What is it :Dire Straits
Transcrit par Franck Birambaux
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Drink and dance are spilling out and straggering in the square There’s lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air
Then around the dungeon doors there’s shelters in the queues Everybody’s looking for somebody’s arms to fall into
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It’s what it is It’s what it is now
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F#m A D A E
Here’s frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town ,People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Lights are out in cityhall ,the castle and the keep, Moon shines down upon it all the legless and the sleepless
D A
Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through
D A E
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do
F#m D E F#m D E
Hmm that’s what it is It’s what it is now
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F#m A D A E
The garnison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones High on the parapet the scottish pipers stands alone
High on the wind the howling runes speak of the rule And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul
Cold on a tollgate where the caledonian moves
Cold on a tollgate god knows what I can do with you
That’s what it is (riff1) It’s what it is now (riff2)
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There’s a chink of light as a burning wick
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There’s a lantern in the tower
D A E
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean Wee hours
F#m A
On charlotte street they take a walking stick from my hotel
D E
The ghost of dirty dick is still in search of little nell
That’s what it is…..
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