Chords for Mark Knopfler - What It Is (Parkinson, 22.09.2000)

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_ [E] _ [F#m] We can dance, spilling out [A] the stagnant square.
_ [D] There's masses falling [A] about in a crack of the [E] Indian.
_ [F#m] Pound around the dungeon [A] doors, the shelters of the Jews.
[D] _ Everybody's been looking for [A]
somebody's [E] arms and bones.
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_ [E] So [F#m] I laid a stand.
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_ [E] _ _ [F#m] Forests don't agree with monuments, [A]
taverns are worn down.
_ [D] People curse the government [A] and then in trouble, [E] a hot fruit pound.
[F#m] Lights are out in a city [A] hall, the castle and the keep.
_ [D] _ Moonshine's down upon it [A] all, the lair [E] and the sand it sleeps.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the wagons creeping through.
_ [D] Cold on the toll [A] gate, God knows [E] what they do.
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_ [E] But [F#m] it is now.
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_ [E] Oh [F#m] yeah, the gatherers and sleeps in the citadel, the [A] ghost and the aged stone.
_ [D] High on the parapet, [A] a Scottish piper [E] stands alone.
High [F#m] _ on the wind, [A] the highland drums begin to roll.
[D] Something from the past just [A] comes and stares.
[E] _ [D] Cold on the toll gate, [A] with the Caledonian blues.
[D] Cold on the toll gate, God knows what [E] they do.
[F#m] But it is _ _ [D] _
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_ [E] _ [F#m] Oh _ yeah, [D] _
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_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ the light.
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_ [E] _ [F#m] There's a chink of light, there's a burning [A] wick, there's a landing in a tower.
[D] _ Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick [A] still writing songs [E] in the wee grounds [F#m] on Charlotte Street.
Take a walking stick [A] from my tail.
[D] The ghost of Dirty Dick is still [A] in [E] search of his [F#m] next one. _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ But [F#m] it is now. _
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