#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Return-Path: Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 14:21:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: CRD: Grim Travellors by Bruce Cockburn To: nevada guitar archive GRIM TRAVELLORS - Bruce Cockburn "Humans" 1980 VAMP: (this is pretty approx., there are up and down strums throughout on chord) Em (022000@1) Cadd9 (x32030@1)(alt Gbass) (320003@1)|-----0-------------0--3-|---3----3---3----3-----| |-----3-------------3--3-|---3----3---3----3-----| |-----0-------------0--0-|---0----0---0----0-----| |-----2------ (0)2--2-2--|---2----2---2----2-----| |-----2---0=2-----2-2----|---3=0--x---3=0--x-----| |--0---------------------|-----3--------3--------| LYRICS Em (022000@1) Cadd9(alt (x32030@1)Gbass) (320003@1)Ministers meet, work on the movement of goods Em (022000@1) Cadd9Also (x32030@1)work on the movement of capital Em (022000@1) Cadd9Also (x32030@1)work on the movement of human beings Em (022000@1) Cadd9As (x32030@1)if we were so many cattle [chorus] G (320003@1) F#m (244222@1) C (x32010@1) Am7 (x02010@1) GWe're (320003@1)grim travellors in dawn skies G (320003@1) F#m (244222@1) C (x32010@1) Am (x02210@1) GSee (320003@1)the beauty it makes 'em cry inside G (320003@1) F#m (244222@1) C (x32010@1) Am7 (x02010@1)hold on bass Anote- (x02220@1)Makes 'em angry, and they don't know why G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)Am7 (x02010@1) Emvamp (022000@1)We're grim travellors in dawn skies Twelve, mercenaries got weapons primed Gonna take that African nation in record time You wonder why they bother, why not leave it alone they say Every man wants a place he can call his own [vamp] Em line (top str.) --3-3--2-2--0-0----| --3-3--3-3--3-3----| Redness, richer than a rose Blooms against the backdrop of somebody's white clothes Bitter little boys and girls in the red Army underground They'd blow away Karl Marks if he had the nerve to come around [chorus] Down on the plain of ten thousand smoke stacks Trucks butt each other into established dominance Newspapaer leans over to me and says matter o' factly Sacred mountain towers above meadows high and above us uh-huh [chorus] transcribed by Stephen Cody Coderre Coderre@unixg.ubc.ca^Z
