Chords for Nick Drake-Chime of the city clock
Tempo:
100.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
Ab
Eb
Abm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Abm] [Ab]
[Abm]
[Ab]
[Abm]
The city frees get on your [Ab] knees, pray for warmth and green paper.
[Abm] The city draws you down and [Ab] out, see your trousers done taped.
[B]
The saddle up, [E] kick your feet, [B]
ride the [Eb] range of a London street.
[B]
Travel to [E] a local [B] play, turn around and come [Eb] back again.
[Fm]
[Eb] [Ab] And at the chime of a city clock, put up your roadblock, hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
The [B]
[E] [B]
[Eb] [Abm]
stained doors beneath the floors, talk with neighbors only.
The games you play make [Ab] people say, you're either weird or lonely.
[B] A city star [E] won't shine too far [B]
on account of [Eb] the way you are.
[B] And the beats [E] around your face [B] make you sure to fade [Eb] back in place.
[Fm]
[Eb] And [Ab] at the beat of a city drum, see all your friends come on tours on three years or more.
For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face, who knows what a face is for.
[B]
[E]
[Abm] [B]
[E]
[Ab]
A city clown [Abm] will soon fall down without a face to hide in.
And he will lose if he [Ab] won't choose the one he may confide in.
[B] The sunny boy [E] smokes for sale, [B] went to ground [Bbm] with a face [Eb] up air.
[Abm] And never heard [E] about the change, [B] showed his hand and [Eb] fell out of range.
[Fm] [Eb]
In the [Ab] light of a city square, find out the face that's mad, keep it by your side.
When the light of a city falls, you fly to the city walls, take off with your pride.
But at the chime of a city club, put up your old plug, hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
[Bb] [A] [Ab]
[Abm] [Bb]
[A]
[Abm]
[Ab]
[Abm]
The city frees get on your [Ab] knees, pray for warmth and green paper.
[Abm] The city draws you down and [Ab] out, see your trousers done taped.
[B]
The saddle up, [E] kick your feet, [B]
ride the [Eb] range of a London street.
[B]
Travel to [E] a local [B] play, turn around and come [Eb] back again.
[Fm]
[Eb] [Ab] And at the chime of a city clock, put up your roadblock, hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
The [B]
[E] [B]
[Eb] [Abm]
stained doors beneath the floors, talk with neighbors only.
The games you play make [Ab] people say, you're either weird or lonely.
[B] A city star [E] won't shine too far [B]
on account of [Eb] the way you are.
[B] And the beats [E] around your face [B] make you sure to fade [Eb] back in place.
[Fm]
[Eb] And [Ab] at the beat of a city drum, see all your friends come on tours on three years or more.
For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face, who knows what a face is for.
[B]
[E]
[Abm] [B]
[E]
[Ab]
A city clown [Abm] will soon fall down without a face to hide in.
And he will lose if he [Ab] won't choose the one he may confide in.
[B] The sunny boy [E] smokes for sale, [B] went to ground [Bbm] with a face [Eb] up air.
[Abm] And never heard [E] about the change, [B] showed his hand and [Eb] fell out of range.
[Fm] [Eb]
In the [Ab] light of a city square, find out the face that's mad, keep it by your side.
When the light of a city falls, you fly to the city walls, take off with your pride.
But at the chime of a city club, put up your old plug, hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
[Bb] [A] [Ab]
[Abm] [Bb]
[A]
Key:
B
Ab
Eb
Abm
E
B
Ab
Eb
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
The city _ frees get on your [Ab] knees, pray for warmth and green paper. _ _
[Abm] The city draws you down and [Ab] out, see your trousers done taped.
_ _ [B]
The saddle up, _ [E] kick your feet, _ [B] _
ride the [Eb] range of a London street.
[B] _
Travel to [E] a local [B] play, turn around and come [Eb] back again.
_ [Fm] _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] And at the chime of a city clock, _ put up your roadblock, hang on to your crown.
_ For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
The _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
stained doors beneath the floors, _ talk with neighbors only.
_ _ The games you play make [Ab] people say, you're either weird or lonely.
_ _ [B] A city star [E] won't shine too far [B] _
on account of [Eb] the way you are.
[B] And the beats [E] around your face [B] make you sure to fade [Eb] back in place.
[Fm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ And [Ab] at the beat of a city drum, _ see all your friends come on tours on three years or more.
_ _ For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face, who knows what a face is for.
_ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ A city clown [Abm] _ will soon fall down without a face to hide in. _
_ _ And he will _ lose if he [Ab] won't choose the one he may confide in.
_ _ [B] The sunny boy _ [E] smokes for sale, [B] _ went to ground [Bbm] with a face [Eb] up air.
_ [Abm] And never heard [E] about the change, _ [B] showed his hand and [Eb] fell out of range.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
In the [Ab] light of a city square, find out the face that's mad, keep it by your side. _
When the light of a city falls, you fly to the city walls, take off with your pride.
But at the chime of a city club, put up your old plug, hang on to your crown.
_ For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor _ _ down. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
The city _ frees get on your [Ab] knees, pray for warmth and green paper. _ _
[Abm] The city draws you down and [Ab] out, see your trousers done taped.
_ _ [B]
The saddle up, _ [E] kick your feet, _ [B] _
ride the [Eb] range of a London street.
[B] _
Travel to [E] a local [B] play, turn around and come [Eb] back again.
_ [Fm] _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] And at the chime of a city clock, _ put up your roadblock, hang on to your crown.
_ For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down.
The _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
stained doors beneath the floors, _ talk with neighbors only.
_ _ The games you play make [Ab] people say, you're either weird or lonely.
_ _ [B] A city star [E] won't shine too far [B] _
on account of [Eb] the way you are.
[B] And the beats [E] around your face [B] make you sure to fade [Eb] back in place.
[Fm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ And [Ab] at the beat of a city drum, _ see all your friends come on tours on three years or more.
_ _ For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face, who knows what a face is for.
_ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ A city clown [Abm] _ will soon fall down without a face to hide in. _
_ _ And he will _ lose if he [Ab] won't choose the one he may confide in.
_ _ [B] The sunny boy _ [E] smokes for sale, [B] _ went to ground [Bbm] with a face [Eb] up air.
_ [Abm] And never heard [E] about the change, _ [B] showed his hand and [Eb] fell out of range.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
In the [Ab] light of a city square, find out the face that's mad, keep it by your side. _
When the light of a city falls, you fly to the city walls, take off with your pride.
But at the chime of a city club, put up your old plug, hang on to your crown.
_ For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor _ _ down. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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