am Since the Scramble ended, G Em Since the West was won on wagon trails, F C/G G* It seems the Mazzini's paradisical Am G* F Panopticon prevailed. Am G My walkabouts no longer take me Em F Beyond a choice of different jails. C/G G* Why should i have to choose a state Am G* C/G When every one of them has failed? [Chorus] Em C/G Cos I’m a frontiers man, Em Trapped in suburban England. [Post-Chorus] Dm C And i promise not to overthrow the state D#(slide up C shape) If allowed to redraw the atlas before Dm C I emigrate. [Bridge] So I have sailed the seven seas alone, Trying to find a shore I can call home. But all i found are different flags, Double-speaking diplomats, and I do not have time for that. So I'll declare my own sovereign state, The borders based on the Bottoms of my boots, And i will open embasies Wherever the hell i please, And at assemblies You will see me sat But never on my knees. [Chorus] C/G Em C/G Cos I’m a frontiers man, Em Trapped in suburban England. [Post-Chorus] Dm C And i promise not to overthrow the state D#(slide up C shape) If allowed to redraw the atlas before Dm C I emiiigrate. Dm C And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone D#(slide up C shape) As long as where Dm C I lay my head i can be my very own. [Intro] F Am G Em F C/G G* Am G* C/G I am the Winchester liiiiiiiineman. [Chorus] Em C/G Cos I’m a frontiers man, Em Trapped in suburban England. C/G Em But here I will not remain- C/G No I'll ride into the sunset, Em Dm Where my horse waits on the plain, C slide to D# And I keep walking the liiiiiiiiiiiiine.