Tibetan Side Of Town Chords by Bruce Cockburn

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[B] Through run and winding streets of Kathmandu, [D] _ _
dodging crowded humans, cows, dogs, rickshaws,
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storefronts [E] constellated pools of blue-white, _ _
[Dm] bright against darkening walls, _ _ [E] the butterfly
sparkling my laser [B] dye still seems to [Dm] hold that last [D] shot of red sun through haze over tumbled roofs. _
[E] _ Everything moves [E] like slow fluid in this atmosphere [A] thick as dreams, with [Dm] sewage, incense, dust
and fever, and the [D] smoke of brick hills and cremations.
[G] Tom Kelly's [F] bike rumbles down.
_ [Em] We're going to drink on the Tibetan [Dm] side of town.
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Vega [Em] with withered legs sits sideways on a skateboard [Dm] grinning.
[D] There's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know.
[Em] But laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too.
[D] With the clinging memories of a culture crushed by Chinese greed, _ [Em] a pretty young mother by
the [B] temple gate [D] covers her baby's face against diesel fumes. _
_ [Em] That look of concern, [E] _ you can see it [D] still, [Dm] not yet masked by the [D] hard lies of a woman's
struggle to survive.
[G] Our bargain's going [D]
down.
[Em] When you're living on the Tibetan [Dm] side of town.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ Our bargain's going [F] down.
_ [Em] When you're living on the [Dm] Tibetan side of town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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The red-haired field bullet lurches to a halt in the [E] dust. _
[D] Last blast of engine leaves are ringing in the ears.
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Fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping [B] sandals.
[D] And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets muffled by monastery [Em] walls.
Prayer plights crack like whips in the [E] breeze. _
Sending to [D] the world, tonight the message blows east.
[Em] Dark door opens to warm yellow room and there are these steaming kettles of hot [A] millet beer
[D] and I'm sucked into the scene like this liquor up this bamboo straw.
_ [G] _ Sweet tongue but [D] sliding down.
[Em] We drink on the Tibetan [Dm] side of town. _
_ [G] _ Sweet tongue [D] but sliding down.
[Em] We drink on the [Dm] Tibetan side of town.
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