Chords for The Waterboys - November Tale (Official Video)

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[C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ [A] Her communiqué arrived with [E] its expression of her feeling.
_ [A] I swear I had no [E] idea she'd been holding and concealing.
Such a [C#m] storm of words on set, that absurd that appears, [B] had been blowing in her head
[F#m] for twenty-seven years. _ _ _
[A] I knew I had a face, so [E] I grabbed my Davy Crockett, [A] threw a scarf around my neck, [E] twenty
dollars in my pocket.
I found her in [C#m] the same old place, [F#m] [C#m] pamphlet in her fist.
[B] When I [B] saw her windblown face, she said, [F#m] well, look at who it is.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ Meet me [F#m] on the mat for a rain, [A] when the midnight bells [C#m] are chiming.
_ _ [B] _ We'll dress up [F#] as the Harley Quinn and the clown, _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [B] _ pile on the [F#] pointers that we've [F#m] made,
[A] in a tower too tall [C#m] for climbing, and [F#] we'll burn the [A] _ _ damn [E] thing down. _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ In the green November [E] light, she was older, still alluring.
[A] Her hair greying longer [E] than it ever had been [F#m] during the days we [C#m] loved and slept.
[F#m] In her bed [C#m] of painted wood, [B] in the little place she kept, [F#m] in a crumbling neighborhood. _ _ _
[A] _ We walked along a [E] while, like we were old companions, [A] but I could feel the gulf between [E] us,
yawning like a canyon.
[F#m] She with her [C#m] church and code, [F#m] her [C#m] extravagant beliefs, [B] me a creature of the road.
[F#m] _ Child of dust and grief, _ [B] _ _ meet [F#m] me on the mat for a rain, [A] when the midnight bells [C#m] are chiming.
_ [B] _ _ We'll dress [F#m] up as the Harley Quinn and the clown, _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ pile on the [F#] pointers that [F#m] we've made,
[A] in a tower too tall [C#m] for climbing, and [F#] we'll burn _ [A] the _ damn [E] thing down. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] She smoked a cigarette and blew [E] smoke rings at the ceiling.
[A] Said, if your problem is long-standing, man, [E] then why don't you try kneeling?
By your [C#m] face I said, you're still a sinner in the mist,
[B] setting up your little will _
[F#m] as king in place of his.
_ _ [A]
I said, I've heard about sin [E] down the long wheels of [A] ages,
a cracked book of [E] lies with a thousand twisted [F#m] pages.
Then I looked [C#m] her in the eye [F#m] and tossed her [C#m] clear and plain.
[B] If your religion was a lie, [F#m] then what would remain? _
_ _ [G#] She [A] said, I've got my beating heart, and I've [E] two loving hands to heal with,
[A] and there's nothing in my day that [E] I ain't got the strength to deal with.
[F#m] I said, darling, I [C#m] profess, the same applies to pain, [B] and that's where all the rest.
[F#m]
We agreed to disagree, _ _ [B] _
_ meet me [F#m] on the mat for a rain,
[A] when the midnight [C#m] bells are _ chiming.
_ [B] _
We'll dress up [F#m] as the hardy quinn of the [B] crown,
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B]
pile up the boundaries [F#m] that we've made,
[A] in a tower too [C#m] tall for climbing,
and [F#] we'll burn [A] the _ damn [E] thing down.
_ _ _ Yes, [F#] we'll burn [A] the _ [B] damn thing down.
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