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Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 02:28:31 +0100
From: Felix Oelmann 
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: PRO: Nik Kershaw - 'The Riddle'

CRD: Nik Kershaw - The Riddle

Chords by Felix Oelmann

A great song from 1984!
[And not too difficult to play as well]
Note: In the 2nd chorus all chords are tuned one step up.
I don't know if my version is entirely correct, but it sounds
right to me..


Intro Chords:
[x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A
[x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A / Bm / A / D / E / F#m / E

Verse 1:
I've got [A]two strong [B]arms, [C#m]blessings of [D]Babylon
with [Bm]time to [G]carry on and [F#m]try for [E]sins and [A]false al[B]arms
[C#m]So to A[D]merica the [D#]brave
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]save

Chorus:
[E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground,
where an [F#m]old man of [E]?arran? goes a[D]round and a[A]round
And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night,
for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right
But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [F#m]you [E]

Verse 2:
I've got [A]plans for [B]us, [C#m]nights in the [D]scullery
and [Bm]days in[G]stead of me, I [F#m]only [E]know what [A]to dis[B]cuss,
[C#m]oh, for [D]anything but [D#]light
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]fighting [E]over [F#m]you
[E]It's not [A]me you [B]see,
[C#m]seasons of [D]gasoline and [D#]gold
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]fold

Chorus:
[E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground,
where an [F#m]old man of [E]aron[?] goes a[D]round and a[A]round
And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night,
for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right
But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [G]you

Bridge:
[C]I've got [F]time to [Bb]kill, [A]sly looks in [D]corridors with[G]out a
[F]plan of yours,
A [Esus4]blackbird [E]sings on [Am]Blue[G]bird[C]hill
[D]thanks for the calling of the [Bb]wild [D#]
[Cm]wise [Bb]men's [Eb]child [F]

[Middle Part with bagpipes etc.]

Chorus:
[F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground,
where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round
And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night,
for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right
But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight...
[F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground,
where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round
And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night,
for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right
But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Cm]you [Bb] [D#]
[F]No he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Gm]you.