Grim Travellers Chords by Bruce Cockburn

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[E] _ _ [Em] _ where ministers meet, _ [G] work on the movement of goods, _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ also work on the [G] movement of capital, _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ also work on the movement [G] of human beings, [C] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ as if we were so [G] many cattle.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] Grim travelers [C] in dawn _ [F] _
skies, [G] _ _ see the [F#m] beauty makes [C] you cry [F] inside, _
_ _ [G] it makes you [F#m] angry and [C] you don't know [A] _
why, _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
grim _ [F] travelers in [G] dawn skies.
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12 _ mercenaries got [C] weapons _ _ primed, _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ gonna take that African nation [C] in record time,
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_ you wonder why they bother, why [C] not _ leave it [A] alone, they [Em] say,
_ every man wants to [C] retire to a place he can call his own, _ _ [G] those grim _ [F#m] _ _ travelers [C] in dawn _ [F] _ skies,
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see [F#m] the beauty _ [C] makes them cry _ _ [F] _ inside, _ [G] _
it makes [F#m] them angry _ [C] and they don't [A] know why, _ _ _ _
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travelers in [G] dawn _ [F] skies. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Redness _ richer _ [C] _ than a rose, _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ blooms against the backdrop [C] of somebody's white clothes,
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ bitter little girls and [C] boys from the red army underground, _
[A#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ they blow away Karl [C] Marx if he had the nerves to come around, _
_ [G] they're just grim [F#m] _ _
travelers [C] in dawn
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skies, _ [G] _ they see [F#m] the beauty _ [C] makes them cry _ [F] _
inside, _ _ [G] it makes [F#m] them angry _ [C] and they don't [A] know why,
_ _ _ _ [G] they're _ _ [F] grim travelers in [G] _
dawn _ [F] skies.
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Down on the plane of 10 [C],000 _ smokestacks, _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ trucks bud each other to [C] establish dominance,
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_ the newspaper next to me [C] leans over and says matter of factly,
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_ sacred mountain _ [C] towers above meadows,
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see the [F#m] beauty, it makes [C] me cry _ _ [F] _ inside, _ [G] _
it makes [F#m] me angry _ [C] and I don't [A] know why, _ _ _
_ [G] we are _ _ [F] grim travelers in [G] dawn _ [F] skies. _
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