Wootton Bassett Town - acoustic version - CAPO 3

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Em Em C Em C C D

Intro_1: e:|----0----|-0--0-|-0--0-|-00--22-| Note: capo = fret 0

B:|----0----|-0--1-|-0--1-|-11--33-|

G:|----0----|-0--0-|-0--0-|-00--22-| 3= 3^rd fret behind the capo

D:|----2----|-2--2-|-2--2-|-22--00-|

A:|----2----|-2--3-|-2--3-|-33-----|

E:|----0----|-0----|-0----|--------|

Em C Em C C D

Intro_2: e:|-0----0-2-3-777-555-33-|-0----0-2-3-|-00--22-|

B:|-0--0-----1------------|-0--0-----1-|-11--33-|

G:|-0--------0------------|-0--------0-|-00--22-| 2

D:|-2--------2------------|-2--------2-|-22--00-| times

A:|-2--------3------------|-2--------3-|-33-----|

E:|-0---------------------|-0----------|--------|

Em C Em C C D D

Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound.

Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life.

Em C D D G C Am D D Em
I lie in sweat, cry others' tears and write a letter to my Mum,

Em C C D G Am D D C BBBB CC Intro_2

My wife, my God unheard, unseen, who never thinks to intervene.

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Em C Em C C D D

Oh, what pain and oh, what lie has called to us, from heaven on high?

This cruel and harsh sweet punishment for follies acted, leaves us spent.

Em C D D G C Am D D Em
Long road to Baghdad, then Persian hordes? Where will we stop to sheath our swords?

Em C C D G Am D D C BBBB CC

IED´s lie patient, sleeping, wake when soldier boots come creeping.

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Instrumental: Em C / Em C / CC DD

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Em C Em C C D D

Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a sal __ ty wound.

Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life.

Down this dusty scorched wind-blast track, eyes facing forward, ne'er look back.

As rain comes down on Wootton Bassett Town, black hearses crawl and church bells sound.

Em C D D G C Am D D Em
Bikers, burghers line the kerbs; a politician, a Highness Royal.

Em C C D G Am D no chords BBBB CC (3x)

Chance shoppers, tradesmen, stiffly stand and shed their tears for the military man.

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Music & lyrics by Ian Anderson - This is my own acoustic version - [email protected]