(Capo up 3rd fret)
Em
D
C G,D, Em
D
G
C
Through northern lights on back streets
I told the coachman just drive me home
I packed my ammuni-
tion;
inside the crowd was shouting, encore
G
D C
G D
Em
D
G C
It�s the same old destination
but the difference, worlds to
sing upon.
But I had almost funny feeling
It wasn�t me they were shouting for.
Am
C
D
So he threw back his head and he counted.
So when a tall dark Lady
smiled at me
Let me pack you deep in my
suitcase for there�s
Em
Am
D
C
D C
D
I jumped out about five to nine, and I waved at the stage
door keeper; said Mister
I said Oh baby let us go for a ride And he came upon
two drinks of port
and
sure
to be room for two for you can drive me to the air-
plane but don�t
Em
B
Get me to the stage on time.
Popped them oh so neatly inside
Let me catch those rainbow blues
G
D G
D, Em, D,C D
G
D G D, Em,D
Oh but the rain wasn�t made of water
and the snow didn�t have a place in the sun,
Oh and the/ ��..
Oh and the/ ��..
Em
D G D, Em,C
D
Em
B
So I slipped behind a rain- bow and waited till the show had done yes oh,, and
Em
B A, E ,E7, A ,Am,
B
the laid there Until we had done.
Hi Paco, It has been a long time, but I�m very busy.
I still stop at your site every time I open my computer. Thank you
so much for sharing these wonderful Tull�s songs with everyone. I had this
one somewhere in my desk, and as I saw it requested I send it to you. Of
course corrections are always welcome. Best regards.
P.S. I�ll send you other songs this week.
Marc.Landry.
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