Chords for Mark Knopfler - 5.15 a.m. (The Studio Albums 1996-2007)

[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ 5.15 a _ .m., _ _ snowing all [Bb] around,
[Ab] _ _ College _ Cycle's home from his night shift _ [Eb]
underground.
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_ _ Past the silent pub, _ primary school, working men's club, _
[Fm] On the road from the pit head, _ the [Ab] churchyard packed with mining [Eb] _ dig. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Then, beneath the bridge, he comes to a giant car,
[Ab] A shroud of snow upon the roof, _ _ a Mach 10 _ [Eb]
Jaguar.
He _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
thought the man was fast asleep, _ _ _ silent, still and deep,
[Fm] _ _ _ Both dead and cold, _ _ [Eb] a [Ab] shot through with [Eb] bullet _ holes. _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ But one unabandoned man _ came north to fill his [Eb] boots,
_ Came up from Cockney land, he tied Jags in flashy suits.
_ [Ab] _ _ Put your money in, _ pull the levers, watch them spin,
[Eb] _ Cash cows in all the pubs, but he preferred the new night _ [Bb] clubs. _ _ _
1967, _ _ _ bandit man in _ birdcage, he [Cm] had an adult,
A meter, _ 69, [Ab] all new to people of the [Eb] time.
_ _ _ Who _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ knows who did what?
_ _ Somebody _ made a call,
[Ab] They said his hands were in the pot, _ _ that he'd been skinning [Eb] Paul. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ He picks up the swag _ that Gaily gave away,
[Fm] _ _ _ Drives his giant Jag _ _ [Ab] off to his big [Eb] _ _ payday. _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ Oh, the bandit man _ _ came north to fill his boots,
[Eb] _ _ Came up from Cockney land, _ he tied Jags in flashy [Ab] suits.
_ _ _ Yeah, the bandit man _ came up the great north road,
[Eb] _ _ Up to Geordie land _ to mine the _ mother's loan.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Seams _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
blew up all cracked, _ black diamonds came hard won,
[Ab] _ _ Generations toiled and hacked _ for a pittance and [Eb] black loan. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ Crushed by tub of stone, _ _ together and [Fm] alone,
_ _ How the young and old _ _ [Ab] paid the price _ [Eb] of coal. _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
1867, _ my angel's gone to heaven,
[Cm] _ _ He'll be happy there, [Ab] _ sunlight and sweet clean air.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ They gather round the glen, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ tough hewers and putters,
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Child trappers and putters, _ _ _ _ _ little [Fm] foals and [Bb] half marrows,
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Who pushed and [Bb] pulled the barrels, _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ the hot [Ab] boys and the lolly way men.
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5 _ _ _ .15am _
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