Artist: The Nightwatchman
Song: The Fabled City
Album: The Fabled City

It's not 440hz. It's around 433hz, depending if he tuned down.

Capo 2

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F#m E F#m A   | x2

       F#m                     A
Me and Jave shouted slogans in Spanish
E                         F#m
 Like it was our world to win
                              A
Then they move a plant down a hater
        E                 F#m
Time to bite your tongue again

Chorus:
     D               F#m 
I've seen the fabled city
     E                      F#m
It's streets are paved with gold
       D          F#m 
But an iron fence round it
     A    A/G#    F#m
It's iron gate is closed

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F#m E F#m A   | x2

     F#m                        A
What ain't right ain't right he told me
              E                      F#m
But something else passed behind his eyes
        F#m                           A
No he's downtown on his knees washing floors for somebody
    E                  F#m
And quietly biding his time

Chorus:
     D               F#m 
I've seen the fabled city
     E                      F#m
It's streets are paved with gold
       D          F#m 
But an iron fence round it
     E            C#
It's iron gate is closed Hey

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F#m E F#m A   | x2

A             |
A E A E       | x2

F#m   
F#m E F#m A

    F#m                       A
The gas station on Sunset and Crescent
         E             F#m
I met an angel sad and old
                       A
She lived in the alley behind the market
       E                              F#m
In the shadows may be hidden from the lord
    D              F#m
And for a dime she sang a song
E                   F#m
Sounded more like a prayer
  D                   F#m
A wish that  her dead mother and father
         E                     F#m
Couldn't look down and see her there

Chorus:
     D               F#m 
I've seen the fabled city
     E                      F#m
It's streets are paved with gold
       D          F#m 
But an iron fence round it
     A            A/G#      F#m
It's iron gate is closed

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F#m E F#m A   | x2

     D               F#m          
On a wire outside my window
      E               F#m
There sit one hundred swallows
      D            F#m
And I suspect that if one flew
      A                 F#m
 Then ninety nine would follow