Waters of March - Águas de Março - Tom Jobim Chords

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A stick, a stone, it's the end of [G#m] the road. _ _ _ _
It's the rest of a [Em] stump, _ it's a little [D#m] alone.
It's a sliver [F] of glass, it is life, it's the [E] sun.
It is night, it [Em] is death, _ it's a trap, it's a [B] gun.
[D#m] The open [B] it blooms, a fox [F] in the brush.
The knot, [Em] the whip, the song [B] of the crutch.
What a cliff, a [F] fall, a [B] scratch, a [Em] lump.
It is [F#m] nothing at all, it's the wind blowing free.
It's the [B] end of the slope, it's a beam, [Em] it's a void.
It's a hunch, [B] it's a hole.
And the river brings out of the [C#] water the heart.
It's the end [Em] of the strain, it's the char [B] in our heart.
The foot, the ground, the flesh [G#m] and the bone.
The beat [Em] of the road, the slingshot [B] stone.
A fish, [F#m] a flash, a [C#] silvery glow.
A fight, [Em] a death, the [B] rage of the boat.
The bed of the well, the end [C#] of the line.
[B] The dismay in [Em] the face, it's a loss, [B] it's a find. _
Spear, spike, [F] point, a nail, a drip, [C#] a drop.
The [B] end of the tail, a truckload of bricks.
In the [C#] soft morning light, the sound [A] of a shot.
In the dead [B] of night, a mile, a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
[B] It's a girl, [Em] it's a rhyme, it's a cold, [B] it's the bumps.
The plane of the house, the body [C#] in bed.
In the [Em] gutter, a suck, it's a mud, [B] it's a mud.
A float, a fish, a fly, a [C#] wing, a hawk, [Em] a quill.
The [F#m] promise of spring and the river bank.
The end of the [G#m] water, the marsh, the whistle [Em] of a sublime.
It's the joy [B] in your heart.
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_ _ _ [B] _ A snake, a stick, it's John, [F] it is Joe.
It's a thorn in your [Em] hand and a cut [B] in your toe.
A point, a grain, a bee, [G#m] a bite.
A blink, [Em] a buzzard, a sudden [B] stroke of night.
A bill, a needle, a sea, a [F] bank.
A sail, a [Em] riddle, a wasp, [B] a snake.
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule.
In the distance, the shelves, rotary shadows of fruit.
In the river bank, the water's a [F] pond.
_ It's [Em] a life in a life [B] in a pond.
A stick, a stalk, the end of [G#m] the load.
The rest [G] of a stump, a [B] lonesome road.
[F#m] A sliver, a bless, a life, a [G#m] sun, a night, [Em] a death.
[F#m] The end of the road.
In the river bank, [B] the _ [C#] water's a pond.
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[Em] tree, it's a joy [B] in a heart. Hey! _ _
Wigga _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ Wigga, Wigga _ Wigga, Wigga [C#] Wigga, [Em] Wigga Wigga, Wigga [F#m] Wigga, [B] Wigga _ Wigga, _ _ [C#] Wigga Wigga, Wigga [Em] Wigga, Wigga Wigga.
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